Like Rihanna said in one of her songs, “we found love in a hopeless place…” those weren’t just mere lyrical words, people are indeed finding love in unexpected places and situations. Our subject on this episode of My Story on Yarn Central is a young lady who shares her story on how what was supposed to be a gloomy rainy morning turned out to start something remarkably beautiful. Enjoy!
“I have always been a superstitious person. Anything that happened to me had to be a sign from God or the Universe, it’s just how I am wired.
That morning was one of those mornings where I wished I could go back to bed and call in sick at work. It started badly and I didn’t believe anything good could happen. It was raining cat and dog and all I had was a flimsy nylon raincoat that I bought from a roadside vendor. I got it for #200 and I couldn’t stop feeling like I was ripped off. If I was to buy that raincoat at Lagos market, it wouldn’t have cost anything more than #50.
I walked stiffly to the bus park where I already expected a nightmare awaiting me. The dreaded 7:00am queue at Iyana-Oworo bus stop made me wish I didn’t have to take that route to work but I had to. On arriving at the bus stop I looked at the long line before me and I knew in that moment that I wasn’t going to meet up with the 9:00am resumption time at work. If I had counted I would have been number 155 on the line. I faked a nonchalant walk and went to stand in line.
I was already wishing the day would either restart or I’d miraculously find someone to give me a ride to work but there was no such luck. How I was still sleepy even after going to bed early I couldn’t explain but I knew I was dozing while standing in line. Then I perceived it, or rather I caught a whiff of that miraculous masculine musk and I was alert again. Someone had come to stand behind me and boy did my day already feel brighter!
I knew it was a guy but I still hadn’t seen the face of the person. All I knew was he kept talking on the phone with a voice that’s enough to sweep even the toughest lady off her feet. It felt soft and career-like. I just had to see it. The face matched the bursting anticipation in me. If Bollywood has taught me anything, it’s how to fake something. I put that skill of mine into work as I placed my phone to my ear and called out, “hello, hello, you’re where? No I’m standing in line, yeah at the bus stop, I can’t see you o”. There and then I turned around to catch a glimpse of him and I was in masculine perfect heaven. He was gorgeous, tall, slim and had this nerdiness about him. I could tell with his art director like glasses that he’d be cool since he was dressed in a Gen Z manner and any man that could pull off that look must be really cool.
I didn’t talk to him throughout the stay on the queue because of course I had to protect my pride but I was already debating with God in my mind “Lord if he’s supposed to be mine let him talk to me.” Well he sort of spoke to me eventually. Our keke came and luckily I was seated right in the middle, cushioned by him and a large lady. The typical Lagos keke driver started his own, “if you no get change, abeg come down.” I didn’t have change and I wasn’t about to come down in the middle of a downpour and my potential man was staring at the driver and me and I wished once again that he’d talk to me. Then he said “ hey, you can sit. I think I have some change in my bag, I’ll check on our way. Hurray! He’s mine forever and ever! I kept screaming in my head. I responded with a simple “thank you” while throwing a stink eye to the driver.
We got on our way and I wasn’t over the high that he talked to me, I was definitely going to be telling my best friend all about the man that God has promised me. Oh and I was right, he was an artsy person because he had a tablet in one hand and was doing some illustration thingy. I knew then that he must be a soft boy because in what part of Nigeria will you openly operate an iPad while commuting.
I got to my stop first and had to come down, after the change issue he hadn’t spoken another word to me but he did graze my fingers while passing me the money. I held my fingers crossed as I said thanks and got off, I was sad but I also had a resumption time to meet up. We’d meet again I kept thinking.
And I was right, we met again…”
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