Marry from home, marry from bush...haba! If your wife has jello instead of brains, if she got picles instead of a heart...she will rip out ya innards, smear it with butter and eat em without puking.
Life is a gamble peeps...there's never any guarantee but we all HOPE the worst will never occur. You can go to heaven and marry...heck you can even go to Jupiter but at the end of the day, it will all boil down to whether she will feed you with cakes full of mouth watering vanilla fudge or cakes with charred bat testicles and crushed beer bottles.
Take it and digest.
Doesn't matter where I get a wife...home, bush, Ajegunle, Okiripoto,Ikworikwo,Imeziowa... women na the same just different skin tones and different body contours
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