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And so our marriage was blissful! Marriage made in heaven. Everything went absolutely fine and you better trust me when i say that.

However, tragedy! Tragedy! Tragedy!  One thuursday morning, my husband was driving home from work and he fell victim of accidental bullets. Some robbers had been operating and began to spray hapharzardly hitting over 15 cars and from what we heard, all the occupants died.

MY husband and best friend was gone! My world was torn apart.

Oh yes HA, u can do it! Keep your dream alive girl.

And so we went for a 3 week honeymoon. It was fantastic! Absolutely wonderful! My husband was the best man in the world. He was a friend to behold, everyone admired our union. Shortly after our wedding, he was promoted at work and everything was working for our good. It was indeed the best time of my life. We decided not to have kids immediately so we could know ourselves more and generally enjoy our lives before kids start rolling in.

About two years after we got married, we had our first child and we named her oluwadara. Her delivery was smooth, my husband was in the delivery room from beginning to end, he helped me thru'

By now, i was feeling over the moon! A mother! Wow! My husband got so excited about being a father, he put our baby's picture everywhere, office, study, car, etc

so we can all share our experiences and opinions on the subject matter

nicetohave:
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not really you know, how confident or comfortable will you feel with a man that wails more than you when there is a problem?

Not necessarily wail but some little sobs wont be bad you know? I think its romantic for a guy to cry. That is not to say he should now become a "cry baby" but at least when the need arises to express such an emotion.

And so we moved on from friendship and dating to courtship. By now, we had been friends for a little over 3 years and sex was perfectly under control. I had always ever dreamt of getting married as a virgin.

We prayed and received parental approval as well as pastoral consent. Everything went smoothly and by october 1999, i walked down the isle with my father holding my hand to be received by my husband-to-be and when the pastor asked " Do you taketh .... as your lawful bride, to love and cherish......? Behold! I heard my friend's husky voice saying "I DO", immediately i felt a gush of emotions running through my spine, i had become a bride. It was also the year i graduated.

The wedding ceremony went well and there was more than enough to eat and drink.

We went home and amidst all the joy and happiness, i was somewhat nervous - it was going to be my first night! Please don't ask me how it went but Alas, the dream of getting married as a virgin has finally come to pass. Alleluia.

That's the word ijebuman! Macho! Hitting the nail on the head. Macho! Macho! Macho! Its all about the "M" word innit?

I stood speechless for several minutes. My friend wanted an answer, still on bent knees. It was as though we were shooting a true live movie on the Carribean islands and had to be strategically located for quality and excellent clarity. I was dumbfounded! Really caught unawares! I did not have the slightest idea this was coming. I loved him so much and found myself saying "yes" as those cold tears rolled subconciously through my blushed cheeks. It was my happiest moment and as he slowly found his feet up, the wind blew stronger and he gave me a giant hug which lasted for several minutes - it was our closest physical contact in almost 3 years. I was 22 and had one more year to become a graduate.

It was the happiest time ever. Behold, i was going to be a bride. I felt on top of the world.

My friend paid me a visit in school and poured out his heart. At this time, He had just completed his NYSC and i was in my second year in the UNI.He wanted to know if i would be his girlfriend. I was naive, never had a boyfriend before and somewhat scared. I was convinced my friend was a christian and feared God. We became lovers. I was 21.

In no time, he became my best friend ever. He knew what it meant to respect a lady and his love captivated my heart and before dawn, i was in love.

Our friendship grew really strong that he started insinuating "marriage". My friend was not ready to share the rest of his life with someone else. In 1998, he drove me somewhere really quiet, parked his car and told me there was something he would like to let me know, he looked really sober and sad that i became so scared and was hoping nothing terrible had happened - it was just the two of us. He came out of the car and turned around to get me out of the car. It was the month of november and the weather was quite windy. He held my hands and as the wind blew against my face, he proposed on bent knees.

My client chose it a daily habit to visit the office for “business” and  after a while, we developed a friendly rapport. Unfortunately, I had to go back to school after about 3 months and hence, we lost contact for almost 4 months.

However in mid-1996, we met again when schools were on vacation  and of we developed a more friendly rapport. He would, on a daily basis, pop in to make one phone call or the other that I began to wonder if all his office phones were always out of service.

It was time to go back to school. We exchanged contacts. Amazingly, my client kept in touch. I was surprised to be called for a phonecall in the hostel. He had kept my contact which i exchanged with his over 2 months before. He wanted to know if it was fine to pay me a visit in school.

Stay tuned

Whoever says dreams dont come true. Keep dreaming girl! You can have what u desire.

I promised i would talk about my marriage so here goes my story.

It was a chilly september morning in Lagos Nigeria, one of those times of the year 1995 when universities had to be shut for one reason or the other. Although it wasnt too pleasant that ASU was on strike, at least i could earn some money during the compulsory holiday and i'm sure you have an idea of what it meant, by the time it was time to go back to school - more money for baffs!

Anyway, it was one of such "work days". My uncle owned a business centre, just a stone-throw away from my parents house and i had to assist him on such times but of course on salary basis.

Work was usually very busy, sometimes i hardly ever had the time to even take a breadth, it was about the time when business centre was good business in Nigeria as private telephone companies and GSM had not been birthed. On this wonderful day, i sat at my desk and a client walked in. He was slim, dark polished skin, about 5ft and 11 inches tall, skin hair cut and very smartly dressed. His appearance and fragrance commanded some sort of respect. We exchanged pleasantries and he made one or two telephone calls outside Lagos. He was so soft spoken, made every request with much politeness and utter respect. He proved to be the kind of client everyone looked forward to having around especially on hectic work days.

However, little did i know i had just stumbled on the love of my life. Ooops! Better put, little did he know he had just located his ribs

I was about 19.

Stay tuned.

ijebuman:
Yeah real men cry but it must be dignified and not the 'wailing kind, with arms all up in the air'
I cried when i lost my dad

Accept my condolences ijebuman.

yeah, i quite agree that a man does not really have to engage in some drama presentation just to prove a point but have you ever wondered why men cry in a dignified ( to borrow ur language ) manner?

@ Nicetohave: Haba! Suffering of others ke? It then means you must have become an expert at crying because suffering cannot be completely ruled out, especially in a nation like ours which is dominated by abject poverty. It is well.

Loss of a child!!! Bizzare!!! A real man should cry of course or more like wail.

Hmmm! Betrayal of trust!!! That's a strong one! Yeah, a real man should cry when trust is betrayed.

goodguy:
Ok. I rest my case

Well done and keep it up! I was almost certain you were ready for a fight.

Much love.

goodguy:
Hey, u should know we're just kidding ok? Don't u recognise humour when you see one?

Its obvious you don't recognise humour either! You should have known i was double kidding!!!

whiteshark:
nah in between she dey stay

Uncle White shark! For heaven's sake, how can manchester be in between Oshodi, iyana ipaja and mushin?

No offence oh! Only made an observation.

Much love big brother!

Abeg don't chase the poor girl away o! Does it matter where she lived? At least she posted some very uncommon slangs, which means we all have learnt something new abi?

Carry go ojere Mide!

Jesus wept! Yeah!

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