MY TWISTED FANTASY
The dreams we had, the love we shared, our hearts twined together. There we were, lying close to each other with our hands held tightly together listening to random love songs on the radio when she said these words: "Can we pull through" and you could hear a slight speech melody consisting of tones emanating from the western part of the country.
Her parents crazy about her been in love with a man from the eastern part of the country. “This has never happened in my family lineage and it will never happen” – angrily Mr. Tayo Balogun kept ranting. With a tearful eyes Mrs. Balogun watched her daughter cry helplessly begging for a chance to be happy for once in her life.
“I, Bumni, take thee, Dayo, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part” – the words I heard sitting at the back pew, blurred vision honed on the one true girl I have ever loved as she placed the ring on his ring finger. She could not fight for your love.
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