I met a man in my hometown. His name is Paapa. We were introduced in January. On Vals’ day that same year, he proposed. It took me three days to say yes to him. In August that same year, he came home to perform the knocking rite. In November, we got married.
Proposal. Acceptance. Knocking rite. Traditional wedding. White wedding. All happened within nine months of our meeting.
We never had sex until marriage. That’s what fairy tales are made of right? They called me lucky. I counted myself as blessed. I became the standard among my friends. I was their source of motivation. When something wasn’t going right in…..Read Full Story Here……..
