MY FIRST MARRIAGE: THIS IS NOT A NOLLYWOOD STORY (CONCLUDING PART)
So I’m back, after two meetings and several hours of traffic. I kind of enjoyed leaving you in suspense, even though it wasn’t the original plan. But I’m here now, to serve you Part 2. But y’all can like gist o. hehehe.
Back to the story.
Fast forward to a few weeks later. I had a small cassette/CD player back then, even though the school considered it contraband. I was cool like that. Besides, it was a gift from my stepdad, and he didn’t need to know that the school didn’t allow it. Yes, I was cool like that, don’t hate.
Anyway, I got a tape from another girl in my dorm, and that weekend I listened to it back to back. Just left it on repeat. If you’re like me, you won’t have any favourite musical artistes. Anything with good rhythm, lyrics, and a message is fine with me. The message though, very important for me.
I really don’t remember which band this was, but I’d call their type of music Soft Rock, with a message. Initially, it was the beauty of the rhythm that I enjoyed. That made me leave the whole tape on repeat all weekend. But when I woke up on Sunday morning (apparently I left the thing on all night), the message began to seep into my very groggy brain. And I started to cry. Hilarious abi? The girl opens her eyes, fresh out of sleep, and begins to wail. The band must have been saying something really deep abi?
Well yeah. The song was about the man who didn’t deserve it, but gave everything up, everything, and died just so the rest of us could have a shot at eternity. This is a story id heard all my life, it’s really not new to anyone. But I don’t know, maybe it was the way it was sung, so soulfully and with depth. Maybe it was the fact that it was soft rock. I don’t know. I just know that in that moment all I could see was the man who didn’t deserve it but was bleeding on the cross. And I put him there. I did that to him, and yet I still thought it was more important to be a cool kid.
I couldn’t stop crying. I wanted to do something, anything to just make a difference. Make it worth it. That great a sacrifice? It had to be worth it. What could I do? I didn’t know, but there was someone who knew. So I sent for her. She was the Chapel Prefect. Most holy, if anyone could lay legitimate claim to that title.
So Rotimi came as soon as she got my note, and listened to me amidst all the sobs. Then she told me what to do to make it worth it. I’d have to marry the man. Dedicate my life to his cause. It was the only way. Would I do it? I nodded my head vigorously. Yes. Anything to make the sacrifice worth it. And so it was that Sunday, that I said the words after Rotimi, and pledged my life to the man on the cross.
And you know, as with all relationships, we have had many fallings out, with me betraying him mostly. But he always takes me back, thank God. I know without an iota of doubt that we’ll be together till the end, because it’s the most meaningful relationship of my entire life, the best decision I ever made.
So that’s my story o. I don’t mean to preach, and I won’t. But I hope (I’m allowed to hope aren’t I?) that something in all of this just makes you pause and think for a minute. There’s so much more to life than working at your job, affording designer labels and all those sultry superficial things. There’s an ever ever after, like that Carrie Underwood’s song. Ever Ever After. I’d love to see you there.
Remember, be great, now and always.