Before last year, I had never been to a Nigerian wedding and last year I attended four celebrations, three involving Nigerian women that I knew and one was the son of a Naija woman I knew. Here are some things I learned about Nigerian weddings (Yoruba in particular): The chances of a Nigerian who has been living in North America for many years marrying a fellow Nigerian are slim Granted, my sample size is very small but of the four couples that got married, only one bride and groom were both Nigerian. The male Nigerian married a girl who was half Lebanese, and the two other girls married men from South America and the Caribbean. I can understand why this is the case: although our city has a number of Nigerians, the density is not so high that your chances of meeting a fellow Nigerian exceed your chance of meeting … Continue reading
Ok, this guy was an Ibo man and we met because of blogging. He was new to my city and I guess he was googling something about Nigerian parties and my blog (not this one) popped up. He left a comment, we moved to exchanging emails, talking on the phone and eventually we met. Then he dropped the bomb: he had a girlfriend. I was so crushed because this guy was pretty damn perfect in my eyes: he was taller than I, he was quite North Americanized, he was smart (huge turn on to me). He was actually too smart and in retrospect I bet he thought I was the dumbest girl around. Our relationship never moved past friendship, although many times I prayed that he would get rid of his girlfriend and realize the treasure he hung out with occasionally. He was a sweet guy and my first massage … Continue reading
When you’ve been single for as long as I have, it’s easy to give up, to stop believing that God has the right person waiting for you. Someone who will complete you in a way that can’t even be put into words. (And no, the implication is not that you were not a full person before him, but rather that having that special person in your life will will greatly enhance your life). So I start thinking that maybe my standards are too high, maybe what I want isn’t important in the grand scheme of things. I wonder about the few guys I could have dated and I wonder, did I let a good one go? Maybe, but I doubt it. When I’m feeling hopeless and full of despair, and wondering if it’ll ever happen for me, I watch this slideshow (offline, sadly!) of the engagement of the Atlanta photographer, … Continue reading
The last two movies I’ve seen have starred this delicious man and I have to confess that I have a serious crush: His name is James Marsden and I just saw him in 27 Dresses.
Here’s a great article on what immigrant parents go through. That is exactly what my parents deal with all the time. A friend of mine has a plan to be able to support her parents in a few years’ time and I had already been thinking of how I can accomplish the same thing myself. I just need an idea and a willingness to work toward it.
I wasn’t lying when I said you’d hear about the Naija men I’ve almost or never dated. We’ll make this the Friday feature (don’t worry, I don’t know that many guys so this will be over before long). I’ll go through the Nigerian men I’ve almost dated in reverse order, starting with the most recent. Last year, I met a guy on that horrible dating site I already mentioned. It wasn’t love at first sight: I could tell he was a decent guyâ€”Christian, hardworking, educatedâ€”but in a couple of areas I could tell we were not going to be anything more than friends. He couldn’t really carry a conversation and we just had nothing in common. I am sort of playful and joking and he just didn’t really jive with me in that respect. And he insisted that our first meeting be at a McDonalds! I forgive him for that … Continue reading