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
June is my favourite month of the year and not just because it’s my birthday month! Summer in Canada officially begins in June and if you lived in Ottawa, where the winters are long and c-o-l-d, you’d understand why summer is such a big deal (full disclosure: it did hail yesterday—yup, ice pellets—so summer isn’t off to the warmest start but we have hope). It’s time for another Thankful post so let’s get started!
- I’m thankful for my sister and her husband’s accomplishments while my mom and I were in Nigeria: they worked on things that will move them forward as a family and it was great to come back and celebrate with them. There’s so much happening in that family to give God thanks for and I look forward to sharing Continue reading
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
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
What an honour it is to celebrate another year on this earth! I am so thankful to God to be alive, and I’m thankful for my life.
The past year went by so quickly—as they tend to do these days—but it was also a very memorable year. I’m looking forward to the year that starts today because I have some big things planned that I’m praying will come to pass. I’ve spent parts of this past week reflecting on my life to this point and while it’s nice to be able to reflect and look back, as Ayodeji Megbope said in this inspiring King Women episode, the past is the past and you can’t do anything about it. As long as we’re alive our time is better spent looking forward and in my case, not only looking forward and dreaming of what I want in my future but taking action to make those dreams a reality. Continue reading
We’re almost two weeks into June and I won’t let this month to pass without me sharing what I was thankful for last month.
- Predictably, I’m going to start by thanking God for journey mercies to and from Nigeria. My mom and I left Canada at the end of April and we arrived safely back here at the end of May. The flights were great (being fat on a plane, not so much), and I thank God that I’m more confident about flying with every flight I take.
Getting to Nigeria is one thing, but security when moving around is a serious issue. We travelled from Akure to Ilorin and it was the most frightening part of the trip for me: the driver took risks while driving that I wouldn’t take even if I was driving my enemy. He refused to ask for directions even when he got lost twice—the first time, it wasn’t a case of we were going east instead of west; we literally drove around in a huge circle. At one point we ended up on a heavily eroded dirt road, the forest was on either side of us and no other cars were behind or in front of us for the whole stretch. I later found out that I wasn’t the only one praying that we would get out of there before darkness fell—the road was totally abandoned and God forbid we should run out of gas. After that experience, you’d think the driver would be contrite but no: the next time we got lost, the guy waited until five of us were yelling at him before he would seek direction!