Five years ago, I was struggling to set up my business after serving a man for seven years.
At that time, I had a girlfriend, Ifeoma, whom I loved with all of my heart but I could not afford to give her the good things of life she desired. I kept pleading with her to be patient and to assure her of my love, I proposed marriage to her and she accepted.
But along the line, Ifeoma could no longer cope with my poverty and told me in plain terms that she was moving on. She left me in the lurch and even told me to my face that I had no future.
Few months later, I heard that she became the second wife of a rich man.
As God would have it, I met a Chinese man who wanted to bring in some tricycles into Nigeria and we went into partners and, to cut the story, things changed for the better and I can say now that God has blessed me so much that I own three thriving companies and I now have a ‘future’.
But about six months ago, Ify came out from the blues and traced me to my office. There, she begged and cried for me to take her back, saying she has realised her mistakes and wants to make amends.
But my whole family is against that and they have made it known they would not accept her.