Sunday, August 17, 2014


WOW! It feels like forever since the last time I wrote something for my favourite readers. Happy birthday to ME!!!!!!!! and Happy wedding Anniversary to my darling husband and the love of my life  and I tomorrow, 18th August!!! I sincerely apologize for the break, It was just much needed. I was just too caught up with many things. I am especially grateful to those of you that took time to ask about this blog during this break. I told you I'll be back and here I am once again sharing wonderful insights that would help us grow our homes. Today, I am starting a story that I believe we would learn from and I would be telling this story till the end of August.

My name is Ibukun, you can just call me Ib as that is what I am called by everybody anyway. I am sited at my desk in this office this Friday morning reflecting on my life these past 5 years. The mistakes I made, the decisions I took and how this job that meant the whole world to me has suddenly become a burden. I remember the day I met my husband here in the city of Abuja, I came for my job interview and he had come to have a meeting with one of the marketers. He could see how nervous I was sitting at the reception waiting to be called that he offered to wait and take me for a drink after. I gave him the meanest look I could muster and told him to mind his business. See me preparing my mind for the biggest job interview of my life and there he was chasing woman. I composed myself and went in for the interview with my laptop almost falling from my hands. I could already tell they loved all the samples of my designs I showed them from the looks on their faces. After all, I am fully invested in my profession as an architect and this kind of opportunity trust me, is not common. I showed them some beautiful 3D designs and drafted floor plans. I came out all smiling and confident. I went to the road to hail and taxi and Lo and behold, he had been waiting for me.

That was how Ifemidayo began to capture my heart. We had a very interesting relationship. he was everything I had been looking for in a man. he was gentle, hardly ever got angry for more than an hour and never even pressured me about sex. He was such a gentleman. To seal it up my family loved him. It even seemed like my parents and my siblings loved him more than me. Ifemi as I call him was the ideal man for me. Two years later, we got married in Lagos where my family home is and then we travelled to Dubai for our honeymoon. I had been working for 2 years now and my job was very well paying so we could afford a reasonable wedding and a nice honeymoon. Ifemi had a good job too with a consulting firm. It was one of these coded firms in Abuja that had plenty money to pay their staff. We were comfortable, we were in love and we loved God. It seemed like nothing could go wrong. We rented a nice two bedroom flat in Gwarinpa about a month before the wedding and we both had our cars already so all was set for a great life ahead. We came back to Abuja after the honeymoon to live happily ever after... or so we thought.....
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  1. huh? I honestly cant wait till nxt sunday to read this interesting piece.

  2. Don't know how I'm gonna subscribe, but here's my email.

  3. waiting as well.. :)

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    1. But I wrote it. Its my story

    2. @ Moji, i guess your are referring to Wedding blog Naija. Tunde is the original writer