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chris4gold:They will get Chicken and Hot drink. |
Maybe you need to die and join them, by then you will be satisfied and enjoy your women without problems Anonymous993775: |
Gossipblogger:This guy must be a Wizard |
I do not believe in abortion at
will. I do not believe that if a
woman just wants to have an
abortion she should... I do
believe if you have an abortion
you are committing murder. Abortion is one of the greatest
destroyer of peace, because if a
mother
can kill her own child, what is
left for me to kill you and you to
kill me? there is nothing between.
God's commandment forbids
the taking of life, Exodus
20:13,"You
shall not murder.'' #RAW_TRUTH |
BiggerbossAmani:Young man, you are talking nonsense, He tried, What do you know? is Dubai a country or city? |
Lifeofpolice1:Nonsense |
NwaAmaikpe:Gerara Here! |
Pappyto:Not Funny joor(dry caption) |
RETIREDMUMU:I never knew that people's name can influence them like this- but now i know |
DuchessLily:You are still a kid na |
teresafaith:He doesnt need infection and Ogbanje from These careless Igbo Ladies- He took a wise decision |
opeyemiieblog:THERE IS SLAY IN EVERY WOMAN |
“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 Jane. 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 Jane 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 didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. 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 month’s time and she didn’t 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 every day 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 Jane 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 mommy 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 realized 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 Jane 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 mom 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 hadn’t 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. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, 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 anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane 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. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband…. 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. 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! If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. Remember love is the richest of all treasures. Without it there is nothing; and with it there is everything. Love never perishes , even if the bones of a lover are ground fine like powder. Just as the perfume of sandalwood does not leave it, even if it is completely ground up, similarly the basis of love is the soul, and it is indestructible and therefore eternal. Beauty can be destroyed , but not love. If you have taken out your time to read this heart touching story, hit LIKE and write "Amen" then share this story for others to read, don't ignore! » God bless you |
contactmorak:ALL I SEE IS SLAY- THAT DUDE MUST BE SILLY FOR ACCEPTING THOSE SMELLY PUSSY |
ChangeIsCostant:All This Redeemed Church people self- wicked set of tinz |
MrBigiman:Very possible Bro |
Chaii- maybe the Man is as Rough as Enugu- portharcort Express way |
Its becus is Hard To Find A
Caring, Supportive and Loving girlfriend too, most girls are into runz biz |
Luciferdevil:PAWPAW DON FALL ON YOU MY BRODA |
Technical insult to the dead man, what kind of dis-respectful act is this? Why not use something and bury him |
Coconut fall on him |
Something has gone wrong |
Say No to cultism ,be warned |
His a macho |
IamLovely:i'm tellin you my brother |
Atlantia:How some people talk self, he should try and bring out the he in him and leave breaking someone's record, wait, in what aspect can he compare himself to jackson, see 150years to come a whole of him cant be compared to jackson's shoe |
lol, celebrity (cele-bu-iti) |
olayiwola4u:i told her is over and got new bae, she pleaded wit me and i accepted her back, shes 100% aware dah m lashing ma new- none of my Biz |
They must be joking |
tosin400:lol some people must be funny |
Beesluv:lol very funny |
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