Growing up as a child, I was scared of many things, especially marriage. I  grew up in a broken home. I just felt that marriage is a total waste of time because I could not understand how two people will make a vow but not keep to those vows. I hated the sound of commitment. I had already decided that I will never marry or enter into any relationship because my psychology of marriage and relationship has been dented. 

From my teenage age up to my adulthood, I never gave attention to men. I felt there was no need to do so since I will not end up getting married to any of them. I continued maintaining singlehood till I turned 25. This was when I met the love of my life. Love they say conquers many things. I never believed I could ever fall in love, start up a relationship, and eventually get married. 

I could remember that fateful day when our paths crossed. I went to my mums' office and on my way home, a car stopped, after exchanging pleasantries, he asked for my number (I hate it when the opposite sex asks for my number) but instead of rejecting like I always did, I gave him my number with all joy. This was the first time I have ever felt this way. I asked myself, could this be love at first sight? 

He called me on the night of that same day he collected my number. We had a long talk. We did this consistently until he finally asked me out. Immediately I said yes because I had anticipated this moment. I came home that night and sat down to give a great thought to many things. First of all, I knew a whole lot had changed about me. I’m no longer that girl that is scared of commitment, love, and marriage. This time, I wanted it. From our talking stage up to the time he asked me out, I already knew that all will not be rosy but I am willing to give it a try. 

I asked myself a whole lot of questions, what if something goes wrong? What if I give up at some point? What if my love or his grows sour?  I continued asking myself so many questions but I later realized that these questions cannot be answered without giving it a try. I could remember back in my school days when our lecturer admonished us about marriage, he will always remind us that it takes “Two to Tango”. But I never gave deep thought to it because my psychology has been affected while growing up as a child. 

We started our relationship and it was the opposite of what I thought it will be. One beautiful thing about Williams is that he understood my fears and was willing to help me conquer them. Our relationship was not smooth, we had our ups and downs but he never gave up. Even when I wanted to give up, he kept encouraging me that we have come too far to give up. We ended up getting married to each other. Up till this moment, I have regretted nothing. This is four years of my marriage to Williams but it still feels like yesterday. 

If there is anything my union with William taught me, it taught me that for two people to work out, understanding, trust, tolerance, patience, love, and most importantly, letting Jesus take the wheel. Indeed, it takes two to tango. I have been applying this yardstick and I am proud to say that marriage is beautiful if you marry the right person and both of you are ready to make it work. This was one thing lacking in the union of my parents.