Dear Future Husband

By Sharon Olanrewaju

Dear Future Husband,
I hope you are fine, because I am not. 👿 I am so not in a good mood and this is not one of those mushy mushy letters girls write to you. Perhaps, I’m supposed to apologize for allowing my first letter to you be borne out of a really bad mood, but I can’t feign it; see, I’m really angry.

It’s Josh! He has really hurt me. Today,He told me he likes another girl. He told me he is sorry he egged me on and he never meant it to be this way… (okay…okay… you don’t know Josh,pardon me)

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Letter To My Future Son-In-Law

Originally posted here

Dear Son,

My daughter is head-over-heels in love with you so you are family. You are son. 
You may be surprised I chose to write you… It is because I love you… and my daughter. 
There are a lot of things I want to say to you and as you will get to know as we go on son, I’m not exactly the memory master in some things so I thought the earlier I started saying them, the better.

I want to be your mom – not like I want to take the place of your mother. I don’t want you to see me as your wife’s mother but the mother of the both of you. I don’t want to be formal with you, I want to talk to you for hours, just making jokes and teasing.

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Dear Asake

Dear Asake,

I should have written to you long before now.
I apologise for having not.
Blame it on my being self-absorbed and distracted.
I’m here now.
Asake, I heard you’re still there.
I heard you haven’t left.
I heard you said you’re still waiting…
Asake, isn’t it apparent he’s gone and probably not returning?

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Abba’s Letter

By Adeyinka Shittu

It wasn’t easy writing this. This isn’t one of the usual stories/articles I write, the thing you’ll read now is a letter Abba woke me in the dead of night to write just for you.


Dear Child,

The chapters I’m writing in your life will wow the earth. I’m crafting the phrases and fashioning the paragraphs as you read this. Be patient.

You’re Esther. The first chapter doesn’t contain your name but the book is about you. You are one of the many girls in the province of Susa but that’s not all you are. You are emerging. You will serve Mordecai and do menial work. Your knees will quiver when you stand before Haggai. You will feel the animal instinct to run at the smell of Xerxes’ perfume but the divine instinct to win heaven’s applause will sustain you.

I agree with your heart full of fear. Of all the maidens in Persia, you’re not most beautiful but dear one, beauty is not the point. The point is that the book is about you.

You’re not most beautiful but you’re most favoured. You don’t need to have the best brains to win because you have GRACE .

You’re not qualified, you’re called. You’re not lucky, you’re blessed. You’re not a flash in the pan or an ordinary Jewess. You’re Esther and you’re going to be Queen.

You were predestined and fore known and preordained and crowned from the foundations of the world. No matter what part of the first chapter you’re reading, do not forget you’re going to be queen.

The story will end but not without the crown on your head. Haman who plots to have your head will find his swallowed by the hangman’s noose at the gallows. Vashti may be queen now but, she won’t be forever because you are Esther and I have destined you to be queen.

Maybe I got your name wrong.
Maybe you’re not Esther.
Perhaps, you’re a prisoner in the dungeons of Pharaoh because of the lies of your master’s wife. Despite the mud life slings at you, you’re still trying to make pies from it. You’re young and smart and promising yet all anyone ever does is make you chief servant.

I’ve got good news and bad news. I’ll give you the bad news first.

Your life will go south after this. It always gets worse first before it gets better. It’s the principle child. Darkness heralds dawn, death precedes life, and seed goes before harvest comes. Mourning may wrestle with Joy but morning always returns so Joy wins.
Joy always wins.

You’re going down first before you go up because I’m really not faithful to you. I’m faithful to My word. And My word still hasn’t changed.

Be patient. I’m writing chapters in your life that will wow the earth; so shave your beard, dust your clothes, hone your talents and sharpen your skills because you’re leaving prison soon. 

Be prepared to say bye to the jailer at any time. Don’t get comfortable with prison life because, I’m grooming you for palace life. Don’t miss the multi-coloured coat because, I’ve got a much better wardrobe waiting for you. (How would you like a royal robe, a signet ring with a chariot and a beautiful wife?)

I don’t care that your name is Joseph and the first 30 chapters of the history books do not have your name in them. I care about My word and I stand by it to fulfill it.

Although the first chapter doesn’t contain your name, wait. I’m planning for your scenes in the script to steal the show, shame the scoffers and confound the wise. I’m writing. Be patient. And prepared.

From Your Abba.


Do let me know if that letter was yours so I can give you the parts of it I can’t share here. 

