When I was two years old, two Chadian men stopped my parents in N'djamena. One said "I want to marry your daughter, what is your price?" Knowing the custom, my parents did not refuse--they named their price: forty cows, one camel and two Toyota pickup trucks. The men gasped; this was a king's fortune. They went on their way and thus, I am not an African bride.
But if anyone wants to marry me, they will have to pay this price...
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Wow. That really happened?
Intense.
Yeah, it did. I probably would have been his second or third wife!!
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