Marrying an educated man would be such a big flex. Imagine waking up to him on the balcony with a newspaper in his hands, a fetse a re "Good morning babe, you won't believe the recent ruling of the Constitutional Court..." Not abo "Yho babe, babalas is killing me.
I’m so talked out, im not addressing anything anymore. The answers you want are always in people’s actions. I no longer want an explanation as to why people chose to be weird when it comes to me. Your actions were enough for me to realize you’re not who I THOUGHT you were