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Tuesday, January 31, 2012


There is alot of pressure tagged along with wedding arrangements which sometimes can lead to major disappointments...how do i know this?well,iam soon to be married so yeah,that explains why i havent been active on posting lately..
simple advice:
whe n you feel all this wedding arrangements have drained you and all you have are fights over little things that make you want to quit the whole process..then that is the time you know you need to stop and do two things,PRAY & GO BACK INTO MEMORY LANE.just remember how you met and how long the journey has been,trust me it will fill you with billions of energy to get up apologise and make the arrangements with a rejuvinated spirit.
I happen to have read a super sweet story and i felt i should share.
check this out,

How Uleyi & Itu Metby Uleyi
Itu and I met in Calabar. We had mutual friends and occasionally bumped into each other at events. At times, he would say hi to me. I wasn’t particularly amused by his attempts to be friendly…but being the smart guy that he is, he took my aloofness in stride and waited for the perfect opportunity to make his move. It came when he needed a model for his business calendar. He got my number from a friend and called to set up a meeting during which I turned down his request.
I remember warning him never to call me again and walking away in a dramatic huff. He conceded for six months and then…
One night, he called me with a hidden Caller ID. I thought it was someone else, a ‘toaster’ who had a penchant for calling at that time. I was ill so I didn’t notice that the caller’s voice was different. We talked for a long time. It seemed very normal and familiar, and while this might sound like a cliché, it truly felt as if I was talking to someone I had known all my life. Funnily enough, it didn’t dawn that there was something odd about the conversation. He called at the same time the next day, this time with a visible Caller ID, and I was furious that he had the nerve to call at such an ‘inappropriate’ hour. I complained to my sister but answered the phone anyway, and after a string of increasingly embarrassing follow-up questions, I realized that he was the person I had spoken to the previous night. One phone call led to another, then to our first date.
Our relationship evolved naturally, with support and encouragement from our friends and families. Itu is a wonderful person (he says I’m more wonderful than he is and who am I to argue!) and I’m a better person for having him in my life.
The Proposal!
It was December 2010, a day of blue skies and sunlight on a beach in Cape Coast, Ghana. Itu and I were on holiday with my sister. We had dated for five years at the time. We were by the shore, soaking in the tide..or rather our clothes were. He asked me to help him remove something from his pocket as his hands were sandy.
I reached in and pulled out a little black box.
As soon as I realized what it was, I ran. I’ve never run so fast in my life.
My sister – who wasn’t part of the plan but quickly caught on – proved that an athletic gene runs in our family by chasing me. It was all so melodramatic – me running and yelling, my sister running after me and yelling, Itu running after both of us and yelling – to the delight and amusement of some tourists who clicked away at their cameras gleefully. I suspect that we became the subject of several blog posts like Three People You Should Avoid While On Holiday and Tropical Proposal Gone Wild.
Anyway, she caught up with me and got me to calm down. When Itu was sure that I wouldn’t pull a Florence Griffith-Joyner on him again, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was so shy. I couldn’t say yes until he got up. By then people had gathered to say congrats and take more pictures of the runaway bride and her steadfast groom. Later, we shared the happy news with our family and friends and our journey to the altar began.