Letter To My Future Husband (2)

ImageOlolufe mii,

I had to put my lunch aside to write you this; T.O’s wife just made me ‘love you more’. She put this magnificent post on facebook that brought tears to my eyes; about how her husband is such a MAN because only a true man can do all those things she wrote. And a man is only a man when he has God in him because God is love and only a man that loves God can love his wife like that. And I thought, “men like this are rare” but it just occoured to me that no matter how rare or scarce they are, you are one of them. I’m grateful I have a MAN.

Olu mii, I prayed for you again just a few minutes ago. I prayed that God will make you ‘worth dying for’, that you’ll be the man I’ll wake up every morning and wonder why I got someone so good. I prayed for a father, a friend, a helper, a soulmate, my own lover, my own ‘missing rib-cage’. I prayed for a man I’ll be crazy about and head-over-heels in love with.

I’m not a selfish woman (the spirit of God in me helps me not to be) so I prayed for myself too and I prayed that I’ll be all of these and even more for you too… that I’ll be the sort of woman that’ll make everyday of your life worth living and the bestest companion as we fight for and journey to a glorious home.

Baby, I love you already and every passing moment when something ‘that concerns’ you comes up, I’m like; “how much longer?” When on earth are you coming? Where in the universe are you? Are you white or black? or maybe you’re Hispanic or Caucasian? Maybe you’re very tall like Tyler Perry or maybe you’re just an average Six-feet guy; maybe you’re all muscles like Rico Ball or you have just a normal toned guy body.

What’s your favourite meal? (I can pound yam o… lol!) What colour do you like best? Pastime? You must be a music freak too because if you’re not, I’ll frustrate you o! (Olo’un o ni je!) are you Hausa? Ibo? Yoruba? Bini? Ijaw? Itsekiri? Fulani? Tiv? Jamaican? American? English? Zulu? Welsh?… You’ve got me imagining a lot of things boy, you’re driving me crazy! Better hasten your steps and get here like now!!! (LOL!)

I prayed one very important prayer too; that God should keep us ‘while we wait’… I know He will.

Bask in His love hun,

Take real good care of yourself; I soooooo love you…

Your baby.



Letter To My Future Husband (1)

ImageOlolufe mi,

It’s me; yeah, your wife (Now I can imagine the smile that’s spread across your face)… Since this is the first time I’ll be writing you and considering the fact that we’ve not met physically (At least, not that I know of) nor otherwise, I’ll just give a brief introduction of myself and maybe run a background check too… So, the name’s Queen (Thanks Hun, I knew you’d love it!) and right now, I’m two decades, nine months, fifteen days and some hours old (I imagine you’ll be at least plus ten years of this); the last time I checked, I was about 5.8” in height (Not that I plan on growing any taller) and about 96kg. I’m in my fourth year in the university (I’m graduating next year – you’ve got yourself a Lawyer, baby!) and I love God (I knew you do too!)

Truth be told sweeds, you ‘come into the scene’ like all the time – I wonder what you look like, talk like, walk like, feel like – and my heart really longs for you (Probably not as much as it longs for God). I imagine you to be a Doctor or an Engineer or a Lawyer… Whatever you do is fine honey ‘cos I’m sure it’s just right. I imagine you to be a God-chaser, world-conqueror and life-changer all because you’ve first been a God-chaser. I imagine you to love me so much (You do? *blushing* its mutual baby) but love God more. I imagine you to be strong enough to be gentle and sincere, patient enough to listen and understand and kind enough to be firm and warm and loving.

I imagine you to be such a terrific friend and companion I’d have to punch you in the stomach for staying away so long, I imagine you to be so intelligent the world will shut up to listen to you. I imagine you to exude so much power and grace because you’re connected to the source; I imagine you to be such a wonderful friend and father to our four kids (You also want four? I guessed as much!) And a soul mate and complement for me too. I imagine you to be a priest and shield for our home, a man after God’s own heart (Your name’s David? Like seriously???)

You know what baby? You’re such a blessed man ‘cos right here, God is making and preparing for you one of the world’s greatest women. He so loves your wife as much as He loves you such that He doesn’t only want you to be perfect for her, He wants her to be perfect for you too. So you just rest assured that you’ve got the bestest woman for you (Did I say how much I love your smile? *wink*)

I hate this part but, I’ve got to go now. Just want you to always remember and bask in the fact that you’ve got for yourself a godly wife (The type you’ve so prayed for) and I’m also smiling now ‘cos I know I’ve for me a godly husband too. We’ve got time baby, let’s take all of it and when I finally meet you… *bated breath*

I love you already.

Your baby

Xoxo (010713)