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Dear Wifey

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“I know you, but we've never met. I'm with you and I don't know your name. I know I'm dreaming, but it feels like more than that. It feels like a memory. How can that be?”
- Jack Harper (Tom Cruise), "Oblivion"
 Away from the political frolics of this country, and sometimes the harsh banalities of life, imma set up a palpable rhythm and tonation of this article. An incendiary topic just hit my mind and so I must hurry to put the hush away and capture it on paper.
Today I am in the mood to tie the knot. Of course with my imaginations.  I’m deliberately reconciling the buffets of yesterdays and seamlessly craft something worthwhile. If you are the one, you definitely will connect with me.

Dear future wifey
Wifey. That’s the warmest abode I’ll consign you to once we walk the aisle. You probably are seated somewhere, wondering what I’m up to this time round. Maybe, you might have heard about me from your familiar quarters. Or, I’m just a concept; the fallacy of your worlds. I rarely use intuition but my umpteenth sense tells me you could be an avid reader. Just like me.   But if I got it all wrong, then I just might tarnish your life with literary discourse when we reach matrimony. 

I expect that you should be getting over your teenage fantasies at the moment.  And those melodramas that soothe the soul.  Until I read, Erick Voegelin’s  ‘Politics of Melodrama’, I used to admire the ‘reality  of life’ contrived by the savvy actors. In so far, I am convinced, time has been lame and bent, constantly deceiving the human eye.  Empirical research has since debunked melodramas as light years away from reality. In essence, it only exists in the world we wish for.

Perhaps you should note this few imperfections about me and come with your own suppositions.  Carefree and lustre. These words define me. This solemn confession might surprise you. Precisely, that is the person; I have grown into since the day I was wrapped in my mama’s arms.  It will annoy you, probably, but as futures are carefully together by the good lord, I exude confidence you will incisively vary your style. We could be a befitting match and the eventual envy of many. Should you choose to ride on the premise that I will change, it’s still justifiable. While change is inevitable, as has been said by the connoisseurs of this world, it plausible to note I too cannot afford to remain redundant to the tunes of holy matrimony.

My expectations for you aren’t as high, but pretty succinct. While matrimony is still a couple of years for us, I am optimistic you are not ingesting all sorts of social squalor at the moment.  Not that I am a moral colossus myself, but it is imperative you keep your dignity with you all the time.

Once we receive blessings from all quarters to further our common goal of matrimony, I shall remain true to you, to family, to country and to my favorite football team, Chelsea. You will get to decide virtually everything that concerns culinary and hygiene within our household.  Beyond that I expect diplomacy to set precedence in achieving institutional goals. In addition, you will have to accept all my flaws and be the woman God created for man. Rest assured that I am working hard and will be doing so into the posterity to be the man enunciated in the holy books.

I will strive to erase all the indelible scars you might have suffered. I am told that is the essence of companionship. Have you something to let off your chest? Without a doubt, I’ll be giving you my ears and acumen. Have you a sagacious plan you have for us? Toss it my way.  I am sure with an air of determination, we’ll roll it.

Receive this note as a symbol of my admiration for you. One day we just might end up waking from the same roof, for always. You might be skeptical about it, but it is not as frivolous as the excessive chiding you are used to. I hope you will lie in wait for that day, imma take you to mama.
For now I am holding the fort. Note that it isn’t an obligation, albeit, I expect you to be a highly conscientious soul. Love and matrimony are emotive issues we cannot afford to overlook. I hope you will find this a good read.

Cheers,
Your future husband
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