Believe In God, You Are Not Too Old To Get Your Dream Spouse. I remember the day she walked into our church’s single group. Initially, when she walked in, I thought she probably missed her way or Just came to see someone and Leave.
You can imagine the shock that ran through me when she got up and walked to the front after our leader beckoned on first timers to come forward. I saw shock clearly written all over our leaders face, I heard him quickly explain that the group was for singles who had never been married.
His explanations didn’t do much as she still stood with her legs firmly rooted on the ground. I started to hear giggles from different corners of the hall, Few stupid Nigerians had started to display their stupidity. The woman who looked like a woman in her sixties smiled ,it was obvious she had gotten used to being mocked.
As time rolled by, she took a special liking in me and I patronized her business.
Along the line, she let me into her life and recounted her life story to me. She was 52, but looked older because of stress. She had never been married but had two sons. Her first son was 30 and the second 27, although I didn’t ask if they had the same dad. She told me that since she gave birth to her children, she had been the only one taking care of them until her first son clocked 19 and a relative felt pity for her and decided to take him along with him to the USA.
Many times her heart got broken by men whom she thought loved her enough to marry her, she had gone through many failed relationships and had resigned to faith. She had given up on marriage and was committed to serving God and praying for her sons.
In February she told me that her son in America was getting married, had sent her an invite and was processing her visa. I was optimistic it will work and as God will have it she travelled for her son’s wedding in April.
Now onto the main gist.
She sent me a chat today and to my shock told me she was married, Just three months after she travelled for her son’s wedding. I was expecting her arrival to Nigeria soon ,an impromptu marriage was what I least expected.
The gist is that after the wedding, a family friend advised her to stay in the USA a bit and if possible work as nothing serious was going on for her in Nigeria . She connected her to a Nigerian woman who had a low key cleaning and odd jobs agency where she recruited Nigerians whom were basically illegal immigrants.
The agency collected the monies from their customers and paid their employees a paltry sum. Mummy Dennis as I fondly call her started work as a nanny in the house of a Ghanaian family.
One day she followed the family she worked for to the shopping mall and right there at the car park stood a white man who couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She told me he approached her and even called her the pet name “baby” to the shock and amusement of everyone and to her embarrassment because she felt like an old hag rather than a baby.
The white man told her she was obviously the person he saw in his dreams and that he wanted to marry her. He didn’t mince words, he went straight to the point and she almost walked out on him. He asked for her number which she reluctantly gave him and that opened a new chapter for her.
The calls started rolling in, the Oyibo was crazily in love with her. She said she had never in her life experienced such love, he couldn’t stay for 20minutes without hearing from her.
He was 60 ,had never been married, had a good job and was very comfortable. He in the past willed all he had to charity since he had no nuclear family but was so happy upon learning that she had two sons. He said he was going to rewrite his will and will all he had to his new family.
They got married last week, plans are being made for her second son to join them in the USA and her husband is so in love with her and his step sons. He says he doesn’t even need children as he is OK with her two sons.
The owner of the agency she used to work for now call her madam and even begged her to patronize them. She kept crying on the phone, I couldn’t hold back my own tears.
She told me she would send pictures, I couldn’t wait for the pictures before I write this. If she approves I will also post them later .
This goes out to everyone who thinks they are not longer worthy enough of anyone’s love, or think they are nothing compared to the beautiful women parading the street.
If your mouth like let it be as wide as a basket .
Let the tribal marks on your face be longer than river Nile.
Let your arms be saggy with stretch mark scattered everywhere.
Let your legs be bow.
Let your breast be smaller than a cherry.
When the heart that is meant to love you steps in, your flaws would be his attraction, it would be perfect. He would look past all the sexy curvy girls and have his eyes fixed on you, she would look past all the six packs guys and yearn for you alone.
No one is unlovable, there is someone for everyone.
When someone breaks your heart or when a relationship that you really hoped would work breaks, see it as a weed God had to remove so that the tree can be planted. Cry all you want, frown for a short while but after that cheer up, keep your head high and move on.
Be open , be happy and go to Places you are celebrated.
Your labour of love cannot be forgotten, one day, one moment, one second is all it takes to meet that one person that will make you so happy it didn’t work with anyone in the past. When you meet that person, you might not be smelling of a Gucci or Burberry perfume ,you might not be wearing that stunning shades or a makeover.
It might just be you in that tired house dress, messed up hair and an emotionless face standing before the love of your life
“Drops mic sways hair and catwalks away “.
©Laura Ezinne Idika