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Entertainment of Friday, 10 August 2018

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'Head of thy Church triumphant' song changed my 'evil' thought on my wedding day - Man confesses

"Head of Thy Church triumphant,

We joyfully adore Thee;

Till Thou appear, Thy members here

Shall sing like those in glory:

We lift our hearts and voices

With blest anticipation,

And cry aloud, and give to God

The praise of our salvation".


It's pretty an old hymn of the Methodist Church but a very spirit-filled song.

Yea! this song deeply touched and erased the 'chase, eat the cookie from the cookie jar' thought of a Ghanaian man on his wedding day.

The anonymous man, as part of Facebook's relationship expert David Papa Bondze-Mbir's new series "The Proposal", shared how his thought was renewed on his wedding day by that song.

It all started when his close friends dared him to "hit" his wife's cookie else they will do it on his behalf. According to his friends, the best way to get to 'chop" a woman's "cookie" is to propose marriage.

"Most of my friends proposed to women because ‘the proposal’ gave them easy access to sex, and when they had overly used the Kount, would dump them for something ‘new’.

That was my motive, initially, when I ask my wife to marry me. In fact, it was a bet amongst me and my friends. They knew I had known her for Three (3) years but couldn’t ‘hit’, so they were daring me, indirectly, to either do it or any of them would step up to complete the job.

I didn’t like the idea of putting my friend on the slaughter board, but the deal was real: Either I do it fast or they would, without thinking twice" he wrote.

He proposed marriage to his friend of three years solely with the intention of 'sleeping' with her; however, after several failed attempts, he found himself standing in Church waiting for his bride.

"While walking down the aisle, in her father’s arm, I could read her lips. She was speaking in tongues. Her dad was in uncontrollable tears, as he held on so tight to his daughter’s arm, and gently walked her to me. Her processional song was this "Head of Thy Church Triumphant".

Read his full message sent to David below

#TheProposal (Part 5)

1. “I have friends, who according to them – proposed to their women because a proposal ‘confused’ the state of mind of these ladies, and would make them want to do almost anything the man would ask. Most of my friends proposed to women because ‘the proposal’ gave them easy access to sex, and when they had overly used the Kount, would dump them for something ‘new’.

That was my motive, initially, when I ask my wife to marry me.
In fact, it was a bet amongst me and my friends. They knew I had known her for Three (3) years but couldn’t ‘hit’, so they were daring me, indirectly, to either do it or any of them would step up to complete the job. I didn’t like the idea of putting my friend on the slaughter board, but the deal was real: Either I do it fast or they would, without thinking twice.

She was proving difficult to conquer, even though she liked me too. She’s a Christian lady, very committed to pleasing her God, and was abstaining from sex until marriage. She had discussed that with me - many times that I had tried pursuing her. So when I caught a glimpse of what my buddies were achieving with a ‘proposal’, I proposed marriage to my wife.

She was excited, and wanted to be very sure I was serious. I convinced her that I was. She was 34 years then, and was looking forward to a marriage, one way or the other. After the proposal, we started talking about planning everything before formally, informing both families of our decision. I had other girlfriends I was seeing, but wanted a taste of my wife’s ‘cookie’ from her ‘cookie jar’.

Some of my friends who knew about ‘project cookie’, would laugh at my wife anytime they saw the two of us walking together, hand-in-hand. They would laugh the loudest, when they witness how excited she would look in my company. I made a million and one attempts to ‘bed’ her, but she wouldn’t allow me any chances. Each day drew us closer to our wedding date. I wasn’t the least sure about marriage. I definitely wasn’t interested in spending the rest of my life with her. She wasn’t my type, she wasn’t any fun, I wasn’t sure about our compatibility (in terms of sex), etc.

I had enough money saved, so sponsoring a wedding wasn’t really a big deal. I just wasn’t sure about how things were churning without my desired result. On the day of our wedding, I still wasn’t sure of what I was doing. My best men were my friends, and they knew I was still pursuing ‘project cookie’, though I was getting married to her. Three of them are married and are still having fun ‘outside’, so my wedding wasn’t anything extraordinary nor shocking.

This is what changed me:

While walking down the aisle, in her father’s arm, I could read her lips. She was speaking in tongues. Her dad was in uncontrollable tears, as he held on so tight to his daughter’s arm, and gently walked her to me. Her processional song was this:

'1.Head of Thy Church triumphant,

We joyfully adore Thee;

Till Thou appear, Thy members here

Shall sing like those in glory:

We lift our hearts and voices

With blest anticipation,

And cry aloud, and give to God

The praise of our salvation.

2 While in affliction's furnace,

And passing through the fire,

Thy love we praise Which knows our days,

And ever brings us nigher:

We lift our hands exulting

In Thine almighty favor;

The love Divine Which made us Thine,

Shall keep us Thine forever.

2. Thou dost conduct Thy people

Through torrents of temptation;

Nor will we fear, While Thou art near,

The fire of tribulation:

The world, with sin and Satan,

In vain our march opposes;

Through Thee we shall Break through them all,

And sing the song of Moses.

4 By faith we see the glory

To which Thou shalt restore us,

The cross despise For that high prize

Which Thou hast set before us;

And if Thou count us worthy,

We each, as dying Stephen,

Shall see Thee stand At God's right hand

To take us up to heaven.

Amen.'

After the last stanza of the hymn, my wife was in my presence, her veil soaked in tears, mixed with her make-up. It wasn’t a white veil anymore, and she wouldn’t want it changed or touched by her Lady of Honor either.

She wanted me to wed and unveil her in it, just as it was.

I don’t know what happened, Dave, but before the Church was led into worship, I went on one knee, and asked her to marry me all over again. I meant it this time with every breath I took. She asked me to stand up. I started confessing to my plan with my friends, and how I wasn’t even sure about the marriage. She smiled, and said,

“Yes, I will marry you, George"

I haven’t known any other woman since 2009. We’ve been blessed with Four (4) kids.”

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Additional Information:

To the question, ‘What changed?’

“I don’t know! She’s still the same woman I know. However, I believe I began to NOTICE her for who she really is – when I couldn’t stop looking into her eyes while she repeated her vows, after the Presiding Bishop, to me. She seemed to mean every word she vowed to God, and to me.

The vows made me see her. And, she’s all I see and want and love. That’s the best response I can give.” - From GYH

Compiled from the inbox of David Bondze-Mbir (10/08/18)