My Wife before, how are you? the message read. I looked at the name and it registered a childhood memory. A husband I married for myself when I was about 5 or 7 years old had added me on facebook and sent the message I was reading. Dont laugh. I will try hard to tell this story without laughing like a mad woman at the library where I am currently seated, typing this. Ok, so our mum had gone to school and left my older sis and I with her sister, my Aunt Akassa who was neighbours with a magistrate(?) and his family. I cant vividly remember how it went really, but those who remember the events as they happened tells me I saw this older boy, fell so inlove with him, chased him about the whole village, even went to his father to ask his hand in marriage. I must have been refered to the Grandmom because the story has it that Pauls mom (that was his name) asked me how I intend to pay for his hand in marriage, that I ran home, roasted a tilapia fish and brought it to the old woman who accepted it in proxy. I remember chasing Paul everywhere he went (which embarrased him for years as people made jokes about it and his grandma kept calling me their wife.) Actually, I married a lot of people when I was a kid. I married cousins, my dad and everybody else. I stopped after someone i-shall-not-mention smacked me hard after I told everyone I would pay for his hand in marriage. lol Why did I always act the reverse in my childhood while acting out these society assigned roles though? why was I paying for bride prizes for men I married? If our (gender) thoughts processes are wired from birth to act out certain roles, why was I not busy acting like the person who should be paid a pride prize instead of the one paying the pride prize? Oh well. Just thinking allowed here. Nua.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 18:29:37 +0000
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