The Day Love Died![STORY]
Soft organ sound of *God, Give Us Christian Home* pervaded the atmosphere and led the procession of the train. Tony, 28, handsome and finely built with clean carefully shaved hairline on each side of his head, stood before the cross-shaped ceramic pulpit, deeply carried away by imaginations of his heart and quiet excitement running meters in his head.
He felt a touch on his shoulders and slight bent his head to the left to receive the news. "Tony, are you ready?" His father quizzed. Without a second thought, he smiled and nodded, "Yes!"
Without much time, he glided back to his revere, sliding on the tune of the organ music trembling the house.
At a moment, he gently hovered his eye lids over the balls and slowly inhales the aura coming to meet his.... He knew who that smelt like; it couldn't have been anyone else.... His heart beat faster, calmer.
A sweet tender and graceful smile met his eyes when he opened them... Debbie, 25, his forever bride. This was the peak of his happiness ever since his living on earth.
To him, the image standing before him is the perfect definition of beauty. The royal queenly half crown sitting fittingly on her head, the flowing and expressive white gown, the lace material shielding his eyes from catching _those sights_ he would want to grab, the colourful bouquet adorning what stood before him...and of course, the smile and the heart all kept him breath,What he saw standing before him surpassed the description of the acclaimed Queen of Sheba in splendour, in beauty and in essence. This is Debbie, his forever Queen.
Tony Bankole" the voice of the Clergy jerked him out of reverie. "...will you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health to love and to cherish from this day forward as long as you both shall live?" Without hesitation, he whispered, "Yes, I will, so help me God."
The crowd of people reverberate a loud,The Clergy repeated the same line to Debbie who stood in queenly radiance and honour, agitating life she had dreamt with Tony. Pronto, a resplendent sonorous voices resonated through the air, "Yes, I will. So help me God."
The Congregation burst to another resounding "Amen" showing their support. A loud applaud backed up their response.
Then, the Clergy declared, "Since you both have agreed to journey through the storms and hurdles of life together with such compromise, Brother Tony, you may now kiss your bride...." That moment, the whole world stood still as Tony romantically glided over his Queen and....launched.
The uproar from the families and friends retrieved Tony from the long awaited first kiss experience he had dreamt for over three years, six months and fourteen days of courtship. This joy knew no bounds.
The whole place was calm, such serenity that brings anxiety. From where he stood, Tony looked back at their 10 year old Oluwadamilola, a pretty young lady and Vincent, 8, a sturdy youngster in his own image and a ball of tear he had tried so much to hide rolled down his cheek forming a thread of sorrow on his heart. Is this the best choice?.... Could this be the end of it? But... I can't take it anymore.
The gavel brought him back to the court room. "Court!" The Attendant roared."After so much deliberations and consideration from both parties and after every effort to amend the differences of both parties has proved abortive, and inasmuch as the petitioner has proved that this marriage has broken down so irretrievably, this court hereby pronounce your marriage dissolved.... I rise"
"Court!"
. . . .
He felt a touch on his shoulders and slight bent his head to the left to receive the news. "Tony, are you ready?" His father quizzed. Without a second thought, he smiled and nodded, "Yes!"
Without much time, he glided back to his revere, sliding on the tune of the organ music trembling the house.
At a moment, he gently hovered his eye lids over the balls and slowly inhales the aura coming to meet his.... He knew who that smelt like; it couldn't have been anyone else.... His heart beat faster, calmer.
A sweet tender and graceful smile met his eyes when he opened them... Debbie, 25, his forever bride. This was the peak of his happiness ever since his living on earth.
To him, the image standing before him is the perfect definition of beauty. The royal queenly half crown sitting fittingly on her head, the flowing and expressive white gown, the lace material shielding his eyes from catching _those sights_ he would want to grab, the colourful bouquet adorning what stood before him...and of course, the smile and the heart all kept him breath,What he saw standing before him surpassed the description of the acclaimed Queen of Sheba in splendour, in beauty and in essence. This is Debbie, his forever Queen.
Tony Bankole" the voice of the Clergy jerked him out of reverie. "...will you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health to love and to cherish from this day forward as long as you both shall live?" Without hesitation, he whispered, "Yes, I will, so help me God."
The crowd of people reverberate a loud,The Clergy repeated the same line to Debbie who stood in queenly radiance and honour, agitating life she had dreamt with Tony. Pronto, a resplendent sonorous voices resonated through the air, "Yes, I will. So help me God."
The Congregation burst to another resounding "Amen" showing their support. A loud applaud backed up their response.
Then, the Clergy declared, "Since you both have agreed to journey through the storms and hurdles of life together with such compromise, Brother Tony, you may now kiss your bride...." That moment, the whole world stood still as Tony romantically glided over his Queen and....launched.
The uproar from the families and friends retrieved Tony from the long awaited first kiss experience he had dreamt for over three years, six months and fourteen days of courtship. This joy knew no bounds.
The whole place was calm, such serenity that brings anxiety. From where he stood, Tony looked back at their 10 year old Oluwadamilola, a pretty young lady and Vincent, 8, a sturdy youngster in his own image and a ball of tear he had tried so much to hide rolled down his cheek forming a thread of sorrow on his heart. Is this the best choice?.... Could this be the end of it? But... I can't take it anymore.
The gavel brought him back to the court room. "Court!" The Attendant roared."After so much deliberations and consideration from both parties and after every effort to amend the differences of both parties has proved abortive, and inasmuch as the petitioner has proved that this marriage has broken down so irretrievably, this court hereby pronounce your marriage dissolved.... I rise"
"Court!"
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