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Disclosing When I will Get Married (Another Treatise)

I interrupt a series that even I now find boring to address this important issue. I have heard reports and seen things that have necessitated this treatise.

Apparently, this is a burning issue in the hearts and minds of my numerous friends and well-wishers. Being a child of God and a person with a large heart, I could not sit back and allow my loved ones to be eaten up by anxiety.

Many have come out directly to ask me when I shall get married, others beat about the bush until the bush withered. A certain gentleman did not bother to ask, he took it a notch higher- he gave me an ultimatum! I understand that all of this is from a place of banter and for some a result of anxiety. I have good news for you, I am not getting married yet. 

Daughters of Nigeria, weep no more. The weepy day is still abit far ahead.

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