Ijeoma TDaniels

I remember when I was 24. I can still picture the look on my face whenever guys would come around, trying to get my attention. Fresh out of school and waiting for NYSC (National Youth Service Corps), I had all the time in the world. I figured that by the time I was ready to get married—which I imagined would be about three years later—there would be so many guys around that I’d have to play “eenie, meenie, miny, moe” to decide who to choose.