I met a man in my hometown. His name is Paapa. We were introduced in January. On Valentine’s Day that same year, he asked me to be his wife. It took me three days to say yes.
In August, he came with his family to officially ask for my hand in marriage (the knocking rite). By November, we were married.
From the proposal to the traditional ceremony and then the white wedding — everything happened in just nine months. We didn’t sleep together until we were married. It really felt like a fairy tale.
People said I was lucky. I felt truly blessed. Among my friends, I became the….Read Full Story Here……
