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May 14
A lot of people have told me once or twice that I have an insatiable desire for knowledge and I agree with them, I just can't stop learning.
"You know there is going to be a ceremony when I propose to Miss Bisi," Uncle Max announced as I sat at the back of Miss Bisi's car.
"And that is only if she agrees to be my wife, because if she doesn't, there will be no ceremony. I will make sure there will be no party in any place close to my house," Uncle Max added.
"But who is going to marry me if it is not going to be you?" Miss Bisi asserted, smiling to herself.
"We just need a ring and an audience," Uncle Max repeated the same thing he said a week ago; a day after my birthday.
"And who is going to get the ring if it is not going to be you?" Miss Bisi fired again.
"Me! Me and me alone!"
"No, I am serious, Max," Miss Bisi insisted. It was the third time I heard her call Uncle Max by his first name.
"I am serious too. I will get you the ring w
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