So l had been seeing my boyfriend for almost a year.
Sweet and juicy love!
And so he said it was a good time for him to meet my parents.
Ehn?
And because I have crazy Nigerian parents, we planned and plotted for almost 2 weeks so nothing would go wrong.
Its not easy like that oh!
I even prayed and fasted just in case.
One week dry fasting so even heaven knows that I’m serious.
The great day arrived and I was so nervous and stressed.
What am I doing for goodness sake?
Unfortunately (or fortunately), after all my planning my parents were stuck in traffic.
So I have to do another prayer again?
So after waiting for 3 hours, my boyfriend and I gave up on waiting.
Abeg we cannot come and die oh!
I escorted him to the car and kissed him goodbye (a bit too passionately but that is young sweet love).
Sweetest love!
Lo and behold, I turned around and saw my parents standing in front of the gate, looking at the both of us.
HAYYYY!
My mother was like:
Shame on you!
My father was like:
“This girl has spoilt oh!”
My boyfriend was like:
He could not even talk. Mumu!
I was like:
Why always me oh? Why always me?
That’s how I started stammering and trying to introduce this man that was licking my mouth and holding my waist.
“P-P-Please allow me explain”
Before I could even explain properly my mother was like:
Ah! Yes ma! Sorry ma!
My father was like:
Ewo!
My father even chased him away.
It was so embarrassing!
It took me a while to explain and explain that they “caught us at a bad time” and he’s a really great person.
Please you people come and see my life outside oh.
And they even finally agreed to meet him properly.
Ayyyyy finally!
BUT they still refer to him as “that one that was biting your mouth outside our gate abi?”
Can you imagine?
