Then The Unexpected Happened. HoL 105

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Humans of Lagos

"One year away from the completion of my first degree, I started serious planning as to how I wanted my future to pan out. I figured out the city I'd love to settle in, the number of children I wanted and what I wanted in my future wife.

Being a student entrepreneur, all I wanted was to be self-employed after my graduation. I'd wanted to take my farming activities to the next level - a greater level. I was lucky to  have found the girl I wished to spend the rest of my life with while in school. It felt like "made in heaven" love encounter. We both created names of our agreed three children. Aramide, Olamide and Olumide were the names. We were deeply in love, and anticipated a glorious wedlock.

Months after my graduation, disaster struck. My farm washed off by flood, and my mind left me. I couldn't get my bearings right, my fiance stood by me for a while, but left when light failed to appeared at the end of
my tunnel.

I lost my zeal of a happy marriage and love fantasy. Wedlock is now a mirage because I lost it all to despair of a brokenhearted.

But I found myself eventually. Gradually, I began to take solace in enjoying my "now".
Finding peace within myself, is my greatest achievement in the now.
Hopefully, more will be added unto me soon."

© FERT, 2017

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