Hello person of my Laive, welcome back to our writing channel.
Before I dive into today's business, you know I care about you alot. And as a concerned community leader, I really want to know; How are you coping as singles?
How does it feel to wake up cold and alone, with no message that says "Good morning, my queen" or "Arise and Shine Sunshine?"
How does it feel to wake up without breakfast in bed or a present box at the corner of your bed?
How does it feel to enter Obasanjo's internet while everyone is saying "I said yes, Spot the shining rock!" Meanwhile, you're simply replying yes to your mother when she asks, "Have you warmed the soup?" And when the POS attendant asks you, "Should I add the charge?"
It must be quite difficult.
As a single Pringle in this trying time, I'm sure you are getting an earful of "When will you marry?" questions. "Your mates are getting married already; what are you waiting for?" "Don't tell me you are still single."
There is no breathing room for single folks this year. Our sole offense is being single—nothing else—but they don't want us to rest.
A very short and vulnerable story of my life, please stay with me.
I haven't been in a proper relationship since they gave birth to me. When I say proper, I mean when a guy asks a lady out and lavishes her with love, gifts, and other typical relationship behavior. Nah, I'm always meeting the less fortunate people. But that's not the story for today. (You see, single people are under pressure and this pressure did not start today; they've been in existence since I was in secondary school.)
So it appeared normal for everyone to be in a relationship except me! (Come to think of it, I'm a brilliant, gorgeous, and a very excellent lover girl), they only wanted friends with benefits, so I took matters into my own hands and ended up with Him. I had already resolved in my heart that even if he wasn't the one, I would make him "THE ONE”.
I was tired of being alone, of being the only single friend in the room, and I was tired of living the single life, so I decided to drag him along for the trip.
He had a form of godliness, he comes from a Christian home; although, he wasn't prayerful; he doesn't study his Bible nor goes to church regularly, but that's okay because "I CAN CHANGE HIM!" I keep asking God to transform him and make him "the one" for me. At the very least, he's good-looking and possesses all of the physical characteristics I look for in a man.
His first name is LUKE. His last name is WARM. But I can stir up his heart; I can transform him and make him hot and burning for God. #chucklesindelusion… So I thought!
I'm only a virgin physically, but emotionally, I'm a grown woman in the corner in heat, bored of waiting for the right one to come, so I attempted to make him "the one". I tried everything to have him see me and love me back.
Those who are in a proper relationship give each other butterflies in their tummies, but mine gave my heart a cardiac arrest; because I let him in.
Luke exhibited the traits of a cheater, liar, abuser, and thief. Why was I startled to see the wedding IV?
Guess what? *I was not the bride!*
I knew he wasn't the one from the beginning because in the beginning was the Word (that is, God) and he didn't sound or shine like God's Son! The mouth speaks from the abundance of the heart, and all he could say was “sweet empty Nothing!”
I settled for false companionship even though I noticed all the red flags in him. I was lonely; everyone else was in a relationship, and everyone was getting married; So I decided to settle. (So why was I sad when he left me to be with someone else?)
What's the reason for this letter?
I really don't know why I'm sharing this; but, this is for you in the corner: who wants to be lulled by the pressures of the world, take a chill pill and relax.
The engagements and weddings post should not oppress you or force you to settle for less. Rather, they should make you happy, inspire you to pursue your dreams, and help you accomplish better for yourself.
I hope you are seeing the people getting married? 🤔
Look at the décor of their weddings, the chandeliers, the outfits, the dignitaries who were present, the wedding cake, and how Bellanaija follows them up and down. Look at their qualifications, their accomplishments, their skin like milk, and there's you, using the same towel you use for your bumbum on your face while grumbling that Eva soap is now N500 in Emilokan naira.
If these do not inspire you enough, ask the Lord to open your chest and transplant "Psalm 51:10".
A new heart and a regenerated proper spirit that will allow you to fully understand and appreciate how long you must wait for the "Perfect/Right one!"
Remember, God makes everything beautiful in its time, and when your time comes, e go loud!
Wait for the Right One, so when people see you and your partner, they can shout 'God when' and not 'God abeg or Godforbid'.
Hope this blessed your heart?
Until I write to you again
Love & Light,
Fayvourebirth.
His first name is Luke and last is warm. I laughed a little too hard. 😹😹😹
When the time is right the lord will make it happen. Period. Love this week’s letter a little bit too much because I can over relate.
Chai 🥺
I can't relate , I have two kids and a fine man 😊🙈........This would be how I'll respond one-day 😭