The Old Man And The Beautiful Wife of A Mad Man

Friday at work is always the best. Not just cos of the weekend, but more importantly cos we always have loads and loads of cake to eat. This Friday apart from having iced sponge cocoa butter chocolate cake, I've been thinking bout were and how to start this post. Anyway, with how unrelated this topic is to what I plan writing, I can’t but hope I have the courage to post it on my blog. Well, if I change my mind and decide not to post it, I’ll create another blog with my girlfriend were we can publish all about our love life. That will only happen if I eventually get a girlfriend. Talking about getting a girlfriend, I have been considering this lately, in fact it’s my consideration of a relationship that inspired me to write this evening.

I understand that love is supposed to be a beautiful thing that has no boundary. However, the kin love I dey see this days na religion conditional love. The first question girls ask me now are days isn’t even my name, but the church I attend. Like how that one suppose concern you sef???? I tried to limit myself to dating only Catholics in the past, but in recent time to see fine catholic girl be like where needle pass through the eye of Elephant… So I have been exploring other options….. the journey has not been an easy one.

It hurts really bad that I miss out on Indian girls cos I can’t be Hindu or Buddhist and they wouldn’t be Christians and then my beautiful Muslim Hajia friends keep friend zoning me for the fear of Sharia. My biggest problem is not even the Indians or Muslims, it is my fellow Christians. Like seriously, the war between Catholics, Pentecostals, Jehovah’s Witnesses etc is alarming. The moment I tell a Pentecostal girl that I’m Catholic she either tries to force me to attend her church or she runs as fast as her legs can carry her. Unfortunately, I have never considered switching to Pentecostal although I once considered Olumba back in the days when love took me by surprise. 1997… LOVE UNDER THE PALM TREE…. how can I forget?????

Oya back to the matter, why can’t men just accept to follow women to church? Let’s analyse this properly. She is going to answer your family name, bear your kids, prepare your food, listen to your loud snore at night and for Igbo people, she will follow you to your village every Christmas. Chai!! Chai!!! Men there is God oh…. So they didn’t inform you that the least you should do is to change church for her…… (I can see the smile on women’s faces as they read this paragraph, una can like better thing sha) ….

But on a very very serious note, women deserve it. I have decided to live by example (I know its lead so don’t correct me *tongues out*). So, the next girl I date, if she’s not Catholic, I will follow her to her church.  Yes!!!! and if we get married, I will continue following her to that same church. Nevertheless, the following conditions must be met;

1. The church must be more than 50 years old.
2. She and her family members must have been attending same church in the last 25 years, (meaning she must have been born into the church). For your information, my wife will be a young ajebo – 25 and below….
3. There should have never been a time in her life where she had attended a different church for more than 4 Sundays in a row. 

E easy abi….. So ladies, if you are not catholic and you want a fine bobo like me for a sacred relationship and marriage in your church, then here I am……

If nobody contacts me, then I must be an old man looking for the beautiful wife of a mad man…..


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