There is a dream I carry—a dream so vivid, so alive, that it feels like it was whispered into my soul before I ever learned to speak. It is the kind of dream that transcends time, place, and circumstance. A dream of love, culture, and purpose. A dream of us.
In this vision, I see myself with a man who is more than a partner—he is my mirror, my strength, and my peace. He is Nigerian, and though I do not yet know his name, his face, or his story, I feel his presence in my heart. It’s as if my life has been leading me to him, preparing me for the moment when our paths will cross.
It began, perhaps, with the music. Those old Nigerian songs from the 2010s, with their rhythms that seemed to carry the pulse of life itself. I’d close my eyes and imagine the stories behind the melodies—the love, the joy, the struggles, the triumphs. Somewhere in those beats, I found my own story, a story yet to be written but already alive within me.
The Wedding: A Symphony of Love
Our wedding will not be just a union of two souls, but a celebration of two worlds. Nigerian and Congolese cultures will meet like rivers converging into one powerful current. The colors will be vibrant—deep golds, rich reds, luminous whites—woven into fabrics that tell stories of heritage and pride.
The air will be filled with the aroma of jollof rice and saka-saka, suya and moambe chicken, alongside the comforting warmth of fumbwa, pondu, and makayabu—a feast that speaks to the heart and nourishes the soul. Guests from every corner of the world, every culture, will gather to witness not just a marriage but a harmony of traditions. The music will weave through the celebration like a heartbeat, blending the sounds of our ancestors with the promise of our future.
In that moment, as we exchange vows, I’ll look into his eyes and see everything: the past, the present, and the future. A lifetime of love, of building, of growing.
Our Children: Carriers of Legacy
I dream of a home filled with laughter, light, and love. Six children, each one a testament to the life we’ve built together.
Our firstborn, a girl, will carry the wisdom of a thousand generations, her heart strong and her spirit kind. Our twin boys will bring mischief and wonder, teaching us to see the world through fresh, curious eyes. Our fourth child, another girl, will dance through life with grace and creativity, her soul as radiant as the sun. And then, the twins—a boy and a girl—each a perfect balance of strength and tenderness, reflecting the unity of their parents.
Together, we’ll teach them to embrace the beauty of diversity, to see the world not in fragments but as a tapestry of cultures, beliefs, and experiences. They’ll learn to be kind but firm, to give but never be taken for granted, to dream but never lose sight of reality.
Building a Life That Matters
Our love will not be confined to the walls of our home. It will extend into the world, touching lives and inspiring others. Together, we’ll build businesses that uplift, not just ourselves, but our community. We’ll be entrepreneurs of hope, creating opportunities where there were none, planting seeds of faith where doubt once lingered.
I’ll pursue my dreams—singing, fashion, business, politics—and he will walk alongside me, as I will walk alongside him in his own journey. Our lives will be a testament to what is possible when love and purpose are intertwined.
And through it all, our faith will anchor us. Our love for God will guide us, reminding us to remain humble, grateful, and steadfast.
A Universal Love
This dream is not just about me or him or even us. It’s about the human spirit—the belief that love can bridge gaps, that culture can unite rather than divide, that our differences are what make us whole. It’s about building a legacy that transcends time, a legacy that says, We were here. We loved. We lived. We gave.
This is my dream. A dream of a love that speaks to the heart, the mind, and the soul. A love that anyone, from any culture or background, can feel and understand. Because at the core of it, we are all searching for the same thing: connection, purpose, and a place to belong.
And though I don’t yet know his name, I know this: He is out there, waiting, just as I am waiting. And one day, when the time is right, we will find each other.
Until then, I will hold this dream close, letting it guide me, inspire me, and remind me of the infinite possibilities that life holds.
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