| I was 28 and She was 25 when we first met. We both attend the same synagogue church and involved in local musical theatre productions, but never crossed paths. Instead of randomly meeting at Sunday Services and greet one another affectionately. She has a sparkle in her smile, eyes that beamed with each playful thought and a uniquely infectious laugh that made me melt from the inside out. For many weeks we rehearsed and getting to know each other while sharing our love for creating and performing. We harmonized in a beautiful way that it didn't take long before we had a "heart on" for each other and I invite her on a dinner.
We have same passion in church activities not only sharing our love for theatre, this made me to lover her even more and ultimately for each other. There comes a day she wanted me to visit her family, hoping its high time we quit being friends and move onto next level of our relationship. Nothing has been a trouble not until I met her family, I prostrated has a well cultured man as well as norms and tradition of Nigeria.
Her parent questioned me severally asked about my tribe and other relevant enquiries, I'm a Yoruba man, I declared without making a fuss, then the problem arose. After much inner conflict with her parent over me, I realized that she is battling a lost war. Ironically, because of the fact that we were both different tribes, her parent explain literally to me we it is our extreme interest for her to marry from our tribe, no matter how we let this go you will never be our people.
Nevertheless, we didn’t get married because of irreconcilable differences which shut us out of the union. She is now married, as well as I am. But She persist that we should be meeting romantically, smiling to one another errotically and emotionally connected.
Advise me, Can I give in? After all Body is Anfield.
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