I cannot believe that I am the jolly good fellow of the birthday song.
Not many blokes gave me any chance at all that I could ever strike the mighty age of 60 given the gung-ho escapades of my life and times.
Let’s for now leave out my fights with all principalities and powers, as they say, and concentrate on the vexed matter of marriage because even fewer people believed I could ever get married.
In fact, one holy pagan had predicted that my marriage would not last longer than the wedding mass!
Well, I am not dead yet, and I happen to be still married, as my mind races back to the year 1990 when I travelled from Lagos to Enugu with my buddy, Gerry Ofor, to grace her sister Ify’s wedding. Click here to read full article