My friends, there is a problem o!
It had been a fun weekend for me. I did not watch the royal wedding but I may have watched it because my social media accounts were buzzing with every little detail about Harry and Meghan.
You see, I have never had any particular interest in the royal family. My friend loved Diana so much that she cried when she died. While something sad had occurred, I did not understand why my friend who had never been out of Plateau State as at then was so upset. I did not watch Princess Di’s wedding. I was mildly curious about Kate Middleton’s wedding only because I had a friend over that watched the whole thing. I am indifferent to them.
But I joined enthusiastically in the conversations swirling from the event. I was even a bit of a troll. I laughed at feminists that berated women who chose to leave all they are and have for love and now suddenly were defending a feminist’s God given right to want to be a princess. No one should say there are no contradictions there because there are. I wasn’t serious though. I am a firm believer that what I want from life should never be imposed on anyone or judged harshly.
I am solidly of the train of thought that christens marriage/having children as an achievement. When people get married or have children, we congratulate them right? And these are legit goals for a lot of women.
So there I was having fun when the news came in and literally picked me up and slammed me on the floor. Well, not literally sha.
LINDA IKEJI IS NOT JUST ENGAGED, SHE IS PREGNANT AS WELL.
Just like that?
Is this life fair at all?
I have been in conversations where people have struggled to delegitimize Linda Ikeji’s successes.
“She can’t write.”
“She is unscrupulous. How will she run a gossip blog that feeds from the dredge of people’s lives and think she is an inspiration?”
I will confess that I have said one or two things in this direction.
When Linda started showing us just how wealthy she was it was baffling. Banana Island o! How? And some of us are crafting art with words and yet start sweating when mama landlady begins sending us whatsapp messages praying for us exactly one month to the rent being due.
But you know what?
In all this I had one consolation.
I may not have her millions but I ‘achieved’ marriage years ago. And also I achieved ‘motherhood’ as well.
She was thinking of her fat bank accounts. I had the warm arms of my husband wrapped around me ( except for the nights when we are fighting… or he is worried about money…or I am on my period…or when we are using the generator that cant power the ac…etc etc )
While Linda was counting the zeros and putting commas after a set of 3 zeros, I was teaching my kids how to count.
So, while Linda was busy being a millionaire, I told myself that I could have been one too if not that I was busy being a wife and a mother.
I consoled myself that nobody can have it all.
Linda is too rich to find genuine love. She has the money but no husband and no children.
Life was good and fine.
I am not a hater but you can understand why my whole world came crashing down with this her engagement and ‘with child’ situation. I am happy for her…atink…it is a good thing…but but but….
Now Linda has money.
With what do I take senior Linda now my people?
While I have used my little family as an excuse to earn minimum wage and be eating biscuits meant for my kids’ lunchboxes when they are sleeping, Linda effortlessly equalized and overtook me.
Me= wife +mother + thousandnaire
Linda= wife (to be… dem don chop apple, na wife) + mother +millionaire + CEO + fine woman…..
What excuse will I give myself now?
With all this grammar?
This Linda is not a good person at all. Why must you have everything? Is it good like that?
Make I kukuma hurry to become grandmother before her…wetin remain again?
(Congratulations to Linda Ikeji. It isn’t accidental to sustain success this long. She will be a great mother…ehm sis… epp your girl na)