The Ramblings of A Nigerian Mom

Somebody asked this question and maybe it's just worth reflecting upon. Just read on one of the 'soft' sites about a popular Nigerian artiste who just had a baby with his girlfriend, and while he is relishing his new status as a father he just wouldn't make an honest woman out of her by tying the knot with her. So many in this category to make the trend worrisome. Disregard the much touted views of the liberal portion of the female specie.  "I don't want to be tied down to any one, just need someone to make a baby with" Utter balderdash in my honest opinion. Every woman has at one time or the other fantasized about her knight in shinning armor, coming to sweep her off her feet and leading her down the aisle with a wide grin on his face, slipping a diamond ring onto her finger and sealing it with a kiss... Somewhere along the line, the priorities were muddled up, values were washed down the drain. Everything smirks of the moral ...

Yes, I was at the salon yesterday to..you know..in readiness for the new week. And what is so spectacular about that, you may want to ask , abeg, let me land first. So where was I? Okay, I was at the salon and as I was sitting and trying to arrange myself and legs to prevent passersby from seeing..you know...while enduring the head pushing and pulling that normally accompany such 'endeavors' without wincing, I could not but listen to the conversation between the ' manageress ' and her friend that came visiting. They apparently just lost somebody dear to them, a woman in her early forties. While any death (human or animals) at all is sad, be it of the elderly or youth -we all have people to whom we are very dear, people to whom we are everything- this was especially painful to them because the kids are still young and she has 'suffered', etc According to them, she stuck with the husband through thick and thin, when they lived in ' face me I face...

Yes, I was at the salon yesterday to..you know..in readiness for the new week. Nothing spectacular about that, you might want to add, abeg make I land. So as I was sitting down and trying to properly arrange myself in order not to show people around a glimpse of the 'inner haven' while also trying hard to endure the head pulling and pushing without wincing; I could not but listen to the conversation between the ' manageress' and her friend who came visiting. They apparently just lost someone dear to them, a woman in her early forties. While death is always painful..be it of a loved one or animal, the aged or youth, it is always very painful. We all have people to whom we are the world, people to whom we are everything. This particular death was very painful because according to them, the kids were still young and she had 'suffered' (together with the husband). Before the husband's 'breakthrough' came, they lived in 'face me I face you...