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You Are not Available, you are Just 30

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You are 30

You feel the aderaline running and rushing through your veins each time your mummy calls

You can guess where the conversation is going

You need to stop taking mummy calls if she's gonna put you in a state of depression

I know it is our culture to be dummy's to our parents and allow them run over us like Dangote trailer on a roof top

We are incapable of owning our peace of mind as long as family is involved

Abuse is fashionable in the African culture

We don't call it abuse

We don't know it as abuse

We know it as home training and discipline

So when mummy calls for the usual "I want to carry my grandchildren" rants

Avoid her calls

Unless she's in the hospital

Avoid her calls until you are ready to take a man home

If you must take a man home

Or you are ready to tell her to get the fuck off your case or be a surrogate mum and carry her own grand children

Don't allow Facebook documented engagement and premarital pictures shock you

There's no power in it

It's like PHCN

All noise, no real substance

Don't settle for the lesser evil if they are all evil

Don't consider Okoro because you are now 30

Don't consider Akpan because you are close to menopause

Don't consider Ahmed because you are the only one in your group of friends, yet to be married

Don't consider Akin, because your father is beginning to call you his second wife

Don't consider John because he is the only one asking

You are not available

You are just 30

If you are 30 or above and you still have doubts about all the men in your life

Listen to it

It's not paranoia

It's reason

It doesn't matter how old you are

Up your standards

Elevate

And start over

Listen, 30 is not equivalent to availability

You can be 30 and still be unavailable

Don't allow life rush you

Don't be in a hurry to leave the market

Take your time, price

The market is always open until you are done shopping

The market is always open until you are ready to leave the market.



© Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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