It had been a week since Funmi was in the hospital and she was still unconscious, her lack of consciousness greatly worried the doctor but he refused to show it, he kept reassuring her mum, Funmi would be fine. Bayo was at her side all through, anyone who saw him, saw him as a loving and a caring husband. On the seventh day, when he had gone home to bath, Funmi opened her eyes. “Where am I? She asked her mother, “Funmi you are in the hospital”, she tried to move but felt pain then she stiffened, “shhh, don’t move baby”, her mother said.
Howdy people? How’s been the week? I know it’s been a while you guys heard from me, and I know I was supposed to post a love song yesterday, but honestly, I forgot, and so for that guys, I am sorry.
Dearest Single Lady/Guy,
Someday/ somewhere in the future; at some point you will be where I am standing now. You will be in a marriage relationship with an imperfect spouse who will have to live with an imperfect you.