Marriage is the only institution where you get a certificate before you graduate.
Funny enough, in the institution of marriage you can never graduate. Marriage is a union where you continue to learn from each other every passing day.
Being in courtship for years doesn’t guarantee that you have understood yourselves completely because when you are married, then you know the real person or rather the hidden inner being you have tied yourself to with the world’s smallest handcuff.
That was how my mum Kimbaley thought of my dad Bobby, anytime she set her eyes on the man whom she called her husband and father of her daughter and unborn children.
My mother felt like an observer of this film called marriage because my father has changed.
This change was what she couldn’t take anymore because she felt cheated like being in the losing team.
She tried in every way she could to put the pains behind her but she couldn’t because it made the injury more deep.
Bobby was a well built man in his late thirties who could be described as a stylish dresser. Yeah! I was proud of my dad as women complimented his looks.