My husband’s nickname for me is Wahala Baby
Because there is a spirit that comes upon me
Periodically -not all the time- you understand,
That honestly, makes me behave foolishly.
This spirit was upon me, mightily, the other day,
I was in a sulk & silence mode,
Lying in bed whining to God
About all the perceived wrongs I’ve suffered,
Working earnestly on my martyrdom ,
When I was suddenly reminded
Of a prayer I rendered to God years ago.
At the height of singleness I said,
“God, I’m seriously tired of the OBJs,
I’m ready to turn the answer sheet.”
If you’ve ever written a Nigerian exam,
You know what I’m talking about.
The multiple choice questions were listed first
After you completed these objectives or OBJs,
You turned the page and began the essays.
I felt like I’d been stagnant,
I was tired of waiting for the right answer
While searching between multiple options,
In the name of dating.
I was ready to move to another level,
To move to the harder, more complex space,
To start and sustain something serious, marriage
Lol, now here it is and here I am,
Still ranting to this same God
About the woes of this husband He gave me
To have and to hold,
In time of quarantine and in days of freedom,
For better, for worse.
It hit me, how easy it is to forget,
That the things we now have,
Are things we once prayed for.
I’ve said it before but it bears repeating.
Even in a dying world, in difficult times,
There is still so much to be thankful for.
I, especially, am truly grateful-
Lol for many things, including the CJ
That still cheers me on when the nuts & bolts
Holding my brain together begin to shake.
One of my favourite things about life is this,
There is always room to be surprised.
There are truly, truly still better things ahead,
Than any we leave behind.
May our eyes be tuned to see them,
And hearts open to receive them.