Kuulpeeps, you guys need to read this love letter from Hiplife Okyeame Kwame to his wife of thirteen years, Annica Nsiah-Apau.
There’s nothing we can say, really, except that y’all need a husband or wife that will appreciate you like this.
“Thirteen (13) years ago when I asked if you would marry me, what I actually meant was if you would mummy me,” his letter begins. “Be my friend in times of need, warm my bed and heed to my emotional greed,” he continued in an Instagram post.
Then “When I asked you to marry me, I needed a driver to increase my speed, to nurture my seed and multiply my breed. When I said marry me, I just needed someone to shield me from my insecurities, to be blind to my impurities, understand my insanity, and legitimize my humanity. I didn’t know that ‘marry me’ meant throwing my freedom to the dogs, and realising that the woman is the boss; accepting that the man is the horse to be ridden and whipped to stay on course.
When I asked you to marry me, I didn’t know I had to be a daddy to a woman grown already, that I had to be friendly even when I’m angry, be understanding at night when you say No! Daddy!! When I asked you to marry me, I didn’t know that the acceleration of our lives was going to be in my hand, I didn’t know that our children will compete with the same rehearsal time with the band.
When I said marry me, I didn’t know I had to constantly create your security, expect your criticism, compromise my expressionism and legitimize my own reputation through role ‘modelism’.
When I said marry me, I didn’t know I had to earn my freedom through self-respect, lead the family through a Democratic process, and accept feminine direction without opposition.
When I asked you to marry me, I didn’t expect to find mischief in an Angel. When I said marry me, I expected a Messiah of a woman, not a human woman with flaws, weaknesses, misguided passions, temporary selfishness, an overprotective partner who is fallible just like me. Like I said, all I wanted was to make legal the friend that I had found in you, and no matter how sweet or painful, I love this friendship.
Thank you for marrying my troublesome self for nine years. Today, I ask you to pleassssse marry me for 51 years more. Pleasssse, say yes!
Mic drop – These two are relationship goals.