I’m here peacefully putting body to toast Amarachi and Precious, but they’ve already promoted themselves to “guy” and “big girl” for me.
No vex, I’m not in a hurry. Sometimes people mistake patience for lack of options.
I genuinely want the best for them; I’m only trying to show them an escape route before reality eventually starts collecting its own receipts.
Me wey I be man, I still have time. At 45, a man can still marry. There’s no deadline on finding the right person just don’t confuse unlimited time with unlimited chances.
Tell them ooo, while I dey here minding my business and trying to toast Amarachi and Precious, they’ve entered “I’m too busy for you” mode.
No wahala. Everybody gets to make their choices.
What they don’t know is that I’m not even chasing anybody’s validation I’m simply offering a possibility they may appreciate later. If the timing isn’t right, life will handle the rest.
Me wey I be man, I still get time. Marriage no be NYSC posting wey get compulsory age limit.
45 no be deadline. The real goal is to make the right decision with the right person, not to panic because society dey shout your mates are married.
Everybody’s clock is different. Just make sure when yours rings, you’re ready.