enjoy



When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and

said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.

Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know

what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.



She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,

why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the

chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't

talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what

had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory

answer, she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn’t love her anymore. I

just pitied her!



With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated

that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She

glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten

years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her

wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had

said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of

me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a

kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several

weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.



The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something

at the table. I did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell

asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did

not care so I turned over and was asleep again.



In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want

anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She

requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a

life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a

months time and she did'nt want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.



This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to

recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of

our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going

crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd

request.



I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and

thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to

face the divorce, she said scornfully.



My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was

explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we

both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy

in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. >From the bedroom to

the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in

my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about

the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside

the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the

office.



On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my

chest, I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I

hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she

was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair

was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I

wondered what I had done to her.



On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy

returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to

me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy

was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to

carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me

stronger.







She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few

dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my

dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so

thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly

it hit me, , she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.

Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.



Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum

out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an

essential part of his life. My wife

gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my

face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last

minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through

the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and

naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held

her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I

held her tightly and said, I had'nt noticed that our life lacked

intimacy.



I drove to office, jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the

door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind, I walked

upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not

want the divorce anymore.



She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a

fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I

won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I

didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each

other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on

our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew

seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the

door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.



At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my

wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and

wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.



The small details of your lives are what really matter in a

relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property , the money in

the bank, blah, blah, blah. These create an environment conducive for

happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be

your spouse's friend

and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have

a real happy marriage!

wow yarns

is that love or what?

hope , in this gae and time we can

learn such sacrifice

is that posed to be tears

a bland look and a smile?

yes, a mixture of emotions

do you think the guy was daft or just plain daft?

ariblaze:

do you think the guy was daft or just plain daft?

think he was confused

meaning you dont appreciate

the gravity of what he did

to get her?

An Amazing Love Story

He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid
Attention to him.
At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee
Shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please; let me go home, suddenly he asked the waiter.
"Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."
Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, and I could
Feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my
Hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has
Responsibility of home.
Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful
beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such
A good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life, And, every
Time she made coffee for him; she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said
To you---the salty coffee.
Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change
So I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I
Was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything,
Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste, But I have had the salty
Coffee for my whole life!

Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you.
Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my
Whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".
Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?
It's sweet. She replied.

@ Ariblaze,

Do u make a living with these stories or what??
U want a divorce and all of a sudden, no divorce again. . . .
I can hook u up with Zeb Ejiro.

@Hannibal


lol,

not me bro

just a story thats all

dont believe in divorce

i mate for life

ariblaze:

@Hannibal


lol,

not me bro

just a story thats all

don't believe in divorce

i mate for life

For real??
Anyways, i think u should still talk to Chico Ejiro.
Zeb may be too cumbersome for u.

hmm, i hear you

you married?

tell me what you feel about marriage

ariblaze:

hmm, i hear you

you married?

tell me what you feel about marriage

Married??
Not yet, amigo!!! I am still in me mid-20s.
I am not going to get married until the vows are changed.

A wedding transforms both men and women.
For whatever reason, spouses begin to take each other for granted. It is probably because they know that they'll be together until death do us part. Maybe someone should change the vows to until death do us part or until you gain fifty pounds -- whichever comes first.  
This may sound a little harsh, but it would probably keep the vow exchangers on their toes.

mid 20s huh?

oki,

i would be a lil disappointed if your writeup doesnt generate discuss

ariblaze:

mid 20s huh?
oki,
i would be a little disappointed if your writeup doesnt generate discuss

It won't generate anything.
The people out there know it's the TRUTH.

its N'land

you are correct

@ topic - so romantic. . . . . . . Naija guys can never be romantic which is why their marriages become tolerances. Hissssssssssss

@ hannibal - you have started again shey?

Hannibal:

Married??
Not yet, amigo!!! I am still in me mid-20s.
I am not going to get married until the vows are changed.

A wedding transforms both men and women.
For whatever reason, spouses begin to take each other for granted. It is probably because they know that they'll be together until death do us part. Maybe someone should change the vows to until death do us part or until you gain fifty pounds -- whichever comes first.
This may sound a little harsh, but it would probably keep the vow exchangers on their toes.

Oh please! If you gain 50 pounds, it will probably be a blessing cos it will cover your ribs.
Spouses take each other for granted because they lose the excitement in their relationship and it becomes boring.
A wedding changes some people for the better and some for the worse.
Hannibal - you better get married b4 you have grey hair. I'm sure you don't want ppl confusing your children for your grandchildren.

generalizations are priceless

I wish I would have the opportunity to behold the woman Hannibal will marry.
I'll weep at the wedding for her
Poor girl

@ poster the man in your story is not black.
Definitely not a Nigerian.
Our men have too much agbero in them to be that romantic.

