The Meeting Point -19

Chei this story sweet eeeh,Where's my popcorn?LOL

Hello Stella,

Thanks for publishing the vacancy I sent, may God continue to bless the works of your hands.

I will like to send my own meeting point story, I know when I sent my WNB, you said my story was dry, its not all of us that are blessed with the gift of story telling, lol, but I do hope I can pass the beauty of this story across.


So, one fateful evening in 2009, in my 300 level, a friend of mine invited me out to her department's bonfire which is part of their end of session activities, she practically dragged me because I had a novel I was reading (introvert things).

My husband saw me for the first time at the bonfire, I didn't see him, or maybe I just didn't pay him any attention, he was the past president of the department, so he was invited, he was doing his masters then, instead of this man to come talk to me, he was forming Don and sent one of his friends.
That friend came, asked me to dance which we did, basically kept me company through out my stay there, when i was ready to go to my hostel, he offered to see me off, while we were walking, he was facebooking on his phone and he asked me for my Facebook name, I told him and he sent a request immediately, he also asked for my phone number which I gave as well but I never heard from him.

The person I heard from was my husband that sent him, when he called and explained himself, I was furious that if he wanted my number, why didn't he come ask for it himself, what was he feeling like? In my mind, I said I would suffer this guy since I didn't give him my number, he had no right to be calling me.

I didn't keep records but thinking about it now, I just realized I didn't allow him see me till 400 level, that was almost a year, he kept calling, sometimes I'll pick, many times I would ignore, kept on posting him, but he persisted, the day I agreed to see him, I told him to come meet me in front of my hostel in the evening, when he called me that he was around, Na so I carried my self go meet am for downstairs, what did I see? One giant looking, black(I guess the darkness made him look darker than normal 😀 guy with lots and lots of beard, I always like clean shaven guys, immediately I was put off, I didn't even spend five minutes with him, told him I had to go somewhere.

Well, he kept on calling, I kept on ignoring till I graduated, he also finished his masters, we lost contact, I was dating someone else at the time.
Fast forward to January 2012, I was serving my fatherland in the north, was chatting on Facebook, when the friend (the one that added me on Facebook) I gave my number initially sent me a message, which I replied, after a while, he asked for my bbm pin which I gave him, he chatted me up on bbm and almost immediately asked if I remembered that his friend then, I said yes I remember, he asked if he could give the friend my pin, I agreed only out of politeness.

The friend sent me a request and I accepted, but I started with my shakara again, he would chat me up, and I will just end the chat without opening so it will keep on showing d(delivered) but never r(read)..blackberry phones, lol
This continued for a few months until one wonderful afternoon that I had just finished cooking and eating my favorite meal, I was lying on my bed, listening to music and chatting (nysc was sweet and stressfree), then his chat came in and because I was in a happy mood, I replied, and we chatted for the next five hours non stop, wow, I was intrigued, he never said any of those rubbish boys liked to say while chatting, we just gisted about everything, and it became a daily affair, before I wake up every day, his message would be waiting for me 

(I always remind him about that now whenever he attempts to form busy).

 he never disappointed, he would encourage me, ask me deep questions, made me think, and boy, he's so wise and smart, he always had a solution for everything, and I was happy I had a new friend, he didn't even ask me out before I started falling for him( I was single then), the beards didn't matter anymore, we became best of friends in those few months before the end of my nysc, I started praying to God about him even before he said anything because I didn't want to make a mistake again, I asked God for some signs and He showed me, so I made up my mind not to do any shakara when he asks me out again.

I finished my nysc and returned to south west, had some interviews in Lagos, so I went, he stays in Lagos, but we didn't see because I didn't know how to tell the people I stayed with, that I wanted to go see a man and I didn't want him to come too, so they won't think I'm a bad shild(in Jenifa's voice)or something.

Anyways, It was during that time, he told me on the phone about his intentions, how he wants to come and prostrate for my father(if you're Yoruba , you will understand the heaviness of the statement) , I didn't even say I want to think about it because I would have been pretending, it was obvious how I felt about him already, all I asked him was I hope he's not dating anyone else because I can't stand drama, he explained how his last relationship ended, and I believed him, because of the signs I had seen from God.

That was how we started, I got the job and moved to Lagos permanently, fortunately he lived close to where I was staying with my relatives, so we used to see every evening when he got back from work, we were like 5 & 6, and I was as happy as anything, he kept his beards trimmed most times even though I never told him I hated beards, and he didn't look so big again in my eyes, lool.

It was everything a relationship was meant to be, my only regret was that I was still a virgin when I met him initially, but by the time we started dating officially, I wasn't anymore, if I had known he would be my husband eventually, I would have agreed since that time, but its all good, I am happy God blessed me with one of the best men on earth, not all Yoruba men are Yoruba demons, a man after God's heart, no stress, very hardworking, he spoils me silly, and we didn't have any issues while dating except when his family refused that he can't marry me because someone went to a pastor to pray about it and the pastor said we are not compatible, it was a tough battle but I stuck with him because I was sure of what God told me, he refused to call his family's bluff and go ahead with the wedding even though we could have done that, but we chose to pray and wait, and just like a miracle, after four years of dating, his father called out of the blues one day that we should come and meet his pastor to bless the relationship.

 The introduction was held 6 weeks later and the wedding 4 months later, our bundle of joy is arriving next month by God's grace, so please Stella, don't close LRD folder, make i send my own first 😀.
Hope I wasn't too boring this time.

Thanks,
Funke

*Funke you try oh,the story sweet well well...Ehen when you prayed what kind of signs did GOD give you?You said God told you?Please explain it to me,I am not doubting you but i dont understand how you see signs oh.

Like you pray and tell God ''Oh God if he is my husband,let him call me by 4pm'' and then he does?