Can two walk together except they agree?

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The pressure to get married was becoming alarming but the worst of it all was that these pressures did not come from within me. They were external - family, friends, colleagues, brethren in fellowship, the society. If there was anything that scared me terribly, it was getting married wrongly. 

I had seen cases of failed marriages and witnessed first hand the battering and physical abuse of a young lady who yielded to the pressures of getting married. Gina had a beautiful wedding that was the talk of many lips at least for a few months. Her beauty glittered like the gold against the sun. Fast forward to five months later, she had turned to the tale of a pale bronze medal with bruises of the body and soul.

Gina was my very close friend and so it heightened my fears about the institution called marriage. Did people go there to learn battery, pain and misery? Was it some sort of jungle or prison for the condemned? How do they choose to study a course that would mar their lives for all of time and eternity?

It is surprising that there are few who attend the same institution and excel with colourful results to show for it. At least I know of Mobolaji, one of our childhood friends who despite the financial strains they had as a couple and family, was always a joy to behold because she radiated with such glow one needed no further lens to see the joy she had as married. Olufemi, her husband displayed such level of affection such that we, her friends, were not left out. 

When Mark came asking for my hand in marriage, the natural thing to do was to be excited and be all out to say yes in agreement but can two walk together if they do not agree? Of course, we agreed in every sense of physical bonding, educational background, financial status and age -wise. However, when we talked about God, the atmosphere always went sour. The talk always went south. Mark believed there is a God who is Almighty but that is all that there is to it. The constant fellowship, quiet time, soul winning, giving to God and His house meant going too far. 

He was a christian but he did not believe that there are depths.
When it came to the matter of sex, he couldn't understand why he could not have me even before proper marriage rites. He believed that once he had made his intentions known especially to my family, we could bond in sexual ties. After all, my parents were aware of our engagement and he even visited our family house and bonded with my siblings and parents. 

"I disagree with this part Mark. We will only have anything sex until marriage begins", I stated in one of our disagreements. He had come visiting and we were discussing as usual in the room i shared with my two sisters. Mimi had just left to fix her hair and Nena was doing the dishes. 

"OK let me agree with you, but we could hold hands, kiss and fondle each other. You know we are humans, even God knows this!" Mark exclaimed

As I made to walk out the door, Mark rushed towards me, pinned me to the wall and tried to kiss me while his hand found ways through my flesh.

"Mark! Stop it!" I screamed and in fear,I hit against his abdomen. He shouted and hit my face so hard, I bled from one side of my lips. 
Broken lips is what I get for refusing a premature kiss. I thought and cried. He even had no regard for my family.

How do I get ahead with this relationship just because of pressures established by others?

I had been constrained by God each time about this relationship but I just wouldn't let another man slip off my fingers again. Now this is what I get?

Can two walk together except they agree? 


(Culled from the EnterButton Series by Joypentolife)







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