Going on 30 and still Boringly single (Sigh!)

1.       Get into the university at 16

2.        Graduate with a 2.1

3.        Be done with NYSC by 22

4.        get a great paying job immediately

5.        Get married at 25…

My to -do list is actually much longer than this; and I would love to go on and on, except that I’m stuck at number 4-not that I even got a great paying job  neither was it immediate.  Strike actions slowed me down on number 3 so I was done at 24 instead; number 4 didn’t happen until a year and 9 months later-long enough for an elephant to be delivered of a premature baby elephant or whatever premature baby elephants are called. Number 2 NEVER happened! (And no my lecturer didn’t hit on me! I just hated the course!)

And number 5?

Well, I turned 29 last year; and guess what? I’m as single as a lone polar bear on the North Pole. Last week my mother arranged a prayer meeting for me. The pastor prayed that the demons of late marriage should die! Die! Die!

I’m thinking they should have had the foresight to start praying when I was 23-that would have been notice enough for the demons wouldn’t it?

Anyway, I’m 29 and single and desperate. I try not to show my desperation though…which is why I signed up as a volunteer at The green hands horticulture society just incase he may be there; I also signed up at a Library, which is weird because I hate reading books but I’m keeping my options open…

I’ve recently started swimming classes at this very popular hotel in town because I may just meet someone under water; maybe I’d save him while he is drowning and we’d fall in love. I also joined a department in Church-I mean, there is nothing like a godly man…I have Chinese every Friday now because he may just be there and I registered for French classes once a week…I may just get myself a white guy…

I must confess I am overwhelmed by all these self imposed activities; add that to my job and what you have left is a stressed out extremely tired woman who must get hooked somehow…(who knows, stress might just make me fall sick and I end up at the hospital and my doctor falls in love with me…)

Still I am hopeful (I think I am. I believe I am; I should be); last week, two of my thirty year old friends got engaged.

That’s late some may say but I console myself with the fact that Jesus started his ministry at 30… (Leave out the fact that He died (humanly speaking that is) at 33; that’s beside the point here).

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Am I searching in the wrong places?