One sunny day during my service year, this young man walked up to me at the parade ground, called me his sister and swore he was ready to marry me. He'd called himself my brother cause we were one of the few Igbo's present on that camp. Then he swore he was ready to pay my dowry soonest because he had loved me from the moment he saw me, and apparently done the calculations leading to the conclusion that I would make the best bride. The poor guy. He must have done a lot of research and seen how girls swallow the "marriage/dowry" hook. Too bad. This was the same…
Weird because I could not understand what the fuss was about. She didn't really like the guy, she's underage and so not ready for a relationship, plus God had spoken so clearly to her. So what other reason did one need? As this special lady sat in front of me waiting for the call she had placed through to the guy to be answered so she could finally break it off, she began to sweat all over and hunch in double as if her stomach hurt badly.