Letters to my future wife- part 1

My dear, how are you doing? I am sure by the grace of Obaade3 you are basking in the calm waters of good health. I know you are surprised to be hearing from me but believe me, so am i. Imagine my surprise when Onyankopon the great one, told me the name of my future wife but refused to show me her face, nationality or even complexion. I know several young men use this line to deceive unsuspecting young women and trick them into union with them, but me on the other hand have not seen you in a vision or a dream and do not require any number of bottles of anointing oil, porridge or holy well water.

 I thought I at least knew your nationality when Oboade3 told me your name but after discovering some other African countries who call their daughters by this name, I am no longer so sure.  However, since this is my first letter to you, i know you would want to know a little about your future husband. My dear, I am a young man working in the private health sector of Ghana. My salary is not big but I manage. I am telling you this because most people assume that health professionals make a lot of money but that is not so, my dear. Many young women walk with this assumption and end up disappointed and feeling betrayed.

 I know since Onyankopon himself chose you for me, you are immune to those misconceptions. This does not mean I don’t expect you to expect me to take care of you. After all it is the responsibility of a man to take care of his family. I however also expect you to know that, marriage is a partnership of mutual responsibilities to each other and therefore as husband and wife, we will be helping each other to grow and mature.  I am not a rich person yet, but, I am hardworking and teachable. I have clear goals and well written plans to execute them. I have passion and do not have any regard for failure. I have dreams and they are lofty ones, but I am also grounded because I know how easily one can lose touch with reality. 

  There I go rambling again. I’m sorry if I sound so excited but bear with me. My dear, in these days where young women are not willing to believe in a young one who has got only his dreams and passion but prefer already made rich men, I hope you will not be one of them. Mind you, I am not saying that, every young woman should hook up with just any struggling young man, but all I ask is a fair chance for the young men to prove that they can become successful with the right support and encouragement from their partners. Young women should be reasonable in their expectations. I say this with the fullest of respect to you and your sisters. Expecting a young graduate to buy you phones, electronic gadgets, Brazilian hair and make-up and all the other frivolities of modern day Ghana is like trying to squeeze water out of a dry rock. I know you are not like that.

 Finally, I hope you are not perfect. Frankly speaking I don’t like you to be perfect. Before you get annoyed and tear up this letter, listen to me. You see, i have rough edges and uneven sides. I want you to be you, just like you are, so that rubbing on each other, we can smoothen together. If you were already perfect and smooth all over, my rough edges will rub on you and hurt you. So do not wish to be perfect either. 

My dear, I have never wished to find Mrs. Right. All I have concentrated on, is to be Mr. Right, because it is only on being the right person that you can recognize who your right partner is. So I know that, the better a person I become, the better I can identify who my better half will be. Please my dear, let this principle also guide you and work on becoming a Mrs. Right after all, every progressive and productive change starts from within.

My dear, take care and be safe. Looking forward to hearing from you too.

Your husband to be

Paa Kofi.