My sister asked me to be a witness at her traditional wedding last Saturday.
Two hours before the ceremony, her fiancé's mother pulled me aside and begged me not to let the wedding continue.
She said her son already has a wife and two kids in another state, and that my sister is the "outside woman" without knowing it.
I asked her why she didn't tell my sister directly.
She said, "I've tried. She thinks I hate her. Maybe she'll believe her own family."
I had thirty minutes to decide.
I walked up to my sister while they were fixing her gele. I told her everything, word for word.
She looked at me, calm, and said, "I already know. He told me two months ago. We're working it out our own way."
I was shocked and then I said, "Working out what way? He's still married."
She said, "That's between me and him. You should have minded your business."
The wedding continued. I sat through the whole thing. Everyone was dancing. I couldn't eat.
Three days later, she has removed me from the family group chat.
My mother says I "embarrassed" her in front of in-laws for even bringing it up on her traditional wedding day.
I keep asking myself if I did wrong by telling her, since she already knew.
Women😑
A man stood me up in an exam hall for ninety minutes.
No chair. No paper in my hand. Just me, standing, while the clock ate my time.
Four months later, the result came out.
Let me tell you what happened.
He was ready to leave her. Then he got home and saw the note.
He went to the clinic that morning with a plan already fixed in his mind, get the medication, sort out his health, be back home before the day grew heavy.
His girlfriend had her own plan too: campus, submit her documents, handle her business. Two people, two directions, one understanding.
But the clinic had other ideas. What he thought would be quick turned into something longer, more talk, more tests, more money than he came with. Only part of the medication was released to him. He sat there, drained in a way that went past his body and settled somewhere deeper.
Then his phone rang. Her voice, soft. "Can I come see you? I miss you."
"Yes," he said. "You can come."
She came. And not long after, the doctor pulled him aside there were things they still needed to get in town. But his pocket couldn't carry it.
He was ready to leave her. Then he got home and saw the note.
He went to the clinic that morning with a plan already fixed in his mind, get the medication, sort out his health, be back home before the day grew heavy.
His girlfriend had her own plan too: campus, submit her documents, handle her business. Two people, two directions, one understanding.
But the clinic had other ideas. What he thought would be quick turned into something longer, more talk, more tests, more money than he came with. Only part of the medication was released to him. He sat there, drained in a way that went past his body and settled somewhere deeper.
Then his phone rang. Her voice, soft. "Can I come see you? I miss you."
"Yes," he said. "You can come."
She came. And not long after, the doctor pulled him aside there were things they still needed to get in town. But his pocket couldn't carry it.
July, be gentler than June, June had jokes I didn't ask for and I didn't find it funny.😑
Amen if you believe your plans would work out.
Happy new month wonderful people ❣️