There is this ring i am putting on my finger as i speak right now, Let me tell you the story behind it. 😂 Rewind to 22 of May, 2019. I wasn’t married to my husband then, just living with him, and, you know the rest… 😉 He went to work, and I was alone in the house. I just got back from Turkey and we relocated back to Lagos, from Awka, Anambra state. Been living with him for more than a year, and there was no sign of marriage, as he was always reminding me of how scared he was of getting married. 🙄 On that fateful day, after thinking about my life, I parked my belongings, and was ready to leave his house. I told myself that I can’t continue living with a man and collecting preeeèeeèk without marriage, what if I get pregnànt? I am too fragile to be a single mother o, me that hasn’t finished taking care of myself. 😂 I called him to come and drop me off, that I was ready to leave him. He was shocked, asked me where I was leaving to, I said mainland, he told me to give him till evening, so that he will finish for the day. I agreed and waited, patiently. When he got back, he mentioned a place he saw at the mall in sangotedo, that I should follow him there first, before he will go drop me off, I insisted on putting my bag in the trunk of the car, he didn’t argue, even helped me carry the bag to the car. 😂 When we got to the mall, he took me straight to pandora, and said he was passing by a few days before, and spotted the ring, that it would look good on my finger. 😮 I asked him if he was trying to engage me, he said I shouldn’t put a label on it, I should just wear it to remember him always, even after I leave him. 😒 Smh 🤦‍♀️. Men! I accepted what looked exactly like an engagement ring, he wore it on my ‘married’, ring finger. On our way out of the mall, he told me he was having runny stomach, that we should quickly stop by at the house, I innocently agreed. When we got home, this man started sugàr talking my fragile heart, and I gave in again. I don’t know how I found myself on the bèď again, wearing a non marriage proposal ring, feeling very satisfied for no reason. 😂 Few hours later, he went to bring my bag inside, and unpacked for me. 😫 I later officially became his wife, four months later, but it wasn’t easy for me to get here. The road was too long. 😂 An only son that was afraid of marriage. 🤦‍♀️

A VERY SAD AND TOUCHING STORY OF PRATIK JOSHI Pratik Joshi had been living in London for six years. A software professional, he’d long dreamed of building a life abroad for his wife and three young children, who stayed back in India. After years of waiting for due clearances the dream was finally coming true. Just two days ago, his wife, Dr. Komi Vyas, a renowned doctor in Udaipur, resigned from her job. The bags were packed, goodbyes said, the future within reach. This morning, the family of five, filled with hope and excitement, boarded Air India flight 171 to London. They clicked a selfie. Sent it to relatives. A one-way journey to a new life. But they never made it. The plane crashed. No one survived. In a matter of moments, a lifetime of dreams turned to ash. A brutal reminder, life is terrifyingly fragile. Everything you build, everything you hope for, everything you love, it all hangs by a thread. So while you can, live, love, and don’t wait for happiness to start tomorrow.

*It takes just one person to destroy a group.* *Do not be that person.* *Be a builder.* *𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱s 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 o𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗪𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆.* *𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝗳 N𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲.* *𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘆...*✍

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