There’s this couple that lives two houses away from my house.
Every evening around 6pm, the husband comes back from work. Before he even enters the house, he honks lightly not aggressively just one soft beep.
And without fail, his wife comes out to meet him at the gate.
Not because she has to.
Not because he can’t open it himself.
But because she wants to.
One day I was close enough to notice something.
She had flour on her hands. She was clearly cooking. Yet she still ran out, wiped her hands on her apron, and met him halfway.
He stepped out of the car smiling like he hadn’t seen her in years.
No big drama. No over-the-top romance.
He just held her face for a second and said,
“Welcome back to me.”
And she laughed like it was the first time he ever said it.
They’ve been married for over 20 years.
But the way that man looks at her?
Like he still can’t believe she chose him.
And the way she waits for that soft horn every evening?
Like it’s her favorite part of the day.
That’s when I realized…
Maybe marriage isn’t about grand gestures.
Maybe it’s about someone who still feels like home every single day.🥺
Walahi I now understand men that doesn’t give people money anyhow 😭😭😭
Since I’ve started working, if I wan remove #5 from my money to buy anything my body go dey scratch me 😭
Just found out who owns it and it all makes sense why the goods in the store are so cheap.
Na govt money dem Dey use run am but na private pocket e Dey go