THE NIGHT IT HAPPENED...
PART II
The situation I was being faced with was like holding the face of a two-edged sword. I got into a marriage in which there were so many issues, conditions, circumstances beyond my power. Have you ever heard of "early marriage"?
I was from an extremely poor home. Poverty made me sell myself out for marriage at the tender age of 17. I had a mother who was diagnosed of diabetes and three younger ones. Two girls and a boy. It was inevitably my responsibility to take care of them all. If I must be opened here, presumably, I never felt love until I met Fabian, my sweet, divinely blessed keyboardist.
Even the heavens could testify for me that it was the first time I felt anything like "love." Don't get me wrong, it wasn't infatuation, it was love! This love made me mad discreetly, it was so strong but inexpressible. I couldn't help but to think of it every moment. I made effort to search for another keyboardist but to no avail.
Fabian was a God fearing man, he was spiritual giant, he always spoke the word of God, we prayed for hours together. He was absolutely exceptional in his musical skills, his sense of humor was arguably not to be competed with or against by any other. The only thing that gives me deep happiness was my career and Fabian was so in my music.
Festus, my hubby was from a different tribe, so his family made me feel miserable. The fact I was from Igala and my hubby was an igbo man was unacceptable. I had lived all my life in an igbo land, that meant nothing to my husband's family, I could even speak the language fluently but the reality was that I am not an igbo woman. When in their midst, I always felt inferior and misplaced.
But Fabian was my tribe, and this makes it even more desiring. My husband was declared infertile, he cannot plant a seed in me, that was confirmed after series of tests. Fabian on the other hand had 3 children already.
Do you now understand the circumstances and conditions I was living with? Each time I desire kids, I harshly remind myself that my Festus was infertile...bitterness engulfed me.
Now, do you think these weren't enough reasons?
CONFER (PART I)>https://wirelesssignalsng.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-night-it-happened.html
CONFER (PART I)>https://wirelesssignalsng.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-night-it-happened.html
I'm yet to be convinced with your reason
ReplyDeleteI don't think you pray with your hubby rather your new love found with the keyboardist
I'm yet to be convinced with your reason
ReplyDeleteI don't think you pray with your hubby rather your new love found with the keyboardist
It seems like I'm more connected to and with than my husband
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