You are only nineteen. Your pre-university examination is just over and you expect very good result because you have worked hard. You have a dream. You want to be a doctor but you will not. Instead you will marry one. I mean you will marry a doctor who is two decades and five years older to you. You argue and place your reasons. Most tragically, your parents will not listen to you. They will listen to your aunties, I mean the matchmakers of the family. Why? Because you are still a child and you don’t know what is good and what is bad for you. You have not lived even a quarter of your life. You have no idea at all about the world. They are making this arrangement for your own good. And according to their wisest opinion, there can never be another suitor more suitable for you than…
