Act 1 Scene 2 is finally here. Yay!
For the story about events prior the proposal, CLICK HERE
His proposal was very simple and straightforward. No big grammar was involved. No spiritual jingles either. I stood there speechless for a few seconds not because I wasn’t expecting him to ask me to marry him but the simplicity and the look in his eyes as he said what he said just took the words out of my mouth.
Not until he asked me if I wasn’t going to say anything did I manage to stutter the words he obviously expected to hear, “Give me some time to pray and think about this”.
“How long do you think I will have to wait for?” He asked.
“One week” I said. Rather short right? I thought so too.
I could see the shock written on his face. He then walked me down to my hostel. It was an unusually quiet walk that evening. We later said our quiet good byes.
On May 25, he came visiting and it was like a normal evening. We just kept on gisting the whole evening without anyone saying anything about the pending issue. When it was getting late he told me he had to leave and I was beginning to think that the guy was not serious if he didn’t take the one week notice at heart. I however just followed after him as he made his way out of my hostel.
“It’s one week today”, he said as he made a sharp turn around to face me.
I smiled. And then asked what the date was. After he answered I asked if the date had any significance to him to which he answered “No” after thinking for a while.
I then told him that it was on July 25 two years before then that we had the discussion about him not thinking he could enter a formal relationship with him. (You can read my previous post titled ‘And He Proposed Marriage’ HERE if you haven’t seen it)
He just looked totally amazed and then asked how come I knew the date.
Well that’s one thing about me. Words get magnetised to my brain. I can regurgitate words spoken to me accurately with the syntaxes. And dates, I am so good at keeping them too. (I just told you something you didn’t know about me)
Back to the script:
I told him he had to come back two months from May 25 (because it was two years since we set the former boundaries) so that I could give him his answer on the anniversary of his proclamation of no – relationship between us.
He was obviously disappointed because he had expected to get the verdict that day.
I got my sure answer from God in a couple of days but kept it for the day of the big reveal. As a matter of fact, I already knew the outcome before he even asked.
I consulted with my father in the Lord shortly after he proposed and asked that he prayed along with me during that period.
I also remember specifically my school big sister Saytee calling me one of the days during that time and telling me that Olushola was my husband. I was shocked because I never discussed his intention with anyone. It was just a few days after I was fully convinced to go ahead with him.
God spoke to me through His Words and I heard Him speak audibly to me too. All these I documented in my journal. I was particularly at peace with the decision. Marriage for me was (and still is) a serious business hence my approach.
I was kinda shocked at what God was saying just like many of my friends were. We assumed I was going to marry a ‘Pastor’. God however gave me His son and assured me of His presence.
We kept speaking on phone throughout the ‘waiting’ period.
On the morning of July 25, he called to inform me he was coming to town. When he arrived it was late evening.
We took a stroll into the University. He didn’t waste time asking to see his score sheet.
I was quiet for a while and then when we got under a very big tree right beside the Architecture studio, I said, “I have an answer for you”.
We both stopped walking.
“I am sorry” I began. His face fell.
“I have prayed and thought hard about your request. And I don’t think I have any doubts about my answer.
“Is that a no?” He asked.
“No. It’s a Yes”
His face brightened ! “Thank you”, he said.
“But why did you first say you were sorry?” He quizzed.
“I just wanted to create some suspense”
We both laughed really hard and hugged each other.
“There are rules though” I said as we ended the hug.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“And of course no sex.”
The first thing we agreed on was the no kissing and no sex part. He said he had covenanted with God never to engage in such outside marriage.
However, he felt there was nothing wrong with hugging but I still insisted and he was compelled to agree.
Few weeks after, I checked my final results in school and the first thing I did when I saw him was to run into his arms.
“Did you just hug me?” He asked with his hands aloof.
© OMOSEBI Mary Omolola