Unexpected: the last 48 hours

Welcome to Part 4 of the Unexpected series, which is all about how I met this young man named Sayo last year. If you need to, you can catch up on how it started, the first 48 hours, and the List and other misunderstandings.

I apologize for the longer-than-usual delay to share this post—you’re so kind to stick with me! In response to a comment and question that I’ve received: Continue reading

Unexpected: the List and other misunderstandings

If you’re keeping track, this is the third part of the Unexpected series. Catch up on how it started and the first 48 hours.

Our first date went well so I was looking forward to seeing Sayo again. We were talking a lot (in person at my grandmother’s house, on the phone, and through Facebook messenger). I’m a grouch in the mornings but I was getting used to waking up to a cheery good morning message from Sayo—his messages made me believe that he was happy to be alive. Even today, I feel cheated if for some reason I don’t see that good morning message when I wake up.

It wasn’t all romance though; we had misunderstandings along the way. Continue reading

Unexpected: the first 48 hours

I’m really touched by the comments received on the first post of the Unexpected series, the story of how I met the man in my life, Sayo. If you’ve left a comment, I thank you; reading them warmed my heart! If you want catch up, please do so by reading how it all started.

After Sayo and I met that Saturday morning, we spoke later in the day. He wanted to know how I felt about the way that we were introduced to each other. He was direct and no-nonsense, just like my first impression of him. I probably enjoy more nonsense than the average person, but since reaching my 30s, single males to me are either a potential spouse or Continue reading

Unexpected: how it started

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I may not be the girl I used to be in matters of the heart but the optimism I felt at the end of that blog post remains today, though it has been a journey.

Single and happy

Last November when I shared what had changed between the 31-year-old me who thought marriage was imminent and the current version of me, I was several months into getting to know a young man who we can call Sayo because that’s his name. I deliberately didn’t talk mention him on my blog because Continue reading

Not the girl I used to be in matters of the heart

Six years ago, I thought I’d met the guy I was going to marry: he was in Nigeria while I was in Canada but with God on our side and what I thought was a clever plan to bring us together again, I was sure it would work. I was 31 and ready for marriage, I thought. I started a new blog that was specific to that blossoming relationship; the blog was password-protected and I gave my closest friends access to it. But things didn’t go the way I hoped, and the meat of those two-and-a-bit years is captured in my Love and Learn series. Six years later, my non-Nigerian friends still remember his name; I guess they heard it a lot! Continue reading