I recently ran into a high school mate at the market, and she tried to pay me a compliment by saying I looked older now, even though I was the youngest in our school squad. I laughed it off, but when I got home and took a good look in the mirror, I couldn’t ignore the changes.
My eyes seemed sunken, my hands looked longer, and my once chubby cheeks had lost their plumpness. Even when I tried to put on my best face, I still appeared sad and tired. Glancing at my husband, lying in bed with a cloth covering him up to his neck, I quietly muttered to myself, “Age is not just a number. Age is the trouble we go through.”
Reflecting on my life, I realized our troubles began early in our marriage. We married young; he was twenty-nine, and I was twenty-five. I was a new teacher when he found me, an engineer working with a mining company in Ghana. We dated for a year and got married in the church where I spent my entire childhood. We didn’t set strict rules for……..Read Full Story Here……………
