Yesterday was my parents’ 25th anniversary. Great news, right? I’m sure you think so too. In the typical way of men, my dad didn’t even remember, not even when Mom added it in our Morning prayer point, thanking God for the journey of the past 25 years.
Anyway, one thing I realized yesterday was that marriage really takes two people to work. I think the marriages of the old rooted in mutual respect for each other (not the fickle love of today) worked a whole lot better than our contemporary marriages.
My dad had only seen my mom once when she came into his shop in the market to buy some clothes before he started making inquiries about her and her family. Turned out he had gone to school with her eldest brother. He then went to ask her parents for her hand in marriage and then completed all the necessary traditional marriage rites within days. That was on New Year’s Eve of ’88. They then sealed their marriage by exchanging their vows before God nine months later, which was exactly 25 years yesterday.
It was a very fruitful journey producing six offsprings – four girls and two boys – while still waxing strong. I wish them many more years together and I look forward to their 50th.
Happy Anniversary, Mum and Dad.