Dear Future Wife
The first letter of a man to his future Forever
Dear Future Wife,
It is me, your future sweetheart, your forever after. I like your name already. It sounds like Flavour on the microphone, and it gives me the feel of Brymo in Ọsọ. Whatever your name translates to, it means Love to me. And it means Music. And it means Writing. Do not become bored with me repeating your name, for I will make it my mantra. I will make it a love song.
I love you already. Do not doubt that. In the future, when we become, love will only get stronger and fervent. I do not know if you love me already or if you are with another lesson-to-be-learnt, but I know you are hoping to see me. And that you will be surprised by my love.
I cannot cook. No, I cook, but not difficult recipes. I am learning though. Will you be the kind and patient teacher? Or will you screen your face at my culinary failures? Sometimes I do not want to be in the kitchen. Maybe it happens when I am tired, or worried, or stressed. I hope you will be ready to broach this topic when we become friends. If you fail to, I will not. I think our relationship will also feed on physical food too.
You will find out that I like a well-prepared meal despite my inability to cook sumptuous dishes. I know you just rolled your eyes. Hahaha, you are wondering what type of man I am. My mum cooked delicious foods, so did my sisters, my aunties whom I lived with, and almost every woman around me. I feel like I was spoiled with good cooking. I know that you are just like these women, a fantastic chef. Because your cooking will be one thing that will attract me to you. And like them, you will teach me how to cook.
When we go to Paris, we will taste some French cuisine. Most importantly, we will visit Le Parc du Princes to watch Paris Saint-Germain play. Your man likes football, and he can be drawn into the beauty of the game, like iron filings to a big magnet. My interest in football is sustained by an appreciation of elegant play and by the passion of both fans and players. You will like football when I show you what you may not have seen. LOL.
I can go on and on about football, but I cannot do the same when it comes to gossip. Tittle-tattle is sweet, but no one fills up on sweets. I get tired of gossip. I cherish quality conversations filled with truth, laughter and knowledge. Forgive me in advance when I do not want to hear of your colleague who pressured her husband to get her a car like yours. Or when I get tired of hearing that Francis is not a good example to his children. I am tired in advance.
I may get tired of gossip, but I don’t get weary of complimenting people. The joy on the faces receiving my compliments sparks this flare in me. Presently, I cannot tell how you will take this. But tell me when you feel that I have complimented a lady enough. We will not want a handshake to exceed the elbow.
I do not drink much. But I drink beer. Don’t allow my flat stomach or my sober mood to con you. You will get to know my bottle count in the future; it is nothing to be scared of. Do you like the Beer Gang? Are you one of us? But I will not come close to you if you are a drunkard. I cannot deal. I am not one, and I do not like them. I guess their only worth is, to tell the truth in Nollywood movies, and probably, to see spirits.
Future Wife, for now, this is me. I am writing because I want you to have a feeling of forever. I hope forever is not scary. I will write to you again, thanks to my friend, Stanley Ezeogu.
