One time, I asked my mother if she would allow me to go live alone. She looked at me, the way mothers do when they believe you just said something stupid and they can’t believe you are their child. Then she said never. From her house, to my husband’s house. That’s the formula. Then I asked, what if I got a job in someplace, like Lagos, for example. She said, then there might be a compromise.
But I have changed a lot since school. And now, I feel like I NEED to stay alone. I want to experience the freedom that comes with choosing what I do every single day. I want to decide what to eat and if I should spend the weekend at my place or at a friends. I want to have fights with my yard people and hate the landlord for not allowing me to fetch water from the well in the middle of the compound. I want to pay NEPA bill and shout at them for collecting my money without bringing light. You know… take care of myself.
I have never lived alone. When I was in school, that was my chance, but I hated the idea of being off-k. There was the issue of light and water to consider. And then I thought that that was not entirely safe, as well. So yeah, I really want to live alone.
In my desperation, I might just write a fake letter of employment with housing benefits o. Since it’s the only hope I have. I’ll write in the letter that I have been given a job and an official house someplace not close to home. Then if I get tired of being a big girl, I’ll go back home and say they sacked me. Prodigal daughter ke… Simple 🤷
You see, I made this post earlier on instagram. If you were following, you’d see. 🤷
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