GRWM With Me To Get Married
I'm the blideeee
To marry or not to marry
That is the question.
You see, I'm not a preacher of love. Oh, I'm much worse.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
I love seeing people in love, I enjoy good rom coms and lovey dovey novels. I go smile like say na me dey the relationship.
I have small strong head, though.
You could be telling me all the sweet words in your vocabulary, and I'll just laugh. Not at you, though. I'm laughing because I can't believe my hears (read as a Yoruba person).
I don't know who is praying for me to get married. I hope that person is reading this letter. If you're the one, please be very specific with your prayers. Because the men coming my way are not funny. I mean this in every way possible.
I met a man (not a guy, a full grown man with a burgeoning pot belly), who told me that he was hungry and that if I was living alone, he would have stopped by my place. Mind you, I had never met this man prior to this time. This was our first time meeting, and he was telling me how he needed to go home and eat before going to his shop (he's a student, we met on the campus shuttle bus). He asked if I was staying on my own and I said no.
I still regret that answer till this day. I would have said yes, and watched if his hunger was greater than Esau's; if he would honestly follow a girl he didn't know, home. What he said next amused me. He said it wasn't good for young, sorry, small girls like me to stay alone. Oga nla, I'm a small girl but you want to follow me home? To do what exactly? Hold a prayer meeting? He got my number and while I found his use of English funny (I thought we all did Use of English as a GST course in 100 level), I will not judge. What I found funny was the fact that he said that we needed to be together. He was so sure I was going to say yes. He said something about taking a wife home to his parents and all that. I told him I wasn't interested. We no longer talk. End of story. A potential husband lost.
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I met another one who told me that he liked me a lot and has intentions towards me (his words, not mine). He then proceeded to tell me he couldn't trust small girls like me. I didn't think it was possible to like someone but still condescend to them. We learn everyday sha. This one told me that men are going through a lot. I agreed, but women are going through a lot too. He laughed. He said that men were cursed to till the ground. I reminded him of labour pains, and he said that labour was just like going to the toilet. Good luck on finding a wife, amigo. I can't deal.
I know I want to get married one day, for sure. I just don't think it's this year of our Lord 2025. Because these men I'm seeing will only make me cry tears of sorrow and “had I known”. I used to say that I didn't know what I wanted in a marriage partner. It seems the key to knowing what you want, is seeing what is worth a thousand God forbids.
I was walking home today from church, and a thought crossed my mind. A voice said “how can you settle for less when you've tasted God's love?” How can I settle for bare minimum when I have a God that has given me everything?
But what if I'm the bare minimum? What if I have a bad character that can be perceived from a hundred miles away (God forbid sha)? Maybe I still need to grow and figure out myself, and that's okay.
I won't settle for less, and I won't be less, God willing.
But must I marry? Must I???
Leave man and touch Godddd (read in the voice of your campus fellowship president).
P.S- I asked Chatgpt to show me what I'd look like as a bride. When I saw that picture, I was in shock. It really be your own homies.