Dear Daughters

Dearest Omolabake, Omolewa mi,

My lovely momma girls,

I believe this letter meets you well.

Strange that I have decided to write an open letter to you.

Yes, because you are the mini-me. And I want to pen down some advice here. Deeply think, smell and act before you say I Do.

Any partner you have noticed talk down on their parents, don’t have a likely source of income or do not have good mention from neighbours, friends, maids or security guards, dakun sare, k’ese ma Kan ipako e (please flee without your slippers).

Any relationship where the partner is insecure or giving traits of inferiority complex, kindly be done with such. Why? Remember, Sister Osinachi Nwachukwu and other women globally who have been maimed or lost their lives through domestic violence.

My dear, a handsome face without a beautiful heart or character is equal to a monster. When you love, open your eyes wide because love is not blind. Love has sense.

And in case you were so blindly in love that you didn’t take note of all the tell-tale signs (it is always difficult to advise a woman in love). You start experiencing domestic torture and violence, please, in the name of God, don’t think of what the church, neighbours or anyone will say.

Remember, it is you first.

Japa (Leave) to live.

Any man who slaps, talks down and would not support the positive growth of his partner is a No-No. The signs are always there, no matter how he acts like an Angel.

The church or anyone can’t judge or define you because even in the church, there is a big hippocracy.

Do you know that most ‘Mummy GO’ will present the perfect happy picture even on social media while suffering in silence?  Yes, everyone cannot have a happy ending, but we pray we all do.

Don’t ever care about what anyone says but be concerned about your safety and relationship with God. People would always talk, and by the next two months, they would pick another topic.

Dear daughters, my priority is you and you alone. Omo mi my baby girl, when a boy throws tantrums, slaps, shouts, or beats his Mummy or anyone at that age as a toddler, and such parents glide over them as if nothing happens; then monsters are created.

He would see everything and everybody as his right to toss around violently.

Dear Arike, Asake never marry a man out of pity. Even if his parents are angels on earth and he is worst than a demon, kindly flee because you will have to live with him 24/7,If you are stuck.

You know that your daddy never violated or battered me, and I won’t want you, girls, to fall into the lamentation of Messrs. Trap and Churchman.

Life is too short. I shall never weep over you. I would rather have you alive to bury me than vice-versa.

Be wise,

Love with wisdom,

Avoid torture,

Speak Out, won bi sorin m’eja(Google this).

Flee from domestic violence.

Your Loving Momma.

See you next week