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Lilian Onuorah, Obosi (2025)

07/07/2025

PRISCILLA'S STORY Continues...💍
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CHAPTER SEVEN: THE PROPOSAL

Femi and Priscilla still remained good friends but this isn't what Priscilla would regard as serious. He was just a jovial person to hangout with.

One Thursday evening after work, Femi asked her out to dinner at a restaurant. She thought this was their usual friendly outing. She needed a place to ease off the stress from the long day at work.

It was around 6pm 🕕 when she got to their rendezvous. Femi was already sitting at a table waiting for her to arrive. He signalled his presence as he waved his hand in the air.

Priscilla walked up to the table to join him.
"When did you arrive?" She asked as she noticed how nicely the table was decorated.

"Just a while ago" he answered smiling.
Femi signalled the waiter to bring the menu.
When the waiter arrived, Femi ordered a meal for both of them.

This wasn't the first time he would order a menu without asking if that was what she wanted.
She wanted to call back the waiter and order for something else but felt it would be rude. She could pay for her own meal though but decided to let it slide. Instead she would calmly let him know she wasn't happy about it later.
"He could be on a budget, trying to cut costs", she thought. 💭 🤔

While they were eating and chatting, she suddenly noticed the soft music that just began to play in the background.

Nice music. Is there a special event about to commence this evening at the restaurant she thought to herself. She looked towards the direction of the music and saw a young man playing a violin while walking towards their table. It was awkward because he was dressed like one of the waiters and certainly not on a stage. Anyway, this was just her first time here and she thought this was a norm.

Just then Femi nudged her to drink her red wine which was in a half filled flute.🍷He raised his glass to her's making a toast to friendship.

Priscilla took a sip from her drink. Just as she tilted the glass to drink, she noticed that there was an object which moved to the side of the glass. She took a spoon from the table to pull out the object.

It was a ring. It didn't look expensive. Just a simple ring 💍
It entire scene now made sense. Femi was going to propose to her.

At this moment, the man playing the violin was now standing by their table.

Just then Femi knelt down on one knee.
"I know you may not like this kind of ring but I I'll get you a better one for our wedding".

"Femi stand up, what are you doing". She whispered to him. "Can we talk about this privately?"

“Priscilla, I know it's quite soon, but I have thought about this. I believe you will make a good wife. Will you marry me?”

Her heart raced. Part of her wanted to say yes—but something held her back. Yes they were good friends but this was unexpected. Why in public. They could have discussed this privately. He was just an old time friend to her. She really didn't see his way and so didn't see this coming.

“I… I need time.”
His smile faltered. “Of course.”

The waiter was still playing the violin.
Femi waved at him to leave.
He got up and hit the table hard just as he sat on his chair feeling very embarrassed.

Pricilla had never seen him so angry.

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At home, her mother exploded after she narrated what had happened that evening. “Time? What time? At your age? I was already getting used to the fact that you will soon be married. You are so unpredictable! Isn't this what you've always wanted!”

"I know I haven't been supportive but your happiness is my priority".

But Priscilla wasn’t sure anymore. After that evening, Femi had become distant. When she mentions her work while chatting with him on the phone, he would criticise her work hours and her new business ideas.

Then came the confession—he expected her to quit her job if they eventually got married.

“I want peace in my home,” he said. “Not a wife who’s always working.”

Priscilla froze at that statement. She knew for sure that Femi wasn't the kind of man she intends to spend the rest of her life with.

“I won’t shrink to fit someone’s mould.”

It was at that moment, she chose herself..

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Chapter Six:

The Warning Signs

Things with Femi blossomed but not everyone was pleased.

Priscilla’s mother wasn’t impressed. “Him no even get house for Lekki...A man who is still living in a rented apartment. Is he serious? My daughter, as your mother I know that Femi cannot give you the life you deserve. He is not your type. How do I introduce him to my rich friends".

Her mother went on to rant. " I noticed he doesn't have a car yet. Is that how you will be jumping from one bus to another when you get married?"
" But Mama how did you know? I never told you that." Priscilla said looking surprised.

"My daughter, I want the best for you. You may not understand now but when you get to my age it will all make sense to you "

"But mama" Pricilla said, "You haven't answered my question. How did you know that Femi doesn't own a car?"

"The other day, you told me you were going to meet him. A gentleman would have come to your home to pick you up and make sure you return home safely. Besides you once mentioned that you couldn't get back home on time because you couldn't get a taxi on time due to bad weather."

She continued, "An African adage says that what an old man could see while sitting down, a child will not be able to see it even if he climbs a tree."

