I OWE IT TO HER.

I OWE IT TO HER

One of the advantages of being single is you are a person of your own. You decide when to sleep (no obligatory night calls), you decide if and when you need to recharge your phone (no obligatory calls), you decide if you wanna sleep in on February 14, or you don’t even remember the day. All these and many more pleasures I enjoy in my life right now but then I realised something, I really cannot do anything I want. There is a girl out there that I’m going to get married to someday and I owe it to her to live my life right, right now.

I owe it to her to love God and get better acquainted with him. If I’m going to be the priest over my house, if I’m going to be her teacher, then I owe it to her to get in the word. It will be a huge disappointment if I cannot answer her questions about God, faith and the word. I owe it to her to be a pastor even now when I don’t have a congregation. I owe it to her.

I owe it to her to develop my character and my personality. Forget romance, can she be friends with me? Am I the kind of guy she would leave with her Dad for a whole day and not wonder if I was screwing things up? She’s going to entrust her life to me, I owe it to her to be the best person I can be. I am going to be the father of her kids someday, will she be able to trust me to raise them as godly children and solid, productive citizens of the nation? I have to be that man she can put her confidence in. I owe it to her.

I owe it to her to build my financial empire. A queen does not live in a dump, and that is exactly what she is –a queen. I owe it to her to learn all the laws of money and finance and put them to practice. She must not have to work day and night because I am not able to meet our needs, she must not. And when I eventually get her that Mercedes, it must not drain my account. I owe it to her.

I owe it to her to learn to help my Mom in the kitchen even though I have three sisters. She must not feel like a house help or a slave in her home, this means I must start to practice helping women out in the house. I must learn to wash my plates instead of just dumping them in the kitchen and I must learn to wash my own toilet instead of begging my sisters to help me with it. She is supposed to be my ‘help-meet’ but I must learn to be her greatest helper. I owe it to her.

I owe it to her to have a great body and good health. It might mean doing more of those sit-ups and push-ups or even spending money at a gym but I need to get myself into a great shape. If I’m going to have pot-belly when I’m fifty, she should be able to look at it and say “That was my creation”. I must learn to groom myself right, have the right amount of hair on my face, wear just the right amount of orange (which mostly would be none). She must be proud to show me to her friends. I owe it to her.

All these I have to do, not for myself but for her because at the end of the day she’s going to be one with me and all these I would have done for myself.

                                                                                                                                                Lord Josh.