The way I've advised, counseled and even fought
against arranged marriages, most people can swear i will rather become a gigolo than allow anyone arrange a wife for me!
Yes! I'm a coward, I'm not even arguing the fact! "A freaking coward " i kept saying that in my head.
My parents want me to get married "early " and to a Nigerian girl. "she can be from any part of the Country Oluwadamola, anywhere, just bring us a wife" that's my mom's usually line, well until she found "a very good girl from a good home, even sef eh, she studied in Canada"
I mean??? Who studies in Canada and agrees to be wedded off to someone they've not met...... I mean apart from me? Well in my defense I didn't school in Canada, I studied at St Cecellia's school of art, in the UK.
A lot of things were going through my mind as i stood in front of my mirror dressing up. I wore a pair of black jean, a high top suede shoe from Danjay's apparel, a white turtle neck shirt and a black leather jacket. "Giddem" I said to myself while brushing my beared
What? A man's gotta hype himself.
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"Hi my name is Oluwadamola Kendrick Damini, most people call me Kay Damini, you can call me Damini. I'm a graduate of English literature, from St. cecellia's school of art, UK and a master's degree in Filmmaking and Production, from Auckland university, New Zealand.
I'm currently a movie producer and a writer"
I stood there practicing how I'll introduce myself to "my wife" God! This is crazy! I looked up at the mirror again for six seconds...... "yo Damini you got this! You're the Kay Damini! I mean you can bring a 100% pretense to the table effortlessly"
This is me trying to make myself feel better! Who even feels proud about being effortless pretentious smh, I thought to myself as I walked out of the room.
"Mommy...... I'm ready" I called out, I mean, this woman is old yet she takes so much time to dress up, her husband died a long time ago, I'm wondering who she's dressing up for.
I lost my dad like 10 years ago, when I was 16, my mom trained my sister's and I alone, all by herself.
A strong woman there, I know.
i have two older sister's, Jumoke who's married to Kenneth Mcloure, and Sandra who's married to Michael Britt, they're both married to white men, I'm the "last hope" for bringing in a Nigerian in-law. I'm sure that's not supposed to be a thing, but well it is.
I heard my mom's footsteps walking down the stairs, I got up and picked the car keys from the table, and was about heading out before she called me back.
"Ah ah Damola, is this what you want to wear to meet your in-laws ?" She asked opening her palms in front of her, " hmmm mommy I should be asking you oo, it's just dinner, not the wedding, I've not totally agreed to this thing yet" this woman is wearing a complete set of iro and buba, with aseoke on her waist and right shoulder, I know these things very well, because well.... i have two sisters and a mom.
"Damola please, ejor oko mi, don't you have any Agbada that....."
"Agbada? Mummy?" I interrupted her before she even completes her statement and imagine that I'll change what I'm wearing. My sarcasm skills are top notch, lol it irritates my mom, because I'm supposed to be her "London boy" " if I'm not going like this then I'll not even go at all" I added, someone needs to set this woman straight. She stared at me from my head to the space after my feet, and back up, "Damola you embarrass me, you really embarrass me a lot!" She said, repeatedly shaking her legs and head, " yes ma I know, can we go?" I'm sure she's about to complain about my English, she complains about it every time we have an argument "see how you're even talking". Lol, there it is, she looked so irritated, " all your friends Tobi and all the rest see how they're speaking English shryyyy shryyy shrrry..... she tried to mimic some sort of accent the way typical local Nigerian women would. "mummy please now, let us go, you want to vex for your London boy again" she calls me that when she needs a favor. I raised my brows and blew her a kiss smiling at her, it gets her every time, she smiled back "oya let's be going"
"Mommy you'll not remove this one" i was referring to the aseoke on her shoulders, " no oo, the dressing will not be complete now" " sorry ma" I apologized and pointed at the door, she walked out and I followed her, we got into the car and started moving.
"Ehen Damola " oh God! Oh God! Oh God! "Maaa" what does she want to say now,
"Her name is Lenora, she's the first child o, like your Sister Jumoke, hmmm... Jumoke even sef has not called me today, whether she's okay? " she kept quiet like she was waiting for a reply, I turned and looked at her for like a second or two and turned back to the road, "mommy Jumoke is fin.....
"Comon!!!! Is she not your elder sister" she yelled
"....... sorry sister Jumoke is fine, plus it's just 5Pm, the day has not ended yet, she'll probably still call you"
Lol, she's looking at me with that irritated face again.
"Is now you want to speak English "
This woman is my world, I smiled at my self. And continued driving,
"Ehen," she continued! Oh God!
"Her name is what?"
"Lenora, mommy "
"Good..........
