Marry Me(Contribution): Mama's Boy

 He was a Mama’s boy.

Unfortunately, they don’t write them on the forehead.

The first time I saw him, we were burying my younger sister; Oluwafunke. My family had invited him to preach; share the Word at her funeral.

The first thing I noticed about him was the way he dressed. He didn’t look like a village person at all. I got curious and asked someone about him and was told that he is a Pastor from Winners’ Chapel and I was shocked to find out that he was from the village.

I liked him. I liked the fact that he was different. He made me change my perspective of the people from the village. I should have known he was different because his mother cuddles him. A grown man in his thirties.

After burying my little sister, I traveled back to Lagos and got a surprising phone call from Sayo; another little sister.

“Tunde wants your number,” She said.

“Who is Tunde and why does he want my number?”

“The one that preached at the burial”. She replied.

Maybe he wants to tell me about his relationship with my sister, I saw them converse during the ceremony and thought they were close. I had asked her if he was single and confirmed, that yes, he is single.

I paused. Does he want permission to date her? I wondered but told her; “no wahala. Give him my number”.

A few days later, he called.

“I fell in love with you on the first day we met”

“The day we buried my sister” hmmmn

“yes”.

“I see. Isn’t that the first time you saw me?”

“It was but believe me”

The romantic me loved his confession. No one had ever confessed “love at first sight” to me. My instincts warned me but I ignored them.

I was sold.

Tunde didn’t waste time courting me. He called regularly. So much so that I enjoyed being treated as a special person and thought a relationship between us will work.

Meanwhile, I was being sexually harassed at work. My boss was interested in me.

One day I couldn’t take it anymore and dropped my resignation.

Of course, I told my suitor and his response was like music to my ears.

“It is good you stopped the job. I can support you till you get another job”

Wow. “really?

“Yes”

I didn’t think to ask how till he proposed marriage. I had other suitors but I was not sure of their intentions and I was tired of playing games.

I called one evening to say thank you after getting an alert.

“You are welcome”.

A pause then he said: “Did I tell you that I plan on traveling abroad”?

Gold! “No, where?” How?

“Well, someone is searching for work for me in any country”.

Any country abroad? There’s something strange about this.

Little did I know that he had the intention of living with his mum after marriage. This was the most important thing to me; not living with his mother. I told him that I don't mind living in Nigeria, I don't even mind living in the village for a while, but I wouldn't want to live with his mum.

Guess who ended up living with his mum after marriage?

 To be continued

By Jane