My darling girl,
This is about the strangest dream I think I have had yet. But before I delve into it, let me first give you context. I have not yet met your father. I am also not dating at the moment and have not felt the need to in the recent months…two years actually, but who’s counting. Some people think it is maturity and others, like some of your aunties and grandma have not said anything. There are hints sometimes, subtle ones and others not so subtle. Like that time your grandma went to a wedding and came back with a photograph of the couple that she had bought off these random photographers who attend weddings to sell you pictures of yourself. She came to my room that evening and showed me the couple (who I had never met) and said, “They look nice.” I looked at the picture and agreed. When I tried to give it back to her, she said; “No you keep it. Those are nice colours.” If you see strange colours in my wedding pictures, blame her. I feel sorry for the aunties sometimes because I think they worry that you may not come along after all. Especially since apparently my ‘eggs’ are just reducing by the month. And to be honest, occasionally, I think that they may be right; that you will not come along.
Now obviously if you’re reading this, then well, you can wipe that look off your face. And all those thoughts do not mean I mentally aborted you at some point. It is just that your dad is taking foreeeever to come along on that sliver donkey or whatever. See there was a point when I wanted to be dated, courted and all the above, and that is not to say I do not want it anymore. It just sort of stopped being a priority.
The other little glitch is that my job keeps me at a desk most of the year and so your dad could be looking for me everywhere but here.
Gosh, look how far I digressed!! What I am trying to say is, technically, for all intents and purposes, marriage or dating is the last thing on my mind, even if most people think it should be.
And this is why the dream was so strange. It was my wedding day and I was not there. I was late and the wedding actually took place without me. ME…the bride wasn’t present and the function proceeded in my absence. Because dreams never seem to have a beginning, for me at least, the scene where we exchange vows was missing. I was late to the reception venue. This would have been okay but, for some reason, I had not met the groom. Much later after the ceremony had ended, we were seated together in a dark room, waiting to be taken elsewhere, for a honeymoon I suppose.Or maybe it was just UMEME’s idea of a romantic beginning to after. I still could not see his face. So yeah…it seems I met you father and we chatted. He was trying to show me what he looked like from a picture in his phone when I woke up.
Lesson: I might be open to arranged marriages now.
Lesson 2: Your father might not be very clever. I do not know why he’d be looking for a picture in his phone when the phone light could have illuminated his face just fine. So let us hope you inherit your great grandfather’s brains (he was a teacher right after the colonial era. Cannnot have been easy to teach people during a time when Google did not exist). I say this because I am not very confident of my brains either at this point – I could have told him to use the light.