My Wife Never Asked What I Had To Offer Before She Said 'Yes' - Comic Actor Saka Reveals
"I thought I had a quite "I thought I had a pretty good idea of what a woman is. But when it was time for me to find my own woman, it dawned on me that a woman is not a man. In my search, I came across a lady who was edging me on, making me to belief she loved “me”. Well, I decided to propose. She had listened quietly with encouraging countenance on her face.
I went on to fantasy on how our “coming together” would be the best thing that could happen to us. Then... "Are you sure you are ready?" "YES" I answered. "Where is your car?" "I will get one soon." "If eventually you are able to get a car God knows when, wont you go to work with the car?" I noded proudly "So when I get married to YOU I Will be jumping on public buses" I read her lips.She had simply told me that I have to offer Me+ 2cars at least before she could say "yes" I needed no Imam to tell me she wasn't my wife. I decided to face my career and leave “woman palava” until I met this woman who my mind told me had been searching for me. After "toasting” her we became friends.
My brotherly friend Gbenga Windapo was the Gardner who kept watering the flower of the friendship. One day a voice came "Hafiz Mumu you no go propose abi na when Jesus come back you go do am" So I proposed. She was silent for some minutes. I thought I saw her looking me over! Ye! This one too was calculating my worth. My God! What will this one ask? Then... "YES!"
I had thought it was a voice in me that spoke in such audible voice. But the assurance on her gentle beautiful face assured me I had heard her voice and I heard her right. She never asked what I could offer before she could agree to be my wife. I remembered then I was living in a “room and parlour” portion in a civilian barrack where we used general toilet and kitchen. This woman stood by me. She has never wavered in helping me achieve my dream, our dream thought of what a lady is. Be that as it may, when it was the ideal opportunity for me to locate my own lady, it occurred to me that a lady isn't a man. In my inquiry, I ran over a woman who was edging me on, making me to conviction she cherished "me". All things considered, I chose to propose. She had listened unobtrusively with empowering face all over.
I went ahead to dream on how our "meeting up" would be the best thing that could transpire. At that point... "Are you certain you are prepared?" "YES" I replied. "Where is your auto?" "I will get one soon." "If inevitably you can get an auto God knows when, wont you go to work with the auto?" I noded gladly "So when I get hitched to YOU I Will bounce on open transports" I read her lips.She had just revealed to me that I bring to the table Me+ 2cars at any rate before she could state "yes" I required no Imam to disclose to me she wasn't my better half. I chose to confront my profession and leave "lady palava" until the point when I met this lady who my psyche let me know had been hunting down me. Subsequent to "toasting" her we progressed toward becoming companions.
My selfless companion Gbenga Windapo was the Gardner who continued watering the blossom of the fellowship. One day a voice came "Hafiz Mumu you no go propose abi na when Jesus return you go do am" So I proposed. She was quiet for a few minutes. I thought I saw her looking me over! Ye! This one too was ascertaining my value. My God! What will this one inquire? At that point... "Truly!"
I had thought it was a voice in me that spoke in such discernable voice. Be that as it may, the confirmation on her delicate excellent face guaranteed me I had heard her voice and I heard her right. She never asked what I could offer she could consent to be my better half. I recollected then I was living in a "room and parlor" divide in a non military personnel sleeping enclosure where we utilized general can and kitchen. This lady remained by me. She has never faltered in helping me accomplish my fantasy, our fantasy
I went on to fantasy on how our “coming together” would be the best thing that could happen to us. Then... "Are you sure you are ready?" "YES" I answered. "Where is your car?" "I will get one soon." "If eventually you are able to get a car God knows when, wont you go to work with the car?" I noded proudly "So when I get married to YOU I Will be jumping on public buses" I read her lips.She had simply told me that I have to offer Me+ 2cars at least before she could say "yes" I needed no Imam to tell me she wasn't my wife. I decided to face my career and leave “woman palava” until I met this woman who my mind told me had been searching for me. After "toasting” her we became friends.
My brotherly friend Gbenga Windapo was the Gardner who kept watering the flower of the friendship. One day a voice came "Hafiz Mumu you no go propose abi na when Jesus come back you go do am" So I proposed. She was silent for some minutes. I thought I saw her looking me over! Ye! This one too was calculating my worth. My God! What will this one ask? Then... "YES!"
I had thought it was a voice in me that spoke in such audible voice. But the assurance on her gentle beautiful face assured me I had heard her voice and I heard her right. She never asked what I could offer before she could agree to be my wife. I remembered then I was living in a “room and parlour” portion in a civilian barrack where we used general toilet and kitchen. This woman stood by me. She has never wavered in helping me achieve my dream, our dream thought of what a lady is. Be that as it may, when it was the ideal opportunity for me to locate my own lady, it occurred to me that a lady isn't a man. In my inquiry, I ran over a woman who was edging me on, making me to conviction she cherished "me". All things considered, I chose to propose. She had listened unobtrusively with empowering face all over.
I went ahead to dream on how our "meeting up" would be the best thing that could transpire. At that point... "Are you certain you are prepared?" "YES" I replied. "Where is your auto?" "I will get one soon." "If inevitably you can get an auto God knows when, wont you go to work with the auto?" I noded gladly "So when I get hitched to YOU I Will bounce on open transports" I read her lips.She had just revealed to me that I bring to the table Me+ 2cars at any rate before she could state "yes" I required no Imam to disclose to me she wasn't my better half. I chose to confront my profession and leave "lady palava" until the point when I met this lady who my psyche let me know had been hunting down me. Subsequent to "toasting" her we progressed toward becoming companions.
My selfless companion Gbenga Windapo was the Gardner who continued watering the blossom of the fellowship. One day a voice came "Hafiz Mumu you no go propose abi na when Jesus return you go do am" So I proposed. She was quiet for a few minutes. I thought I saw her looking me over! Ye! This one too was ascertaining my value. My God! What will this one inquire? At that point... "Truly!"
I had thought it was a voice in me that spoke in such discernable voice. Be that as it may, the confirmation on her delicate excellent face guaranteed me I had heard her voice and I heard her right. She never asked what I could offer she could consent to be my better half. I recollected then I was living in a "room and parlor" divide in a non military personnel sleeping enclosure where we utilized general can and kitchen. This lady remained by me. She has never faltered in helping me accomplish my fantasy, our fantasy
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