Dear Society,

What if I never get married?

What if man after man, I find dissatisfaction and distrust and all the men I desire do not see me, and the ones who do? I do not have feelings for them.

Should I just marry anyone or live depressed, just to satisfy your qualification for “A great life?”

What if I never give birth?

I know that months into my marriage, you’ll look out for my bulging stomach, count the months and talk about how I am yet to have a child when I upload my second marriage anniversary picture. Should I not laugh, go on trips and upload photos of great moments with my husband just because I do not satisfy your qualification of “A great life?”

What if I’m still not a millionaire two years after my National Youth service year?

I know you’re counting my age, wondering what exactly I’m doing with my life and measuring me by the achievements of my mates. Should I not wear great clothes, hair do and a slice of self-confidence, just because I do not satisfy your qualifications of “A great life?”

What If I write WAEC thrice?

What if my child doesn’t walk on her first birthday?

What if I repeat clothes?

Dear society?

Should I disappear from the face of the earth because I inherited fat-genes from my parents and no matter how little I eat, I grow fat?

What if my stomach doesn’t become flat months after childbirth?

What if I yielded to temptation and now carry a baby outside marriage? Should I commit an abortion, kill myself or be sad, moody and hang my head down because I do not meet your qualifications of “A great Life?”

Dear Society,

This letter is not for you. Sorry I addressed it wrongly, because what you think and say is your business. How I respond and what I believe is what matters.

Dear Me,

Will you let society set the basis for your living, and fear of what it thinks rule what you do and don’t do?

Society didn’t create you. God did. Society doesn’t give you Oxygen. God does.