Stella Dimoko Korkus.com: SDK Blog Series -Meet The Inlaws - Story 3

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Sunday, 3 December 2017

SDK Blog Series -Meet The Inlaws - Story 3

I have been introduced to the members of three different families as a prospective daughter-in-law. 






I met Endurance, a Bonny Island man, during our post graduate days. He was the quiet type. He was the invisible type of student. He never talked in class nor engaged in any academic discussions.



 During our final exam, he exchanged seats with the guy that sat next to me. I thought he forgot to read or maybe it was revealed to him that I knew the exam questions. He scribbled a note to me, telling me that it was his last opportunity to woo me. He begged that I call him after the exams. 


I called him days after. Within one hour, he was at the venue. He went straight to the point, like an astute business man. I initially didn’t say yes because I thought he was a bit boring. With time, I discovered he had a good heart and was not as boring as I thought, so I accepted to date him. 


After three months, he proposed with a ring. This guy had seven elder sisters from the same parents with him. He was the first son and the eighth child. He picked me at home and we drove to his home. 


I waited in his younger brother’s room, while the parents and three of his sisters discussed. They concluded he was rushing into marriage. They asked him if I was pregnant, he said no. I was never called to the sitting room. He was always coming to the room to update me. 


He told them he was ready and he would marry me with or without their support, but he would prefer their support. They decided to adjourn the meeting. 


When I was leaving, the mother asked me my name. I said, “Gwendoline*”. The Ngwa woman laughed and said, “Nne , agaghi m ikpofu aha nke a” (I cannot pronounce this name).

 We laughed together and I told her to call me any good name she liked. As events unfolded, I talked to myself and realized that I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my life with Endurance. He was a good man but I didn’t want to spend all my youth playing family politics. I went to visit him to explain why I couldn’t continue. 


He was upset. He stood up to use the restroom. I took another look at the ring. I wanted to sell it because it was a 24-karat gold ring but I slid his ring under his pillow. I ran away and then sent him a text of where to find the ring. That was the end of Endurance.


I met a guy from my hometown. It was an arranged situation. I was supposed to go to his house to meet his mum. My father changed his mind at the last minute and told them to come to our house instead. By the time I arrived from my own apartment, they were already seated in my father’s sitting room.


 After all the initial talks, my would-be mother-in-law gave me a cooler of food and some drinks. She said she already cooked and was waiting when plans changed. I was pleasantly surprised.


 My supposed husband-to-be was a jovial and handsome man. We clicked immediately. We visited his siblings one at a time and they each gave me money as a sign of acceptance, saying that was our tradition. Wow, I was pleased. I never knew we had such money-making tradition, I would have at least pretended to accept marriage proposals from my kinsmen in my broke-ass days. Our individual bad characters could not let us marry. I maintained friendship with this family, especially the mother. Good woman.


When I met the man I now married, the drama is a full story. I didn’t know that he was the son of….If I summarize it, you will not understand it. I shall post it as a Part 2, as soon as Stella publishes this one.



*Na this kind suspense dey make me dey suspended!!!....You better send the follow up eeeeeeeeeeeeeeh..Biko fast!!!


26 comments:

Miss Ess said...

That your first inlaw dem for take your eyes see weeen with all the battalion women to contend with.

Rocky said...

Getting married to an only boy with 7 sisters, you'd require lots of courage to do that

You didn't end the second story well

Anonymous said...

Gwendoline or Aunty Gwegwe, why didn't u just give the old woman your Igbo name? It's your type that's always trying to act 'educated'. Fake life.

Debbie me said...

lol, Stella too like story sef. Poster please hurry up with the part two ooo.

Sally jayd said...

Entertaining, I enjoyed reading your story. I can’t wait to read the concluding part.

Blackberry said...

Come n finish this gist pls.

This type of suspense can cause quarrel.

Cynthia Iyede said...

Ok. Complete your story first, then the comments can roll in.

Anonymous said...

The first part of your story was exactly what I went through, only difference was that those ones were Edo. He also had eight elder sisters, wicked sisters. They frustrated me ehnnn but my ex also begged me to stand by him. I changed the day the one doing ashewo in Italy abi Egypt called my mom to insult her. I called her back and gave her the insult of her life that made her cry for days. You can insult me all you want I may not retaliate, but insult my mom and taste my bad mouth. One of the sisters is a fake lawyer that doesn't know the court room. Am married now and watching life pass them by

obianuju augustina said...

Please o send the remaining story na..

Anonymous said...

My in-laws were warm when I meet them, 'ase' na maga them dey look for, didn't contribute a dim to my wedding, but came to lodge eat and even wanted to be carrying wine and food back to their destination, u can imagine.... After marriage them start to dey demand up and down, not until I lock mind last year say, shipini'they no go see for my hand again..... Very lazy and demanding pple.. I will have to ask them one day o
If na them write application letter wey I take get this my job.... If u no give they start saying u are a bad person even le boo is tired sef.... No shame at all

Aeegurl loves Chikito said...

Lol. I totally enjoyed this piece. Nne come and complete this gist ooo

Lady j said...

Abeg bring d complete part now..hian

Anonymous said...

Who still bear that kind of name in this time and age? She couldn't even say Gwen.. Anyway I don't believe this story.. Its fabu of d first class order..Daz why she couldn't finish d second in law story bcos she ran out of lies to tell..
Stella nice try..I see ur handwork here.

sylvia said...

Abeg how can you sleep well at night knowing you left our aproko antenna hanging?? Fear God abeg and do the right thing by completing the story inside the comment section kocho

Anonymous said...

Abeg this suspense though. *eyes rolling* I have also met 2 inlaws so far. I am on the third i pray it's my final bus stop. Will share my story soon.

Olori Orente said...

Biko come and complete your story
Interesting.... ....👍👍👍👍👍

Anonymous said...

Enter your comment... I hate suspence jooor

Iphie dearie said...

Come and finish this story oooh🙆🏽‍♂️🙆🏽‍♂️🙆🏽‍♂️🙆🏽‍♂️

Anonymous said...

This looks like I wrote it. Mine even took away the coolers used to serve them during the wedding! Your in-laws must be my in-laws

pipa game said...

please, nne come and finish your story

Jhenni' Imeh said...

Interesting 😎😎

Anonymous said...

Same thing here, their longer throat no be here, MIL said I needed to carry d wines on d high table back home, FIL is still thinking about d egusi soup he eat when they came for intro mimo ,BILs want any gadgets I buy or hubby buys for me, SILs always looking for who to borrow them money... Like say I be CBN

Anonymous said...

You described my sisters in law cousin sef o they want to frustrate me from my marriage but my husband kept them in their place I'm also watching life pass them by very lousy set of people.

Beautiful Sapphire said...

Sylvia set🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Biko hurry with the concluding part.

Justyswt said...

Poster, u gat to finish this story. A prolonged antenna is so high here.

Xhlrted P said...

Grinning*

Half gist not good. Come round it off.

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