How I met my wife:
I
met my wife in 1974/1975 in a hair saloon in Boston, USA. I went to do
my hair there when I saw this beautiful lady with an overflowing hair.
I admired her beauty and decided I was going to invite her to a party
that never happened. She accepted my invitation and the party was just
me and her in my limousine and I asked my driver to drive us round town.
While we were cruising, we talked and that was how we started.
I
didn’t know she was going to be my wife. I wanted to marry a Nigerian
and not an American. But she was all over me, and when I wanted to
return to Nigeria in 1980/1981, she bought her own ticket under the
guise that she was coming to spend two weeks in Nigeria, only for her to
end up spending six months. So, my parents were worried that she should
go back to her country to give me chance to look for a wife. She was
supposed to book for a ticket to return to America. One day, she woke up
and said to me: “Marry me or I will never come back to Nigeria.” That
was how I was intimidated into marrying her. I didn’t propose to her,
rather she was the one who proposed to me. That ‘s why I said I was
intimidated into marrying her.
35 years after:
It’s like
a moving coaster. We have had our low as well as our high moments.
Sometimes, it’s good, at other times, it’s averagely good. We have had
our issues, but, above every other thing, I think we have great
understanding and respect for each other; love and trust for each
other. Also, we were willing to work out anything that will keep us
together.
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