Brotherly affection and protectiveness carried a bit too far!
Disturbing tale, but still Rx!
I told her not to marry him but it was like talking to an electric train. Her mind was made up, my words were a waste.
I listened in disbelief as my twenty-one year old sister begged me to remember her “biological clock was ticking.”
I marvelled as she bade me to reconsider, because “all her mates were married.”
I gasped when she declared that I should get used to it, she was marrying Leo with or without my blessing. Kponkwem.
As I listened to her, lava coursed through my veins. I was angry, livid even, but I wasn’t sure who my ire was for.
Part of it was for a society that made Diana think marriage was a trophy; a 50 metre sprint where the fastest women got medals and flowers instead of a gruelling marathon-relay where your partner’s skill and commitment was as important as endurance, focus and…
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