I went for a wedding this week, and I was glad I saw some of my friends the annoying ASUU (Academic Staff Union of Universities) Strike has made me not see for a while. We were all gisting after the wedding to kill time, because the wedding finished super early.
We were talking about everything and anything, till we got to relationship matter. I really can’t remember how and why this story came to my head at that point, but they found it hilarious. So, I decided to share with you guys.
Few years ago, I went for this convention for Pastors’ and Ministers’ children in my church. Actually, the convention is for both the parents and children, but the children who are already “youths” have their section where they meet during the day.
I decided to join the ushering team, I thought if I was going to attend the program, I could as well join the workforce. Nobody taught me to carry my bag and flee from the ushering team by the time they had finished mentioning all their rules and regulations. Abeg, I didn’t have time for plenty stress.
After going round the hall, I joined Bible Study Unit finally. This was where I met the supposed love of my life for the week. We were having the bible study review, preparing for the next day, and this particular guy was just dropping words of wisdom and deep knowledge. I was already hooked.
When fate would have it, we were staying at the same hall. We saw each other later that day in the evening, recognized each other, introduced ourselves properly, and then we took a walk attending the evening program. That first evening was amazing, I thought I had found husband. It was like all these Indian/Mexican/Philippines movies.
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We had a lot of walks together, enjoyed each other’s company, and argued about lots of issues. At this point, I was putting him on a scale, deciding if I would say yes if he asked me out, as per he was already giving me signs. I didn’t know somebody was going to drop me off the scale very soon.
This particular morning we were going for our usual service at the youth center, when this expensive looking car just stopped by us. We were supposed to take a bus, we decided to trek a little when we didn’t see one in time. I thought maybe the person in the car knew either of us, and wanted to help us to the venue.
Nah, the fine girl probably just thought my own guy was too fine to be walking in the sun. He wasn’t my guy officially, but technically he was. Somebody that I was already planning wedding with.
The girl was sitting in the owner’s corner of the car. My own guy, emphasis on the my and own, sat beside her. So I sat in the front seat with the driver. Everything happened so fast like film trick. I entered innocently thinking my guy knew her from somewhere, it was when they started introducing themselves I realized I had played myself.
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This girl was just smiling up and down with my own guy. As if that was not enough injury, she was also my namesake. Anytime I heard them laugh, I felt like breaking somebody’s head.
It was when I heard her ask him what school was his sister attending I knew I would finish somebody’s daughter. I am going to be his WIFE!!! the LOVE of his LIFE. Of course, all this screaming was in my head.
I knew I had lost the battle when uncle said she is not my sister, she is JUST my friend. I unplanned all the wedding I had planned in my head, entered the love bus again, because I had definitely not reached my bus-stop.
I wasn’t even shocked when they exchanged numbers. I had left it to God to fight my own battle, my very own guy ended our relationship even before it started, because of money.
MEN REALLY ARE SCUM TOO.