I decided to get married but never in a million words thought of an Arab lady, I don't hate Arabs but I detest the attitude of those I met. I was drained with fear that staggatered through my soul during my profound and esoteric search of a life partner.
I met her, yes I mean her. She's Moroccan, fair in spoken and written English. I cared less because of the bloody lies painted on Moroccan women.
We got to know each other better, albeit language was a little friction. Been experienced in human behaviour especially of women coupled with my exposure to different nationalities around the world, I derived the uniqueness of this lovely lady within few hours which were loyalty, trust, caring , loving , jealousy and euphoric fate.
I proposed to marry her within hours that we met she called me crazy, I told her it was real. I gave up hope of proposing my American and French ladies as I found what I wanted, the only question was will she ever like me? been black was my major emphasis, I was bloody wrong with my so called advanced expression of who I am. Later that night she squizzed to have agreed after skimming my intention, I was flattered and honoured. I commenced the legal paper process which was an exercise worth remembering. I made it to Morocco, I met her for the first time and fell in love more with her, and her family and town-I was indeed warmth received.
I finished the paper work within 16days and got married to her.
I learnt a lot so far, she's a woman of substance, someone I can call a life partner. Her family, oh goodness, they are respectful and dignified by nature. They made me a son with no objection, the whole scenario was virtual magica to me. I prospere with aspiration and hope with the wife I called 'home', her life is my life, we are one now.
A life with my wife has given me courage and ability to appreciate humanity from the other side of the world.
Wife if you read this, know that I love you without limit daily. I will be there for you until end- unconditional!
Moroccans are great!