So, me and my husband to be met in 2005 however, started dating in 2006 when I was in grade 10 and he was doing his matric at Tshivhase Secondary School since he's just two years older than me.
We've had our fair share of ups and downs, but it's true when they say "love conquers all." I remember vividly in 2008 when I was on my way to school and my parents had just found out that I had started dating, they took my Samsung V360 and gave him a call to tell him to break up with me because I am a minor and that they will involve the police. Did that stop us from dating? Clearly NO hence we are about to tie the knot.
In 2009, left Limpopo for Pretoria to further my studies, he was also studying at WITS. In 2012 at the age of 21, I discovered that I was pregnant! I mean he's just 23 and both still under the care of our folks. I didn't tell anyone but rather waited for it to show so that I can start explaining myself. On the 16th of June, I came home for my cousin's wedding and as I was dancing in my blue body-hugging dress, I caught my grandma's attention, who alerted my aunt that my belly-button is a bit suspicious. My aunt being the "bulldozer" of the family, she dragged me aside to ask if I was pregnant. Believe me I didn't admit even when I know the whole truth. After the wedding she took me to the clinic and of course the test came back positive because I was pregnant!
It became a challenge between the two families and the 2008 breakup call was also recited. However, on the 2nd of November, I gave birth to a royal princess named Princess-Ane lol. She brought so much joy and united the two families. Love between my fiancé and I has been a bliss. We have grown to understand each other better and have grown in different aspects of life as well. We can say a more like we started from the bottom and built together.
Looking at the current stats in South Africa where we have deadbeat fathers and males that impregnate females and marry someone else, I am blessed that the fifteen years was worth the wait and that he made me the happiest.
Wow it was simple, but I loved it!
In African families, engagement is in a form of lobola, which is a bridal price that the guy's family pay to the ladies. In 2018, he alluded that I should be ready for visitors that festive season, I took it light rather. Towards the end of the year, he again reminded me that I should alert my family about his family coming to pay the bridal price.
Indeed in December, we woke up in the wee hours of the morning, prepared breakfast and started preparing lunch for our guests. At around 10 am, about five cars packed with people dressed in our Venda traditional gears parked outside my home, that's when I knew it's indeed happening. They were welcomed and given their breakfast.
After breakfast, they indicated that they were ready to talk. I wasn't sure what they were saying because I was in my bedroom the whole time, but to convey that the two families were in agreement, I heard ululations and I knew, my days as a "Nephalela" were over.
The Tshivhases had their lunch and later asked if they can see their "makoti" before they leave, but the trick is that they had to choose one out of four ladies covered in blankets. There we were, descending the staircase fully clothed like Venda princesses. We knelt before them and they had to choose their bride. My sister in law didn't hesitate, I felt her hand on my head and since it was hot, at once I rose. They ululated in joy.........