“Mummy, but he has plans and a promising future. He’s got a great job and he cares about me. Isn't that enough?”

Her mum hissed. “ 'Care' won’t feed you! He earns very little from what you described as his job. He may be hardworking but allow me to find someone better for you. Femi is still a start-up.”

The criticism deepened when Pricilla mentioned that Femi has invited her to a Tech conference in Abuja."It is partly work, partly leisure. It's a two-day event."

“Go where? With who? A man you’re not married to? This is exactly what I was pointing out.” her mother shouted. “What will people say? This is someone who does not have the courtesy of meeting your parents. If he truly means well he would have done the proper thing by now.”

But Mama, what do you really want. You and Dad have always been on my neck to get married soon. Now that I have met someone, you say he isn't the right one. I'm confused o."
"Hmm... children of nowadays." Her mother retorted.
Her father remained quiet. He only told her calmly, " Listen to your mother."

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Still, Priscilla went ahead to have an an amazing time. The conference was inspiring. She met mentors, exchanged cards and received freelance offers.

But the trip sparked tension at home. Her mother labelled her “stubborn.” A neighbour whispered, “Is she still single? But she travels around with men?”

But doubt crept in. Could she really chase her dreams and keep peace at home?

Or was it time to choose?

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06/07/2025

Did You Know? 💡

Today, Google is celebrating Silverstone, a famous race track in the United Kingdom. It uses its Doodle (a visual representation of the race track) to celebrates Silverstone Circuit; marking its place as a legendary motorsports venue in the UK. It also celebrates the British Grand Prix which is being held at Silverstone today, July 6, 2025

The design highlights the iconic F1 race happening today, July 6, 2025 and commemorates the 75th anniversary since the very first Formula 1 Grand Prix was held there in 1950.

The circuit began life as an RAF airfield during WWII and hosted that first F1 race in 1950. 2025 marks 75 years since that inaugural event.

01/07/2025

Happy New Month everyone 💗

21/06/2025

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Chapter Five:

A Gentle Spark

One Friday evening, after a long client meeting, Priscilla stepped into a quiet café on the Island for a late smoothie. She needed to unwind. As she waited for her order, a familiar voice called out, “Priscilla?”

She turned. It was Femi, her classmate from university. It's been four years now since they graduated. Femi looked more mature. He was tall and well built. He was putting on a pair of jeans and a blue shirt with a pair of sunglasses.

Excitedly, they exchanged pleasantries. Femi explained that he’d started his own IT agency and was consulting for a Tech firm. They both talked about their jobs and how their life has been going after which they exchanged contacts and parted warmly.

Over the next few weeks, chats turned into long phone calls. Talking to Femi was refreshing. He listened, laughed and respected her ambitions.

He wasn’t rushing her. He was present.

One Sunday, after service, he called her on the phone to asked her out. She gladly agreed and they spent the day at the Bar Beach. During their conversations, Femi asked her, “Do you ever feel like everyone wants you to marry, but no one asks if you’re happy?”

She exhaled, eyes misty. “All the time.”
Femi could relate because he was the only son and child. He gets the same question from his mother who would always remind him of how much she wants to have a grand child.

They sat in silence, sipping Zobo and watching children chase kites along the beach. 🏖️

Femi was different. He was a good friend but she wasn’t sure where this friendship would lead them to, but for once, she didn’t feel like she was being pressured to commit to a relationship.

Maybe love didn’t have to be forced.

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17/06/2025

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Chapter Four: The Suitor Series

Over the next few weeks, the parade of suitors began. Her mother was suddenly a matchmaker, introducing “responsible” men like vendors hawking wares.

One was a pastor’s son, quiet but arrogant. Another was a businessman who believed women should be “seen, not heard.” One even asked her if she could quit her job after marriage.

Each time, her mother sighed, “You’re too picky.”

Priscilla started feeling like a product being advertised, not a person.

At work, she threw herself into a major branding pitch for a luxury skincare client. Her boss noticed her efforts. So one afternoon, her boss summoned her into his office. Usually when her boss asks for a meeting in his office, it's bad news. It could be a verbal warning or dismissal. Sometimes it is for a promotion. Priscilla had mixed feelings. She was uncertain about the outcome of the meeting. Nervously she walked into the office. Inside the office, her boss offered her a seat and said “You’ve got real talent, Priscilla. Ever thought of leading a project?” He went ahead to give her the details.

She couldn't believe her ears. This was a dream come true. She nodded in excitement. “That’s the dream!” she thought silently. This is a promotion she had always wanted but didn't believe would come so soon.

