|What the heck!!!|
I am a master’s degree holder in Economics and International relations. I work hard and earn a six figure salary. I have my own car and i pay my damn rent. All of which she can’t do without the assistance of her so-called boyfriend because she graduated with a Third Class in UNILAG three years after the appointed time for graduation. I was ready to tell her that she should include in the wedding budget an STD’s treatment package because that fiance of her’s is worse than a pig. But she’s family, so im’ma keep my disastrous tongue to myself.
|Wedding Planning Mood Activated|
“Is there anything in particular about the wedding you want me to help you with” I said, trying to get this conversation done with ASAP. “Oh yes yes. You know you’ve always had good taste for aso-ebi and considering the fact that you have over fifty-five aso-ebi outfits, i would like you to be in charge of the sourcing, distributing and the appearances of my girls that day” I wanted to say No, but i love weddings and any opportunity to be part of it’s planning process, i will take it and if i didn’t, I would be the talk of the wedding party. All the old women discussing among themselves how old I am and I don’t have a man. They would then recount the incident of two years ago when I turned down Jide, the Senator’s son just because he said I wouldn’t work again after we got married. So i agreed to her request. After this wedding i might consider opening a bend-down-select shop to sell off my aso-ebi’s. The call ended and as if that wasn’t enough.
My mother’s call came in immediately.
|My oh my !!!|
By the time the call connected I could hear her crying. My oh my. “Ayomipo omo mi, why do you want to disgrace me. Look at your little cousin of twenty-three, she’s getting married. Give me grandchildren this child.” I couldn’t deal with her at that moment so i told her i would call her when i got off work. She wasn’t happy about that. This pressure and grand expectations almost made me marry a man who didn’t share my beliefs or values and i wasn’t going to let that happen again. I am going to take my time, do me, serve the lord and live my best life because marriage shouldn’t define me. My accomplishments and who i am deep inside should.
But as far as Tade’s aso-ebi is concerned, I’m go’n slay and I’m go’n slay hard. I need to place a call to my fabric distributor tonight and dive into Instagram to search for the next show stopping dress because as far as i am concerned, I am going to be Bella naija’s wedding guest of the month.
Pictures Via Pinterest.
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