Dear MAB Readers. I'm cursed to remain a spinster what do I do

My name is Nkemka and I am 35 years old. I grew
up in hardship with my family in the village many
years back. I can comfortably say my family was
noted for poverty and it seemed as though no good
thing could ever come out of our entire existence on
earth.
My late dad was a palm-wine tapper while my
mother sold fruits in the market. We never had access
to the good things of life and only managed to eat
twice a day and I tell you we always had very little.
Out of five of us from my parents, I was the only
lucky one to attend a public school and you can
imagine that it was such toil and I had to borrow
textbooks most of the time, wear patched uniform etc.
And my dad would constantly remind me that he
could never afford to send me to the university and I
should be prepared to stop my education after
secondary school. I never argued with him but
concentrated on my studies and because I was
intelligent, I was always among the first 3 in each
class. I did very well in my G.C.E. and came out of
secondary school in flying colours.
As God would have it, at Christmas that same year,
the daughter of the richest man in our village came
from Lagos with her family and needed a house-
help and I was promptly recommended. Within a
few days, I was in Lagos for the first time in my
entire life. It was like travelling to America and my
entire family was filled with joy and grateful to
God.
Lagos was a whole new world for me and at a point,
I didn’t even mind if I couldn’t continue my
education. I was just satisfied and felt so blessed. I
had good food to eat, good clothing and good shelter
compared to what I had in the village. And because
I could speak very good English, it was easy for me
to flow with others. Less than a year later, my
gracious boss whose husband worked with
Schlumberger had to relocate to France with her
husband and family.
That broke my heart as I knew I was on my own. I
had two options, either to go back to the village or
manage myself in the wilderness of Lagos. It was a
wilderness for me then as I wasn’t socialising much
and didn’t really know my way around save our
neighborhood. I confided in a friend of mine next
door who was also a house-help and she decided to
discuss with her brother who was a plumber and
who just acquired a 2 bedroom apartment. As God
would have it, he decided to let me stay for some time
while I searched for a job.
Emeka was extremely nice to me and treated me like I
was his sister. Though, my madam gave me a
generous amount when she was leaving the country,
Emeka took care of all our meals in the house and if
I had to go out, he would give me transport fare and
generally took care of me. Before long, we fell in love
with each other and began dating.
He encouraged me to proceed to the university and I
passed my JAMB exams at the first sitting. With his
help, I studied Mass Communications and
graduated on record time. Not long after, I got a job
in a television station and was eventually posted to
a federal government parastatal in Abuja where my
immediate boss worked directly with the seat of
power and before long I also had access as well and
life just became a beautiful dream.
Overnight, I found myself on a pedestal I can assure
you no one in my lineage would every dream of
climbing. I have not only been constantly travelling
outside the country but have the good things of life.
In fact, whenever I go to the village for Christmas, my
mother would insist I stay in a hotel away from
prying wicked eyes as I had become the breadwinner
and even re-built my father’s house.
Though I was born into poverty, I was enjoying the
best things in life and had more than enough
money but I never enjoyed a relationship. My heart
was broken times without number as I was
disappointed after each marriage proposal. I was
close to God and had been everywhere you could
imagine to pray. I got the same answer everywhere,
‘Someone swore that over his dead body will I marry
anyone else but him.’
That person was my first real boyfriend, Emeka the
plumber, who still remained one after all these years.
I pleaded with him to let me go as I am no longer in
love with him and even offered him the sum of
N2,000,000 (two million naira) but he insists on
marrying me. I can’t imagine myself marrying him.
It’s impossible. Please, what do you think is the way
out?