A bit far off from me on the sea coach express is a lady conversing with a person I presume is her husband, smiling gyimi gyimi and not letting the single breathe. They look like they've been married for long, 20 years? 30? 15? I can only guess.
As I observed them, I figured "Why should I go through all of this alone?" Why not share the pain so we go through this together, fellow unmarried singlets? So I say make I write to my DFW. Here we go.
Dear future wife,
Having spent the past few days miles away from home, I must say, I now get it. I now get a sense of perspective of the sort of safety I ought to provide you.
In an environment where I knew absolutely nobody, I found that it would have been incredibly easy to fall into despair and fear. In fact, I did sink into despair on my way. Filled with questions like will I be accepted, understood, heard? Will I get missing? Who do I call when I'm in trouble?
Because you see, I knew no one and knew nothing, absolutely nothing, about where I was headed.
But I realised that I found myself heaving a sigh of great relief the moment I got to my destination and saw a name sign that referenced me. I just knew immediately that I was safe - at the right place, at the right time, and had not missed my way.
That is the kind of safety I assure you.
It's the kind that allows me to mindlessly press my phone at 3 am in the morning with a driver I know nothing about, yet without any need to be on guard. Because I recognize that he's with me. We're one team - different locations and different cultural contexts yet one team.
One team with shared values and a united commitment towards one goal, even if we play entirely different roles. The kind of safety experienced by both the driver and me is what I assure you. That the driver wouldn't take me to the wrong location for nefarious purposes, or that I wouldn't harm him as he performed his role.
This, my love, is the kind of safety you'll get.
That with me, you need not be on guard at all times. In fact, at any time. With me, you will know I'm just the person you need to see when life's hitting you with it's rough billows. I'll be your calm.
I am certain you'll do big things, and I'm all yours on this journey - whatever support you may need. In fact, I'm Joshua, yet I'll be your Jacob, dear. Yakubu to the ends of the earth. That Master's or PhD you want to do? Apply for it, leave the learning to me.
Go, baby, go. Go get that PhD so I can slap "doctor's husband" up and around my profile. I'll even design a T-shirt sef because of course. Na MY babe be the doctor. Let the others get a doctor too! If ebi easy, make them do am.
With me, you have the safety you need to be excellent. The safety that makes you confident to go out there into the world to crush all lions and be the queen that you are. Your fights, in fact, are my fights too, but be mindful that with me, not all battles are worth fighting. We only fight the right battles at the right time.
I may not have all the answers you need at any given moment, but I assure you a level head at all times. Bleoo Bleoo, like the Bleoobi I am. Oh yes, least I forget, you'll be marrying into a good fraternity too!
The downside to this promise, nonetheless, is that I expect high standards too. I cannot exchange a yet-to-be-released M4 Macbook pro for spaghetti. I'm Eyram, not Esau 🫶🏾
Drops the microphone dramatically and leaves the stage in a dramatic fashion.