Queenisha:

I wish I would have the opportunity to behold the woman Hannibal will marry.
I'll weep at the wedding for her
Poor girl

aha!

j-girl:

@ hannibal - you have started again shey?Oh please! If you gain 50 pounds, it will probably be a blessing because it will cover your ribs.
Spouses take each other for granted because they lose the excitement in their relationship and it becomes boring.
A wedding changes some people for the better and some for the worse.
Hannibal - you better get married before you have grey hair. I'm sure you don't want people confusing your children for your grandchildren.

Don't get me wrong, Jay-gurl.

Within a relationship, both men and women should have a say in what the other person looks like physically.
After all, attraction is the key to a healthy relationship.
Now I'm not saying that attraction is the only essential element in a relationship, but it does help; and anyone that argues this point is deluding themselves.
After all, the definition of love, philosophically speaking, is attraction preceeded by admiration.

Why shouldn't one have a say if their wife or husband puts on too much weight from sitting on the couch and eating AKPU all day?
When you buy a car, a BMW for instance, you expect it to remain a BMW.  
The car won't become a GoodYear blimp with time, it will inevitably get old but will always remain a BMW.
So if a woman or man no longer looks like they used to, don't be afraid to communicate that they should get back into shape.
As with all things though, subtlety is your best ally.

P.S. I will marry when Father Francis agrees to change the vows in me church.

Our men have too much agbero in them to be that romantic.

and what do our women have?

@ topic - so romantic. . . . . . . Naija guys can never be romantic which is why their marriages become tolerances. Hissssssssssss

na ha

am not suprised

If the man in that story was Nigerian the first paragraph should have read

He returned home sweating profusely and throwing his briefcase, socks and shoes across the living room and with a voice that thundered through the neighborbood he roared
"How come this amala is colder than yesterday's despite my warnings"?

CH3COO:

generalizations are priceless

Abi o! I just love making them.

Queenisha:

@ poster the man in your story is not black.
Definitely not a Nigerian.
Our men have too much agbero in them to be that romantic.

EXACTLY! Bunch of Hooligans

Hannibal:

Don't get me wrong, Jay-girl.

Within a relationship, both men and women should have a say in what the other person looks like physically.
After all, attraction is the key to a healthy relationship.
Now I'm not saying that attraction is the only essential element in a relationship, but it does help; and anyone that argues this point is deluding themselves.
After all, the definition of love, philosophically speaking, is attraction preceeded by admiration.

Why shouldn't one have a say if their wife or husband puts on too much weight from sitting on the couch and eating AKPU all day?
When you buy a car, a BMW for instance, you expect it to remain a BMW.
The car won't become a GoodYear blimp with time, it will inevitably get old but will always remain a BMW.
So if a woman or man no longer looks like they used to, don't be afraid to communicate that they should get back into shape.
As with all things though, subtlety is your best ally.

P.S. I will marry when Father Francis agrees to change the vows in me church.

Yes the physical is important but it should not be a deciding factor in a relationship.
When you buy a BMW this year - you expect it to be outdated in 20 years shey?
Would it have no dents? No wear and tear? Won't it be serviced?

Queenisha:

He returned home sweating profusely and throwing his briefcase, socks and shoes across the living room and with a voice that thundered through the neighborbood he roared
"How come this amala is colder than yesterday's despite my warnings"?

j-girl:

YES, the physical is important but it should not be a deciding factor in a relationship.
When you buy a BMW this year - you expect it to be outdated in 20 years shey?
Would it have no dents? No wear and tear? Won't it be serviced?

You are taking 12 steps backwards. . . . .

When i buy a Beema, it will inevitably get old but it won't increase in weight and size, innit??
A woman must maintain that sex appeal throughout in marriage and not increase like a killer Whale in 3 years.
I think the Church should endeavour to educate women on what and what not to eat in marriage.


@ Queenisha,

FYI, I am choosing a babe from your village.
Never mind, u shall get an invite.

Queenisha:

If the man in that story was Nigerian the first paragraph should have read

He returned home sweating profusely and throwing his briefcase, socks and shoes across the living room and with a voice that thundered through the neighborbood he roared
"How come this amala is colder than yesterday's despite my warnings"?

since we are assuming the nigerian setting here

from your perspective oo. we also assume the woman is a half literate bumpkin

he married from the village, cos thats the only reason he would thunder at her

been married for 5 yrs, loving it

Hannibal:

You are taking 12 steps backwards. . . . .

When i buy a Beema, it will inevitably get hold but it won't increase in weight and size, innit??
A woman must maintain that sex appeal throughout in marriage and not increase like a killer Whale in 3 years.
I think the Church should endeavour to educate women on what and what not to eat in marriage.

Yeah she must maintain her weight and the guy must maintain his belly. No pot bellies for the man and the woman won't increase in weight.
Men too should maintain the sex appeal. They should not become dirty pigs who have no manners, look like crap and dump their boxers anywhere for their women to pick it.

Father Francis informed me that he's not changing the vows. I guess you're gonna be the dirty old geezer of your neighborhood, hmmmmmmmmmmm.