as Yoruba's , you would have heard, not one, not two, not three times that do not marry an Igbo person most especially if you are a female.
i have heard it. a countless number of times. i didn't take t serious nor take it to heart. But as i grew older, I started taking it seriously. I have met Igbo guys that i liked, we just fooled around , it was nothing serious because i was everly conscious of the no marrying of Igbo thingy.
2019 was the year i understood the reason why.
I am not a racist, i like everyone equally but..... there are some buts.
Most especially, Igbo peoples that grew up in their states of origin, now those ones are the most difficult.
Coming back to University of Ibadan for my MPil programne, i insisted that i nwanted to stay in the hostel, because my laboratory work will take a maximum of 4 months and i can always do the rest from home. Plus what if i get a job and i had to move, the hostel as the best bet.
I paid for a 2 man room and i was paired with this Igbo lady, who was married to an Edo man. the honest truth? i liked her, a lot. the little things we needed, i volunteered to go and get them, i always deferred t her opinion but i called her by her name Stella.
Things were okay for a while until the light issue cropped up, i suggested possible solutions, she refused, always citing one excuse or the other. She proffered that i get an eye mask. I refused, i am weaing glasses, i dont know the effects, i am injuring myself.
will post the rest of this story later
or not
i have heard it. a countless number of times. i didn't take t serious nor take it to heart. But as i grew older, I started taking it seriously. I have met Igbo guys that i liked, we just fooled around , it was nothing serious because i was everly conscious of the no marrying of Igbo thingy.
2019 was the year i understood the reason why.
I am not a racist, i like everyone equally but..... there are some buts.
Most especially, Igbo peoples that grew up in their states of origin, now those ones are the most difficult.
Coming back to University of Ibadan for my MPil programne, i insisted that i nwanted to stay in the hostel, because my laboratory work will take a maximum of 4 months and i can always do the rest from home. Plus what if i get a job and i had to move, the hostel as the best bet.
I paid for a 2 man room and i was paired with this Igbo lady, who was married to an Edo man. the honest truth? i liked her, a lot. the little things we needed, i volunteered to go and get them, i always deferred t her opinion but i called her by her name Stella.
Things were okay for a while until the light issue cropped up, i suggested possible solutions, she refused, always citing one excuse or the other. She proffered that i get an eye mask. I refused, i am weaing glasses, i dont know the effects, i am injuring myself.
will post the rest of this story later
or not
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