Wondering if there are any "testimonies" from Nigerian women 27 and above who didn't settle and found love with a man with 95% of their reqs— Sugabelly (@sugabelly) January 18, 2017
Being a Nigerian/African woman typically means that by the time you're done with your first degree, family members are eagerly awaiting your wedding announcement. You're probably between 23 and 25 years old at the time, and woe betide you if there's no eligible suitor hanging around.
I've mentioned it before, or I think I have in one capacity or another, that I didn't get married until I was 31. And yes, the years before my wedding included plenty of fasting and prayer... on my behalf, because it seemed like I was the only person who wasn't worried. My grandma who I love dearly (and whose dress I wore for my wedding reception) started her routine fasting and praying for me from when I turned 25.
There would be times when I would call her just to say hi, and end up being lectured on how not to discourage men from proposing marriage. HAHAHAHAHA! As in, our conversations were always a variation of this:
Me: Mama, Happy Birthday!!! How are you? May God bless you abundantly.
Mama: Thank you. Has anybody proposed?
Me: Erm, I don't have a boyfriend.
Mama: So? Does that stop anybody from proposing?
Me: Erm... *looks around, confused*
Mama: I hope you're not discouraging them. Make sure you encourage anybody that comes along.
Me: But Mama, I can't marry just anybody.
Mama: Keep quiet and listen to me. I gave your name to my pastor. We're fasting for 3 days from so-so-so date. Make sure you're fasting too.
Me: Sure thing. Gotta go. Bye!
It got to a point where I decided I wasn't speaking to her anymore, because I was sick and tired of it. I mean, of course, I can't NOT speak to my grandma, but still... At the end of the day, I know she was doing it out of love, and she's very traditional and old-school (so much so, that she almost couldn't believe we "allowed" my younger sister get married before me; and I even had the audacity to be her maid of honor!).
Eeek! This post is already too long. I promise I have a point. Part 2 coming tomorrow :)
P.S. I won't share about the random hook-ups my mum tried for me, because she reads my blog and she will tell me to pick pin or do frog jump.