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Marriage, the Nigerian Lady and the Society

Welcome to Nigeria, the country where you're viewed as unsuccessful simply because you are a lady who has attained a certain age and still remain unmarried. This article is in no way intended to spite the uniquely beautiful country of Nigeria but simply to express my unhappiness.
 Marriage is wonderful, yes it is awesome, marriage is great, yes it is everything wonderful. However, it can end up being a continuous circle of tears and frustration if you end up with the wrong person. So sad it is that the Nigerian society places marriage at the apex of every woman's achievement to the detriment of other vital areas of life such as character and career. When I speak of career I refer not to high profile jobs but any form of employment through which a woman is able to sustain herself or family.
 I have also noticed that most families do all they can to ensure their female child gets married but they bother not on what happens when the cameras go off. They bother not on the quality of the man most times and this has led many beautiful and hardworking ladies to marrying a 'not so good' man.
   Granted, no man is perfect just as no woman is but it is essential that a woman be treated as an adult and allowed to go through the awesome process of falling in love. If you are a concerned relative or friend please think twice before you pressure that lady to get married. When it gets sour and bitter for her will you be there to help her feel the pains?
 Marriage on its own is a great achievement only when you do it because you want to and not because you are forced. The same reason why a lady should not date just because feels she should. You only do two of these things when you have found what you want in the opposite sex.
   Be self empowered, be focused on your goals and keep doing all what makes you happy. Never be pressured into a union headed for the rocks and remember, you are a woman and not a robot. Do not force yourself today and regret tomorrow.

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