Dolly Writes

Journey of a growing woman

WHAT SOLANGE’S WEDDING TAUGHT ME

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Okay, so by now, I’m sure most – if not all- of you have seen the slayage that was Solange Knowles’ wedding photos. If you haven’t, well that’s what I’m here for.

Who runs the world?

Who runs the world?

Breaking the internet like a QUEEN

Breaking the internet like a QUEEN

Hey Peasants! Lol

Hey Peasants! Lol

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My first love

My first love

I was in aweeeee!!!!!Like a lot of people at these photos and I don’t know what’s up with my hormones but I actually started crying because it was just so beautiful. She looks beautiful. They all looked amazing and you could feel the love from the photos.

But it wasn’t just the beauty of the photos that blew me away. It was the fact that she did her wedding her own way. What wedding have you seen the bride in a jumpsuit? Or seen the bride and groom arriving at their wedding in bikes? It was just so her. It was what she wanted. It wasn’t about traditions. It was just about being herself with the people she loved and being joined with her significant other in front of them and to me, that was everything.

I loved the fact that her family let her be herself. They didn’t tell her: “Oh, you have to wear a puffy dress”. No, they let her be herself. This moved be because, as a young girl, I go back and forth on how I want my wedding to be. There was a time I really wanted a small wedding with just about a 100 people max and I was discussing this with some friends. And one of them said:’Do you really think your parents will want that?’ And then it occurred to me that, Oh my God, that is so true. First of all, I’m Nigerian which means that we’re loud in everything. Secondly, I am the first child of my parents which also means that I’ll most likely get married first which also means that my parents will want everybody to be there. Thirdly, my mum likes to have an input in everything. As of now, she doesn’t like that I have coloured my hair. And that’s just one of the many things she likes to have a say in so imagine my wedding day?

Anyway, I just hope that when the time comes, my family will let me myself and will be supportive of whatever decision I make. But, for now, I will rejoice in the fact that these photos of Solange gave me hope.

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NIGERIANS HAVE NO CHILL

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There are so many things I love about being Nigerian. I love the fact that we are just a weird bunch. It truly is amazing. We never defend our country unless we are out of it(Very patriotic). Don’t mess with our food, especially our Jollof because we will tear you a new one (Ask Jamie Oliver).

You will recognise Nigerians at the airport. I remember a time when I was going back home for the holidays. I took KLM so I had to stop over in Amsterdam to take a connecting flight to Nigeria. Looking for my gate was not difficult at all because from a mile away I could hear my country people having a conversation. It truly is amazing. I felt at home.

I love my country and I love the people. I am Nigerian till the death of me. However, we have one problem…a really big one – WE HAVE NO CHILL, NO CHILL WHATSOEVER. And I am not even talking about the comments they make about certain things like Kim Kardashian’s naked butt on the cover of Paper. Lol. Those comments. I am talking about Nigerians not minding their business. Honestly, its a big problem.

Okay, so a few days ago, I had a lecture at uni. So as I got to the lobby, I saw some friends. They were talking to this middle-aged Nigerian man. Now mind you, I have never spoken to this man in my entire life. We don’t gist, we don’t hang, we don’t even do the same course. I just wanted to say hi to my friends. I greeted them and I greeted him too out of respect.

He looked at me up and down and the first thing he said was: ‘Why did you paint your hair like this?’ Whattttttttt?!!!!!!! I was too stunned. Now, I know my blonde afro has been a topic of discussion for many because well, I’m a black girl who dyed her hair blonde. But isn’t it my business? Isn’t it my hair? How do you see someone for the first time and ask that kind of question? I would have appreciated it if he had waited for me to leave before discussing it but Noooooo…He just had to ask. It took every bone in my body to stop myself from saying: “Ehn OgA sIR, How is it your business?’ but I don’t have balls like that. So, I calmly said: “I wanted to do something different” and then I walked away.

Nigerians, I love them but they need to take a heavy dose of the chill pill.

Sorry I had to rant a little bit