the musings of this nigerian gal

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You all know the Bridgerton series that have been the rave on Netflix for months?

Well, I decided to read the books. Because, if you know me, I hate movie series (except it is animé, of course 😂). I hate the wait and the anxiety the wait brings — I hate spoilers, so you can imagine the torture!

I read the whole ten books and I am here to give my review.

As a writer, I learned a lot. So much, infact. Made me to see my audience in a different light. However as a person, I have…much to say.

Bridgerton made me realize that there are a lot of girls — ladies — out there, waiting for the man to worship the ground upon which she walks. Waiting to meet that brooding hero who she will save with the light of her love. Waiting to meet that bad boy (because sheesh, those bad boys are hot or what?) and then redeem him with nothing but her persistent love.

And I won’t be cynical to say this is not just a tall order, this is an impossible one.

For the first wait — waiting for the man to worship the ground upon which she walks — I have but one thing to say. The man is the head of the family (according to the design of God). And while the man is not meant to treat the woman as someone with less intellectual capacity, he must he respected as that position — the head. God didn’t create the woman to rule the roost.

Paul said it this way: Christ is the head of the man; the man is the head of the woman.

The man whose head is Christ would worship only one person’s path: Christ 😂. And because he does this, he can love his wife as Christ loves the church.

Yes, a woman wants to feel respected. No disputing that, what with patriarchal society and all. However what is the limit to meeting this need — want? If it is not within the confines of grace, then there’s only one thing you are pursuing: insubordination.

Harsh, much?

On to the second wait — the wait to be his hero. I used to think this way. That no matter how broken a person is, once I can throw my hands around him and don’t let go, I can love him whole. If you think this way to, say to yourself: “I am not Jesus.”

There is only one name by which man can be saved, and that name is Jesus.

You can’t save anybody. No. And the sooner you realize this, the less your heart get broken. When you see a broken man, lift that person first to Jesus and if Jesus wills, let Jesus use you to touch that person. And while you are letting Jesus use you, you constantly bear in mind that it is Jesus doing the saving not you.

“Why can’t I save him?” You ask. My first response to you is can you even by yourself save yourself? Secondly, have you ever headed a team? If you have, you would realize that human beings are the most difficult creature God ever created. How can you really think that your mere words can break a stronghold that have taken root in his mind for more than a year? Nah, stop that. Stop playing. Turn to Jesus and let Him save them.

And then the last wait. I saw a WhatsApp status and I’m gonna share it here.

Seriously, you really think that someone who is used to more than one woman would get so consumed with love for you he will just give up that habit? Haven’t you heard that habits are easy to make but harder to break?

You can’t redeem him, neither can your love do the work. You are not his Redeemer. Leave him to encounter Jesus. Until then, please find another brother to love.😂

I am actually being serious. Contrary to popular belief, we can choose those we love (romantically).

Bridgerton was a fun novel to read. Hilarious even. With crazy plots. But we mustn’t forget it is fiction, and uproot our hearts from the truth.