My story may sound like a fairy tale fantasy but it is my story and I'm sharing it because I'm a living proof that conventional standards are a lie sometimes. Warning: I'm not writing so that girls can become lose and unvirtuous. Today I am a Christian who loves God, but I haven't always been one. I met my husband when I was unemployed and working in my aunty's beer parlour in Yaba. My Aunty was not paying me because I lived in her house so she felt I was the one who owed her a favour. He came in with about five friends, they just came into the country and stopped there to eat isi ewu nkwobi etc. I remember that I was wearing bathroom slippers, my hair was not made nor did I have any makeup. In fact I'm sure I was even smelling because in those days poverty was my second name and deodorant was a luxury. I overheard him telling his friend that one girl that was meant to meet him in the bar and follow him to the hotel just text him that she cannot make it. I decided to shoot my shot (in Thelma's voice) so when he was going to the toilet I followed him and told him that I will go with him. It's not my proudest moment but if you have ever experienced hunger and poverty, you are the first born with six younger siblings that you are expected to take care of even though you don't have a job, then you may understand.
He looked me up and down and he looked irritated but when he was leaving and he did not see a better option he signaled for me to follow him. As of then I was about 24 and waiting for youth service, he is older than me by 17 years. I was only meant to spend one night and collect my money in the morning but I ended up spending a whole week in that hotel.
Let me just tell you, after that week I never went back to work for my aunty, after that week in fact my life has forever changed completely. On the third day I was there he opened his mouth to tell me he loves me. I laughed it off, I did not care, all I was interested in was the money I came to collect and free air condition. But guess what, this man really loved me. That week he took me shopping for not only deodorants but perfumes that cost tens of thousands of Naira that I had never before used in my life. He took me to make my hair, he bought me new clothes. That same month he got me my international passport. He paid off all the gbese my parents incurred when sending me to law school. My siblings school fees he later took care of them one after the other and did so for years until I found my footing in my career.
Less than two months after we met he had flown me to Dubai. Thelma in fact where have I not gone, Dubai became like backyard to me. UK, US, South Africa, France, Spain, Morocco, Abu Dhabi, Oman, Germany, Singapore, I can go on and on ooooh.
Today we are blessed with 2 boys and a girl, my children all under 10 are also very well travelled and go to the best schools. I am able to give them the kind of life I never even imagined could be real when I was a child. My marriage is still sweet but it is not perfect doe. We have our issues, we have our fights and our own storms which God has helped us to weather. Him being much older than me also helps because most times he is extremely patient with me and it is not easy because I am a very stubborn person, which Is both good and bad.
I'm in my mid 30s now and I have an LLM from a foreign universityand I own my own law firm with six lawyers working under me, I believe I'm becoming someone to reckon with in the legal sector in Nigeria, in fact I'm sure that some of your practicing blog readers may know me. I also have a side hustle which brings in 7 figures every year. It pays more than law but I am passionate about law and I am going to be a SAN one day, that is my goal and I have given myself a timeline for this. The truth is that even if my husband leaves me today I can never be broke.
He later told me that the next morning he had planned to pay me and never see me again but that I asked him one question that tripped him. I cannot even remember the question and he refused to tell me. He said he was very impressed by my intelligence and boldness and he decided to ask me to stay for another day, and then another and another. Also, as we proceeded and he saw that I was very intelligent and passionate, I'm also very hardworking he decided that he cannot let me go because he noticed that I will be an asset to him. It was the year after we met that we married.
I often wonder at how God transformed my life from a dirty poverty stricken girl who wanted to sell her body to an older married man (I thought he was married when I left the bar with him, it was much later that he told him that he was divorced from his previous wife, a Caucasian woman). Even when he married me I thought that God will curse me not to be able to have children for him too, because of my sins but 3 months later I was pregnant and 6 months after that I was flown to America for the first time to have our first child.
My marriage is beautiful, my husband may be older but he is youthful and even more successful in business. Our lovemaking is still fire and our children are healthy and brilliant. Because of me my younger ones have a much better life and are doing very well. I still cannot understand why God singled me out to bless me this way. Sometimes I still feel like I'm dreaming and I will wake up and find myself in my aunty's shop wearing dunlop slippers and second-hand dress.
Ps, sorry if I didn't write well. I am not a writer, just want to share my own experience like other blog readers.
Oh wow! Thanks a lot for writing Mrs K. My own testimony is that after 4 years of running this blog and BEGGING people to send me their stories and other submissions, my blog readers are finally responding. Halleluyah!!!
More please 😃