Right from the beginning, my mother wanted me to marry a certain man because of his money. I told her politely, “I can’t marry this man. I don’t love him and I don’t see myself marrying someone I don’t love. Again, he’s way older than I am. I can’t marry him.” She insisted. She did all within her power to make me settle with that man but I didn’t succumb to her pressure. When the time was right, I introduced the one I wanted to marry to her and that was when the issue started. She said no to us.…
Author: town gist
I have been married for four years now. I have a child who isn’t for my husband. No, I didn’t bring the child to the marriage. I had it while married to my husband. I know you’ll like to know what happened, so here we go. It all started a year after our marriage. My husband would leave the house for work and return three days later. If I asked where he went, he would ignore me. Sometimes he would return at 1:00 AM, take a shower, and leave the house again. Where he went, I never know. He didn’t…
Our marriage is only nine months old. We dated for four years before we finally got married. Within the four years that we dated, he was all about shuperu and more. He wanted it and I had no reason to keep it from him so I gave it to him whenever he wanted it. I won’t say it’s the shuperu that kept us glued together but its contribution can’t overemphasize. We could fight for days and it would the only thing that would bring us together. It was always different after a fight. The way he gives his all and…
We started dating three years ago. He was jobless but I took him like that. He used to work with a rural bank but lost his job. I was encouraged that someday he would find a job, so I said yes to his proposal. I’m a teacher. I don’t earn so much but my enterprising spirit won’t allow me to rely only on my salary. I do other things to earn extra money. It’s because of this extra money that I was able to support him all the times that he wasn’t working. When he lost his job and wasn’t…
We met on Facebook. He didn’t have a photo on his profile when he sent me a message. The message was about something I posted that he wanted to share his experience. I read what he sent but didn’t respond. I didn’t find his profile credible enough so I ignored him. From there he started trying to get my attention. both inbox and on my wall. One day I told him, “You don’t have a picture so it’s hard for me to relate to you. I love attaching faces to people I deal with online. It’s the reason I don’t…
“Man wouldn’t let officer sit and coach, then she slips him a note [Music]. Jessica had been a military trainee for some time; all her training had prepared her for all kinds of situations. But still, when this man came striding towards her, all her training suddenly vanished from her brain. She was shaking; what was in store for her on that day, on that plane? She was on her way home for the holidays; she craved seeing her family. It had been way too long since she’d seen them, and being far away made her heartbreak a little each…
When we started dating, he invited me to sleep over on several occasions and I declined. He said, “What about me coming over?” I said, “It’s the same thing. We can’t spend the night together yet.” We had dated for almost a year but no matter how long I stayed in his house, I always find a way of going back home. When he came over and wanted to sleep over, I always found a reason to push him out—not violently but in a manner he wouldn’t suspect that I was pushing him out. One day he asked me, “So…
I don’t know how we became friends on Facebook. I don’t remember sending her a friend’s request or responding to her friend’s request. I woke up one day and we were friends on Facebook. “Or maybe she was already planted on my app the day I installed it,” I said to myself. She posted something and I liked it. It became often. Whenever she posted an update, I was one of the few people who reacted to it. And then one day she posted a photo. I nearly scrolled past it but something about it drew my attention. “Is she…
My girlfriend and I met at a mutual friend’s father’s funeral. We went to help our friend say goodbye to his father and we found each other. We started talking at the funeral grounds and from the way she carried herself, I knew I wanted to get to know her more. By then she was in her first year in nursing training college and I worked as a teacher in a secondary school. We had deep conversations about life and the world. I like the way she thinks about things, more so the way she articulates her views. We share…
My twin sister and I were our daddy’s little treasures. He went everywhere he could with us. Everyone who knew him knew that we were his pride and joy. He often carried us and showed us to everyone; “Look at my princesses, aren’t they beautiful?” We enjoyed the attention and we worshipped him. As much as we wanted to follow him everywhere he went we couldn’t. Daddy was a busy man and so was our mother. We had three older siblings who took care of us in our parents’ absence. We lived in a flat in a very beautiful residential…