Stereotypes, I guess, that people just wake up with one sick mentality or the other. If you have not faced any stereotypes in your life, then you don't know what God did for you. Because it's so bad that you get tired of defending yourself or trying to make people see you differently, but at some point you have no choice but to let them believe whatever they like, as long as their belief doesn't define who you really are.
I was stereotyped once, and I began to dislike a particular tribe so much that I told God if it's only them that will be my husband, let me remain single. Their beliefs made it hard for me to like my brother's girlfriend back then. I prayed so much for them not to get married to their girlfriends, especially if they are Igbo, but I had to let go so I wouldn't become like them.
I was dating an Anambra guy back then, and I was in my third year in school. He decided that we should meet his parents and that he should introduce me to them.I was happy but my joy was cut short when I met the sisters. It's funny how she was abusing my tribe and still ended up marrying them.
As soon as they saw me, they liked me, but upon hearing that I was from Rivers State, everything changed. They didn't know that I understood their dialect and they said so many nonsense things about my tribe and told their brother that if he didn't know, their mother wouldn't accept me at all.He told them, but I told you all where she is from, and nobody said anything.
They told him that they didn't know he was serious about me. They thought I was just his plaything. That word hit me hard. I don't know where I found the composure to sit down and listen to all the rubbish, and my face didn't betray me; I could hear them very well. They called their mother; she too was happy, but her character changed as soon as she heard where I was from. She said I would leave the marriage and that we don't last in marriage and too fat ladies find it difficult to get pregnant.
She went ahead to tell him that she has a girl from their community for him. As soon as I left that house, I didn't turn back. I expected him to say something, but he kept quiet and only said when everybody had left that we can't marry because his mother didn't accept me.I gently left but ever since then, anything Igbo I stay far away from them. It's very unfortunate that they keep coming, and I keep pushing them all away because I don't want to hear that rubbish they don't last in marriage again.
The annoying thing is that nobody in his family has ever married outside their tribe to confirm this, they say they say was where the draw their conclusion. At the end, even the Anambra girls that were brought to him all didn't last with him, about three of them. After those three, the mother asked him to bring me back. I refused, and I didn't go back with the kind of mentality they already have about my tribe. Every little mistake, my tribe will catch stray bullet. I don't care anymore about what people say, I can't change my tribe, and I'm proud to be a Rivers girl and a plumpy lady too.
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