10/27/2016

The Letter 1

Before I got married to my husband, I used to have a list of the qualities I wanted in a man. I had a book where I wrote down all the qualities and any man that comes to me for marriage, I would always cross check my list to know if something is missing.






There is no passing day I don't come up with new qualities, I would always erase the ones that doesn't suit to my taste any longer. My mum became worried of me because I wasn't only becoming mature for marriage but I was chasing the good men away; good men in the sense that they have good characters not by status. I was so into the things of the world that I neglected that God's will should be everything.






Money was my priority for any eligible suitor who is ready to marry me. It was the first thing on my list. You can't blame me, I was so engrossed with my beauty that any man who likes me must have money to maintain my beauty.


I wear the latest clothes, shoes, hair and my nails are always painted with different colours. Everything about me was on point. How do you expect me to settle for any man. My life was that of a young child looking for his mum in the crowd. I was lost in terms of whom to choose as a husband.
I go to church every Sunday, In fact I was a committed member of the church; a chorister for that matter.


In my church, I used to be the centre of attraction for everyone, my beauty is behold comparison. That mentality made me aware of my beauty and that not every man is qualified to have me .
Amongst all the young guys in my church, there was this guy named James. He is rich, his dressing always on point, his swag complete. He is tall, bold and his masculinity made every young girl crave for him. I was determined to get him to like me at all cost without trying to force myself on him.


Few weeks later, he came to me, smiling at me. I was gone. Everything didn't matter to me except him. His smile alone made me forget that I work for God. I was staring longer than i shouldn't at him. I saw his fingers snapped at me. I was revived back to life.







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