The Meeting Point 9.

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Hi Stella, more power to you always. The story long shaa. Maybe it should be in two parts, but Stella, if you help me shorten am, I go call you “darling” anyhow wen you want abeg. So, here we go!

I was still smarting from a recent heartbreak, and living alone with my father during that time didn’t help matters as I was constantly bored and bedeviled with memories of my ex’s betrayal playing over and over in my head. Mum and siblings were in a different city and could only offer me some succour via phone calls. To say the least, I vowed that I would never fall in love again as I had been heartbroken one too many times.

My dad had a habit of buying some particular newspapers. However, on our way back from the church service on one faithful Sunday, dad stopped at his usual vendor who, unfortunately, did not have the regular papers hence dad had no other choice than to buy the Sunday Vanguard Newspaper….and that’s what turned my life around!


I wasn’t used to Vanguard, so I was surprised to see the Love Column. Well, we had this “land line” for free calls, and out of boredom, I decided to call the numbers in the paper and find out if the Column was genuine. It turned out to be genuine and, still in my seemingly permanent foul mood as a result of the recent break up, I insulted quite a good number of the guys I called. I was lashing out and having fun at their expense. My papa na “olopa”, so as soon as the time for his arrival from work neared, I would suspend all calls and “arrange” because the man nor dey take nonsense at all.


However, on this particular day, I guess one little angel decided to play “ten ten” at my expense and convinced one of the guys I had earlier insulted to call me back just at the time dad laid in his favourite couch to rest. First time the phone rang, I picked but as soon as I heard the guy’s voice and realized it was one of “them”, I just form network problem, drop the phone kia kia. Oh boy, the man no gree o, he called back immediately. 

Me sef turn deaf woman, just ignore the call but as the phone continued to ring, popsie just halla sey abi I no dey hear word again? By that time, my chest was pounding so hard as I just dey imagine the kind hot soup wen I go land if the old man finds out what I’d been up to. Well, I picked the phone and, in very low tones, warned him to stop calling, but whossai, guy man nor gree o! 

He wanted my mobile number and promised to keep disturbing the land phone if I didn’t yield. Realising that he meant what he was saying, I had to oblige him. Within seconds of giving him the digits, my mobile phone rang and I had to quickly run to my room to take the call before pale go begin do en detective work for my head.

Summary of the call was that he explained that he put up the advert on the Newspaper column out of boredom as he was still recovering from a ghastly accident and was bound to a wheelchair at the time. He needed friends and that’s exactly what we became thenceforth. His calls became regular and within a month, I fell in love with this hilarious dude whom I had never even met. At my asking, my friend who lived in the same city where he was at the time, went to check up on him and later called me to say that he was a perfect match for me and she wouldn’t be surprised if we got married eventually. 

Six months passed, and he was well enough to resume work. I was pretty excited because his office was in my city. The day he finally came to see me (thank goodness popsie was out of town as he had been recently transferred to another State), as soon as I saw this young man with a walking stick, the so called love I felt for him during the period of our phone conversations just died.

 He noticed eventually as I was unusually quiet, and he said that if I didn’t want him, he would never disturb me again as he wouldn’t want to feel like a burden to me. Out of courtesy, I assured him that I was just overwhelmed at seeing him for the first time.


As soon as I got home, I called my friend and told her I didn’t want to continue the relationship but instead of agreeing with me, na so this girl begin kabash on top my head o, dey pray say people from my village no fit succeed for their plans. Afterwards, she advised me to not be in a haste to “discharge” him, but instead remain friends as she was sure that with time, the love would eventually grow. I accepted her advice and, true to her words, I fell in love in love all over again with this fine man.


On one of his trips home, my dad found out about us and raised hell! He got the impression that I was dating a crippled man, and for the first time, I stood up to my dad. Amidst tears, I explained that I love him and he wasn’t crippled like he thought, but the old man was adamant and insisted I sever any ties with my darling. In fact, he withdrew my allowances and left me with almost nothing as he was leaving back to his new base. 

After he left, my guy called me and I narrated everything to him. He sent me some money and promised to see me as soon as he got back from an urgent trip. Unknown to me, he left the following day to see my dad at his new base.

To cut this very long story short, they met, discussed and dad fell in love with my honey. They became great friends, some people even think he’s my father’s first son; and today, we’re married with four amazing kids. It’s been 10 years and I’ve never felt bored with this amazing husband and father. Starting off as friends was the best thing that happened because, above everything else, he’s my best friend with whom I have no pretense whatsoever.

WOW!!!...Feels like i read Mills and boons..Your story is amazing!.....Stay happy together!

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