I don’t hate marriage. I just hate what happens when the wrong people join the wrong family. I’m not married, and it wasn’t until I passed the approved age bracket that I realized how I actually never cared that much about being the blushing bride with legions of close girlfriends dutifully populating my wedding party.
As a young girl growing up in Nigeria, weddings were a huge deal. I used to love opening the White envelopes…
