Without even writing about this a lot of us know what I am talking about. E no easy. Any man wey no appreciate na between him amd him God.
For some of us before we could understand the art of being a woman we were already wives, then mothers. Catching on to being this different people is complex and everyone catch on differently. This is my transition story...
As a young girl I always wanted to get married, my idea of marriage is/was definitely different in comparison to the regular. (marry a man I love have servants around that will do everything for me even cut my nails) I dreamt of having children but I wasn't too sure about it. While in my fantasy I met a friend and we were friends we continued in that path now we are married. So for me before I got a grip of my womanhood I was married and I wanted to have a child (it was the fashion of the family). I enjoyed every bit of that pregnancy. Now that I am a wife and trying to get used to the fact that I have to feed my husband wash his cloth clean the house etc, and enjoying the lil one in me, time to bring her to earth has come. Now I am a mother, my body doesn't only belong to me , I can't sleep through the night, I can't without thinking of my lil one, I cant make a decision that will not be favourable to her. This was huge. I have to resume at work, while thinking of my husbands dinner and my lil ones child are, I also have to do my job, prove to my boss that i am still competent, achieve exceptional things and stand out.
At the close of work I run into my car drive through the Lagos mad traffic to get home on time to make food for my husband bath my lil one play and and dance with her, feed everyone, clean and mop am kitchen, shutdown all appliance and retire to bed. Remember I cant sleep like a log of wood because I have to feed the lil one when she is hungry at night. It is a always a crazy week and the weekend is not left out, I wake on Saturday shay my prayers, feed the washing machine, set am mob buckets to clean the floor while I clean the appliances and the windows, I clean the toilet and then hurry to the kitchen to make food. I iron the dresses collapse into the bed to sleep a bit and the lil one is crying for food. I am up and about again. Now I want the girl I was not the woman again.
For some of us before we could understand the art of being a woman we were already wives, then mothers. Catching on to being this different people is complex and everyone catch on differently. This is my transition story...
As a young girl I always wanted to get married, my idea of marriage is/was definitely different in comparison to the regular. (marry a man I love have servants around that will do everything for me even cut my nails) I dreamt of having children but I wasn't too sure about it. While in my fantasy I met a friend and we were friends we continued in that path now we are married. So for me before I got a grip of my womanhood I was married and I wanted to have a child (it was the fashion of the family). I enjoyed every bit of that pregnancy. Now that I am a wife and trying to get used to the fact that I have to feed my husband wash his cloth clean the house etc, and enjoying the lil one in me, time to bring her to earth has come. Now I am a mother, my body doesn't only belong to me , I can't sleep through the night, I can't without thinking of my lil one, I cant make a decision that will not be favourable to her. This was huge. I have to resume at work, while thinking of my husbands dinner and my lil ones child are, I also have to do my job, prove to my boss that i am still competent, achieve exceptional things and stand out.
At the close of work I run into my car drive through the Lagos mad traffic to get home on time to make food for my husband bath my lil one play and and dance with her, feed everyone, clean and mop am kitchen, shutdown all appliance and retire to bed. Remember I cant sleep like a log of wood because I have to feed the lil one when she is hungry at night. It is a always a crazy week and the weekend is not left out, I wake on Saturday shay my prayers, feed the washing machine, set am mob buckets to clean the floor while I clean the appliances and the windows, I clean the toilet and then hurry to the kitchen to make food. I iron the dresses collapse into the bed to sleep a bit and the lil one is crying for food. I am up and about again. Now I want the girl I was not the woman again.
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