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And He Proposed Marriage. . .

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My husband proposed to me on a day like this. . .  Well over a decade ago.

Who’s up for some gist?

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I had just gotten admission into the university and I met the man that was going to become my husband about one week after I resumed. It was on a Sunday that we met for the first time. He welcomed me to church like every other person did the first timers. I never imagined that one of the people I had just shaken hands with on that day would become the love of my love

The real story is that one of his friends was ‘sharper’ than him. This guy was quick to befriend me. It was almost as if he was stalking me. Only God knows how he found out about virtually all my moves. He knew the day I travelled and the day I returned from home. . . I still wonder who his informants were.

Well, despite the fact that I was just a young teenager at that time, I just never felt like I was ever going to have anything serious with this guy.

The funny thing though was that these two guys became my friends. We were all choristers in the Church. Both of them would accompany me from my hostel to the lecture hall where I observed my night study. One may carry my bag while the other holds my jacket. I enjoyed their company but as the months went by, I grew fonder of my would – be husband.

A description of me was that of an overly serious girl who only had three basic destinations- Church, School and my hostel.

My father was soldier like, a no – nonsense man. He was stricter than the word strict itself. Because of this, I had a deep seated fear in my heart which I believe, alongside my great Christian upbringing courtesy my mum, was part of the reasons I wouldn’t dare try to mess up because I knew I would be dead meat if I made any mistake.

Yet, this guy that won my love is the first male to come visit me in my father’s house.

I almost died from shock when i saw him at our gate. We had seen each other the previous day. Members of the church I attended in school had come to my hometown for a burial ceremony that Saturday. When they were about leaving, he said he wanted to make a bet. He said he was going to give me two thousand naira if he didn’t show up in my house the next day and otherwise if he did. I took his statement lightly because i felt he wouldn’t dare since i had told him about my father’s strictness. I can never forget the look on his face as their bus took off from my town that day. He said he was missing me already and I was lost because of an incident that had occurred some weeks before that time.

What happened between my dad and I after his visit us a story for another day. The summary though is that I saw ‘pepper’.

Now to the incidence I referred to in a former paragraph : On a certain evening, right after a worship service in church, he requested to speak to me about something serious. He said he was breaking up with me (when we never had a formal relationship in the first place o). He said in plain terms that he desired a love relationship with me but it wasn’t going to happen. His reason? He was loyal to his friend who had made his intention towards me known to him. He said it was best he stayed away from me as much as possible. What could I have done? I agreed. I was kinda disappointed though because I had really liked him ( maybe I was in love already sef but wouldn’t admit it because I had made up my mind not to begin any love relationship until I had graduated).

We continued our lives on campus far away from each other until my final year when he became suddenly friendly again. He asked me about what I had decided about being in a relationship with his friend and my answer obviously empowered him to decide to be closer with me. I was sincere with him because I felt that since he already said that he was not interested in having a serious relationship with me. We simply picked up from where we left our friendship. We talked about everything possible without tiring. We laughed without restraint. . . He actually taught me to talk and laugh.

And when I wasn’t expecting it, on the evening of May 18, 2005, he asked me to marry him.

Curtains!

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One lesson i learnt from that phase of my life is that there is time for everything under heaven. God always has your life mapped out. All you have to do is trust His timing. Wait for the appointed time.

For the gist of how long it took me to give him a reply and the events that followed CLICK HERE

© OMOSEBI Mary Omolola

Omosebi Mary Omolola (PhD)

Omosebi Mary Omolola (Ph.D) is a lover of God, a disciple of The Lord Jesus Christ and a teacher by calling. She is on assignment to groom godly youths and women through the help of the Holy Spirit in this end-time. She treasures family. She has a strong desire to see marriages thrive in this troubled world. She speaks and writes passionately about marriage, relationships, and Christian living. She enjoys a beautiful marriage with her husband and best friend. She is a mother, writer, an entrepreneur and researcher and teacher of Food Science and Technology.

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