Dear Future Husband

I've always wanted to just sit and write a letter to my future husband (aka BankyW..lol...JK) so thats what ima do this night. Future husby i really hope you are reading this by some odd chance so we can always sit back in the next 20 years and laugh about it.

P.s. This is very vital privileged information though and it is all inspired by the love i have for you. Hehehe. Legooo

1. You must be tall o! As in very tall so you could always lift me and my legs will really be dangling in the air. Infact ehn, i want my head to be reaching just your upperarm not shoulder. So if you are short now you can like to start body stretching exercises. Or simply just go on an exclusive beans diet. :D Remember its because i love you o!

2. You know you are a very lucky man seeing as i'm a 'one-naira' chic. Yes o! I said one naira. But err husby, you know you love me na so don't let me remain a one-naira chic forever. Feel free to add as many zeros to the one..you know..;)

3. I like cooking very much (or rather experimenting) so please sweetheart get ready. No more regular rice and beans and bread. I'm talking beef stronganoff, balsamic rice, fillet mignons...you will enjoy o! But if i get it wrong the first time i cook it, just smile and force yourself to finish it. Or 'codedly' pour it under the table.

4. Husby, if you think i'll ever hire an 'Ekaette' better come back from jonzing world now now. We'll have maybe an 'Abeni' 'Mary-rose' or 'Blessing' if you are lucky gan. (No offence to anybody bearing any of those names)

5. And please Husby you know i'm a senseless romantic so you have to tell me i'm the most beautiful woman ever every single day, even when i'm pregnant, bloated and waddling about like a Duck, just because you love me..:D

6. You know we have to keep the romance in our marriage alive so every last Friday of every other month is our night. You must take me out to dinner and treat me like your little princess. And please we dont do fast-food only continental restaurants and the likes (I am still a one-naira chic o! I just like good things. I mean, who doesn't!)

7. Please husby, i'm begging now, you must be able to sing me out of my senses. No TerryG or Timaya business o! I need you to serenade me like Neyo, or Banky or Bez or John Legend or even 2face (at worst). And please if you have no writing skill endeavour not to form you own lyrics because i will laugh if you sing nonsense. You can always sing me a Lionel Richie classic.
*Big hint: Perform for me at our wedding, i promise to act surprised and even throw it a few tears. <3

Pause.

Husby hope it not too much already? Oya i'll soon finish.

8. This is a very vital part. So listen well! I want 8 kids. Yes! 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 kids! Please please please please please. So if you have no plans of being 'rich' oya please start changing your mind. The 8 is somehow negotiable sha..but please, you know you love me so 8. And i have no problem popping them out. :D

9. This is the last one hun. God first baby! Go and learn all you bible stories now so you can read them to our children at night. Remember it was David that killed Goliath o! And moses that parted the Red sea (better don't change the colour). Before you teach our children nonsense. Lol..

And that is it..okay there might be part 2 o. Hehehe.. Just have it at the back of your mind that i'm ready to love you with every single atom of my being hun. Ima be yours and yours only forever and ever. :* <3

xoxo

A Tale Of Mr. Wuggly And No Chocolates: Missing You...x!

As i sit here in my room, on my bed in this extremely cold weather with Mr. Wuggly and Papi (My teddies incase you are wondering), a picture begins to form in my mind.

I grab Mr. Wuggly and cuddle him trying hard not to see you. Then i remember how i used to call you my cute, yellow, extremely cuddly teddybear and i cant help the smile that comes to my lips.

In that fleeting bittersweet moment all sorts of emotions course through my being as well as thoughts and memories.

At this point, the picture in my mind is fully formed and definitely isnt going away. me. you. Lying with my head across your chest. Listening to your heart beat intently. Imagining that your heart beats for mine.

Oh how i miss those days. The good old days of young love. You face. Your arms. Your voice. Its so not the same over the phone. I hold back a deep-throated sob and cuddle Mr. Wuggle and Papi even tighter. Atleast they were there to provide the immediate warmth and solace i needed. 

I turn up the volume of the song i'm listening to and MI's lyrics immediately infiltrate my thoughts;

                                'Come closer baby

                                 I've got my eyes on you

                                 I like the things you do...'

*Insert deep sigh at this point* Lol.

Obviously the song is definitely not helping much. But i still listen to it about 50 more times. talk about some serious addiction. Hehe.

And the Darkpoet's Fimile remix comes on and i'm laughing at the lyrics and singing along. Now this was definitely helping! Before i knew it, i had let go of Mr. Wuggly and Papi and i was boogerying down and wiggling my little booty. *insert giggle here* Lol again.

And yes, that was how aanother bout of seriously-missing-you ended. One of the very many i've been in in the last 4 months.

And it spelt victory for me because i didnt shed a tear, i was becoming tougher and stronger. And without chocolate, ice-cream or food to help. (though i still needed Mr. Wuggly and Papi)..

                                                                

...xx...

Yet another tale  from one of cupid's victims :* 

Before the real love story..

One sunny afternoon..

After a very stressful and long lecture..PHS101 to be specific, i walked to see my friend at her own class. From there we were supposed to go have lunch together.

We had the usual 'what happened all morning' talk while walking to the food place and then..*insert drumroll here* i sighted a certain hot boy. You know the kind you and your friends just stop and stare discreetly at..yeah that kind of hot. Then the daydreaming began and lasted all through lunch..those fabulous eyes gazing into mine, having lunch and finishing eachother's sentences, watching movies together..i had really lost it!

Finally i woke up after getting pepper in the wrong place. Nothing like a bout of cough and watering eyes to bring me back to earth! Drat it! It still did not end there. I talked my friends ears off and then they started getting annoyed after my ranting all through lunch (P.S. I have the most fabulous friends in the world).

I did stop my day dreaming after lunch. I returned to the immense heat of the afternoon and another round of annoying classes and that did the trick. I forgot all about my hottie.

But little did i know that that wasn't the end of my story...it was just the beginning of my love story..

xxx