I had to cajole myself to write; please bear with my rants.
Yesterday I pondered on how my life would have been if I lived ‘abroad’. Seeing videos and pictures of some of my peers in the UK or US sometimes sparks a hint of pain in my heart.
Why wasn’t I birthed in one of those countries, why didn’t I grow up in Washington DC or London?
To be honest, I had a chance to relocate to the U.S but I turned it down. I was young and very naïve; neither was I ready for that kind of change. I have always had high hopes for my country, Nigeria. Call me silly but I always pictured this country to be much better than where we are now. Has this dream of mine been dashed? No. I am still holding on to a small fraction of hope that still lives within.
Living in Lagos is hard.
The light / water / traffic situation can be depressing.
Getting home after a long day at the office is #bliss until the lights go off (that is if you even meet it).
Nowadays I find myself talking to myself, pacifying the inner me that someday very soon, things will be different. My mind tends to tell itself that I have to be a #billionaire to withstand ‘the trials of Lagos’.
The one thing I’d like to point out in this post, is that a marriage that can withstand Lagos trials is a marriage indeed.
Just think for a moment… How can you be romantic while sweating profusely? How can your mind be at rest if you keep meditating on the Word, praying for light and/or water? How do you bond when after-work dates are limited as you rush off to beat the traffic?
I can just imagine if I did not have to consider factors like these…
I admit nowhere is perfect; but I can just imagine the thrills of a cold snowy day with the hubs, relying on each other for warmth; constant (24/7) power supply, zero traffic, dinner dates, warm baths, cozy evenings and lots more. I may as well have been on baby number three by now!
How then do we Lagos dwellers manage to spice up our marriages / relationships?