One of the reasons every Igbo man should make time to visit home once in a while.
I have an uncle, my father's immediate younger brother, who got married while living in Lagos. Unfortunately, the marriage did not last, though it produced a daughter.
In what seemed like an act of bitterness after the separation, the woman took the child and disappeared.
Her family was quite wealthy and they were accomplice, and despite my uncle's efforts to find them, he never succeeded.
Eventually, he moved on and remarried.
Years later, the daughter being an adult reached out and reconnected with her father. Since then, he has been actively involved in her life. The rest of us cousins don't know her because we were familiar only with the children from his second marriage.
One day, I travelled home and accompanied my father to a family gathering. My uncle was there, and I exchanged greetings with him as well . While I was seriously concentrating on the plates of the sweet occasion onugbu soup and akpụ before me, a beautiful young lady walked past. You know that beauty of a princess and someone born inside wealth.
Immediately, my mind concluded that I had found my wife.
I was already planning how to introduce myself and collect her contact.
But as the event went on, I heard my father call out, “Chinwendu, bịa!”
At that moment, I thought heaven had made things easy for me. Since my father knew her, I was already imagining a loved approved by both parents.
Then she came over, and my father casually introduced her to me as my cousin.
My cousin?
I was like, "Oga I know all my cousins" no whyne me o!! 🙄.
Then he mentioned that she was my uncle's daughter from his first marriage. Instantly, the old story came flooding back. We were very young when everything happened, but I vaguely remembered meeting her mum once or twice.
I looked at her again, this time properly, and suddenly saw the family resemblance staring back at me.
Just like that, my crush became my relative.
We exchanged numbers anyway, and since then, we've built a wonderful family relationship.
Sometimes, going home doesn't just reconnect you with your roots it can also save you from unknowingly committing abominations.
On my flight this morning, an older man greeted me with "The best of men." I smiled and greeted him, and we shook hands. It turned out we were seat mates.
We gisted throughout the flight. When we landed, I asked his origin and he said Delta. I asked his village and he mentioned my mom's village. I told him I was from there. He asked my maiden name and I told him. His eyes lit up in familiarity. I asked his family name and he told me. I told him my mom would know his family because they all know themselves. I called my mom and told her somebody wanted to greet her. It didn't take her 2 mins to identify his family.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I've been gisting with my second cousin all through the flight. My mom and his mom are first cousins. We've exchanged contact. I'll go and block him at his office next week. Life 😊