“PRAISE GOD, I THINK I HAVE FOUND THE ONE!”

Oh my goodness! I’m so excited writing to you guys about what I’m about to tell you…Yessss! I’m in love…so in love! I never ever ‘esperedit’!

You, for a long time now, I had actually given up on the hope of finding love, in fact, I had begun a campaign against love! I didn’t think that word existed, let alone the feelings. Now I believe that God indeed is the Hope for the Hopeless! It’s not like I never believed in God, I just thought that He had not made any arrangement for marriage in my destiny. And to think I so badly needed a baby, one to call my own…okay, that’s the biology clock ticking.

I attended a seminar one time on ‘Fertility’ and how it decreases with age. I left that conference hall feeling mentally ‘suicidal’…whatever that means! Only for me to hear a deep voice right behind me,”Did you come for the conference too?” I rolled my eyes before I turned to see the ‘fool’ talking. I tried smiling but replied with a lot of sarcasm, “Then why would I be in the premises? Do I look like a photographer?!”

“Woah! Easy lady…why so bitter? I only asked a simple question. I know you may be in a bad mood, but at least, my good looks should have done the trick!” he retorted.

That one got me my people, that’s when I had to stop to take a real close look. Let me just have an idea who might be ‘talking’. I looked at this guy from head to toe, and didn’t even know when I burst out laghing! This laugh, I swear was not meant to go on for long, but I laughed so hard, I had tears in my eyes. The poor guy must have been serious when he said he looked good.

“Ehen, you were saying?!” still trying so hard not to laugh. “I like you O, I won’t lie. You are so funny.Just tell me you are kidding sha…as per looking good”.

It took him like a few minutes to gather his composure. I really felt sorry for him. Really, he looked good, as in handsome, but gosh, I don’t know where he shopped or who his lousy wife was…

Before, I knew what hit me peeps, conversation started. Apart from the fact Femi had a warped sense of style, he was the sweetest, funniest and most intelligent guy that I had ever met.

All these times I have not been writing, it’s because I have been spending quality time with him. It’s so easy having a conversation with him…

I’m sorry, I have to go now, Femi is at the door. Yes O, he’s my world. Will feel you guys in later. In the mean time, pray for me, that this lasts!

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