I met a man in my hometown named Paapa. We were introduced in January, and on Valentine’s Day that same year, he proposed. It took me three days to say yes to him. In August of that year, he returned home to perform the traditional knocking rite, and by November, we were married.
The entire journey from proposal to acceptance, the knocking rite, the traditional wedding, and finally, the white wedding, unfolded within nine months of our first meeting. Remarkably, we refrained from any physical intimacy until after we got married—a fairy tale scenario, as some would say.
People around me often referred to me as lucky, considering the speed at which our relationship progressed. I considered myself blessed and even became a source of inspiration for my friends. When they faced challenges in their own relationships, I became the mirror they looked through. They would say, “The right man will…….Read Full Story Here……..
