The only time you talked about a wedding or marriage was when you asked him for a Kitchen Party Committee contribution for your friend. He is studying for his second degree at Cavendish University while you sit smiling with only a Birth Certificate thinking you will be his wife.
He goes for work and straight after work goes to his evening classes. He comes back, you're still in the same pyjamas he left you in. He studies while you watch Twist of Fate on Zee World.
He comes back home finds food in the microwave, house is clean, his cloths ironed but the only serious conversation you have ever had is when deciding which groceries you had to buy.
The closest you've ever gotten to his family was when he was bathing and you answered the phone call thinking it was a side chick only to find that it was the uncle from the village. The greatest skill you have acquired is applying make up.
The wisest advice you've ever given him was last Friday when you had to choose between going to Kalahari Pub or Break Point in Kabwata. The most spiritual conversation you've ever held was when deciding who had to say grace over a meal you were invited to.
You invest so much on your head than in your head. You know alot about Ed Sheeran than you know about the Ministry of Education's Re-entry policy.
You know the most effective morning after pills and the sweetest ciders but you struggle to know the best recipe and ingredients of a sumptuous meal.
My Sister.... I only have four words for you. It's NEVER too Late.
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