As with every Igbo ‘only son’ on the wrong side of twenty; my mother, her mother, her friends, her colleagues, her etc have been pounding my ears with their favourite lyric ; “Oo, marry , marry marry”. “Get a wife, wife, wife”
My mother being the lead singer has not let me have a moments’ rest since I came home for Christmas. Things took a religious dimension yesterday when my mother said the reading in yesterday’s mass said mothers have control over their sons, therefore I must obey her. As I did not attend mass, I doubted the veracity.
This morning my mum came to my room to perform her normal one track concert of “marry, marry marry”, she picked of a missal in my room, *randomly opened a page and there it was Ecclesiasticus – Chapter 3 verse 2
for the Lord honours the father above his children and upholds the rights of a mother over her sons.
I knew it was finished. She said as it was random, God was speaking to me.
How on earth would I defend myself over her insistence that I should get married when I am ready when god has given her the right over me. And she had decided the time is NOW!
As any good Samaritan, I wanted alert all my fellow bachelor men to ensure they hide that passage from their mothers in their best interest. So I Googled the passage to paste on Facebook , but mistakenly typed Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 instead of Ecclesiasticus Chapter 3.
What did I see in verse 1?
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
So even us wey no dey read bible, god know as im dey put passage for our hands. I have just been saved, for at least one more year.
Dear God, God bless you!
As you can guess I have released my own one line single titled: Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 Verse 1
*I doubt it was random