That evening she went home feeling very excited and totally forgot the marriage/matchmaking episodes from her mother. She broke the news about her promotion to her mother. But when she told her, the response came quick and cold: “Dreams won’t keep you warm at night. Husband is the real promotion!”

Priscilla wanted to scream. She couldn't believe her mother could be so insensitive.

She wasn’t against love, but why must it come with pressure, timelines and ultimatums?

That evening she called her friend Amarachi and as always, she offered comfort which she desperately needed. “Don’t settle just because your parents are impatient. Marriage is not an escape route. If you rush in, you fit cry alone.”

Those words stayed with her.

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Chapter Three:

Dinner and the Stranger

That evening, Priscilla returned home to the usual aroma of stew and expectations. She recalls how dinner always ends with usual taunting from her mother. Her mother’s voice rang out from the kitchen, “Priscilla, help me set the table, we have guest o!”

Guest?

She stepped into the parlour and found a well-dressed man smiling politely.
“Ah, Priscilla! Meet Uncle Ekene’s son, Nedu,” her mother beamed. “He just returned from the UK. Very responsible boy. Banker.”

Priscilla blinked.

Nedu stood and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.”, he greeted with a little smile.

She forced a smile. “You too.”

Dinner passed in a blur. Her mother kept dropping hints like hot akara; “Some girls don’t know when husband dey front them.” Her mother said scournfully while her father nodded between spoonfuls of soup.

Nedu asked all the usual questions like work, church, hobbies. He was polite, even charming. But Priscilla felt nothing. No spark, no excitement, just a familiar pressure pressing down on her chest. She hated the whole scene.

Later that night, her mother cornered her in the kitchen.
“Don’t be too choosy. Nedu is serious. You’re not a small girl you know. I can't wait to tell all my friends that my daughter will be getting married very soon”. Her mother grinned.

Priscilla bit her tongue. Once again, her dreams came second.

But this time, she wasn’t ready to fold.

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16/06/2025

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Chapter Three:

Dinner and the Stranger

That evening, Priscilla returned home to the usual aroma of stew and expectations. She recalls how dinner always ends with usual taunting from her mother. Her mother’s voice rang out from the kitchen, “Priscilla, help me set the table, we have guest o!”

Guest?

She stepped into the parlour and found a well-dressed man smiling politely.
“Ah, Priscilla! Meet Uncle Ekene’s son, Nedu,” her mother beamed. “He just returned from the UK. Very responsible boy. Banker.”

Priscilla blinked.

Nedu stood and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.”, he greeted with a little smile.

She forced a smile. “You too.”

Dinner passed in a blur. Her mother kept dropping hints like hot akara; “Some girls don’t know when husband dey front them.” Her mother said scournfully while her father nodded between spoonfuls of soup.

Nedu asked all the usual questions like work, church, hobbies. He was polite, even charming. But Priscilla felt nothing. No spark, no excitement, just a familiar pressure pressing down on her chest. She hated the whole scene.

Later that night, her mother cornered her in the kitchen.
“Don’t be too choosy. Nedu is serious. You’re not a small girl you know. I can't wait to tell all my friends that my daughter will be getting married very soon”. Her mother grinned.

Priscilla bit her tongue. Once again, her dreams came second.

But this time, she wasn’t ready to fold.

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15/06/2025

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
to all wonderful fathers out there.

14/06/2025

Why are women like this?🤣

11/06/2025

PRISCILLA'S STORY

Chapter Two:

During lunch break at the office the next day, Priscilla sat by the office window with her colleague Amarachi, who is also her gist partner picking at their lunch. The hum of Lagos traffic drifted in from outside.

“Amara, I’m tired,” Priscilla sighed, dropping her spoon. she said, rubbing her temple. “Every evening na the same matter. ‘Priscilla, when will you marry?’ ‘When will you settle down?’, "Your kids don born two already’....Even my dad don join the chorus now.” Honestly, it's draining.

Amarachi chuckled. “Na so our people be. As if husband dey for supermarket.”

“Exactly!” Priscilla groaned. “I get job, I dey help for house, I no dey give them wahala. But once I open door, na marriage matter straight. No ‘how was your day’—just ‘when will you bring man home?’

“My sister,” Amarachi said, shaking her head, “Na typical Naija home. Once you pass 25, everybody dey act like you carry a curse if you no get ring.”

Priscilla laughed for the first time that day. “Sometimes I just want to pack out, but then they’ll say I’m being rebellious.”

Amarachi leaned in. “Live your life, babe. If na marriage, e go come.”

Priscilla felt seen. For the first time in a while, someone truly understood her storm. She smiled, her heart a little lighter.

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