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God is awesome

sonOfLucifer: Your father is a fool.

aahaahaah... Real son of lucifer... Is that what your father thought u

Op. You are mad

I see the above text as a message from a hater... Hating the people that are doing well in christ... I launched the thread to read something appealing and soft heartening form a christian not sounding to be jealous of a fellow christian... Not everybody was destined to be poor remember but let the rich not stand in the way of the poor

vicadex07: The story is deep and heart rending...I guess thats why people refused to comment

okay o, i understand

jhydebaba: nope, I dont think so. the story is stale.

Jollyjoy: So touching!!!

yes

8 shares and no reply... diaries God o

nanizle: I hope NL ladies are reading this.

THE BEST YOU CAN DO IS SHARE IT

RedEboe: Yes I have, my toddler boy knows the name of all the girls in his class. I'm in trouble!

on the bright side..

HE'S NOT GAY

i love everything about what she just said but the part where she said

i want someone like this, cool, gentle and the mumu for love part


but

There was never a day I didn’t ask him what I should cook even though I was the breadwinner.

And am here

Hookah: she got those assets tho.....but I'll still prefer dat tiny Rihana

you mean that lepa girl with no single accessories to move a man?

missberrypop5: See as she deh like Duchess Rowena in barbie's 12 dancing princesses.

too much animations or abi na comic movie

Crap... One of the reason why she was married was that

maestrojay: Mehnn forget hip..Dis lady is beutiful..

yea fuc*it... She's so beautiful

Any man that tries to block way of income for his fellow man will die of hunger!

Our govt is not helping our issue, dibu and his crew want to have it all for themselve.

Bunch of thieves

Crap... It should be title human inbuilt other side attitude

Do nairaland mod go on a break Why is fp boring on weekend ...

Yea... Life is too short, man can not kill himself... Shout out to the mod and super mod. Happy weekend

bigass:
32000 Naira per hour for A Nurse!!!

8hrs is 256000 multiplied by 25days
equals 6.5million Naira a month

uncommon idea is not common. She must have thought bout that since early this year but ebola had to pave her a way... Brave her ugh?

Aah... Aye o

“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 our 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. If you
are not in a relationship now, remember this for the second (or third) time around. It's never too late. 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.

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Awesome pix... That i had to find it a little hard to believe it my country...

Nigeria soaring higher since 1960

Dummy

youngay: But you fu*ck her

dont mind the dude joor... After the whole hitting he come dey scream for media

becca675: everytin tire me o everytin tire me o

no tire! Keep hoping for a positive outcome

Respect! I think he's outstanding

Nizzy129: Are u fret?

YES!!!

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