The Story of Us (Part 2)

This post was meant to go up on Sunday but I was having internet issues at home so I’ll just put up what I wrote then (never mind the two day lapse)

Hey guys,

I don’t know about you all but it’s been such a stressful week for me; I was hoping for a bit of downtime especially where work is concerned but it seems like there’s more to do than normal. I guess we haven’t yet gotten the holiday memo. I’m hoping things will be much better this Christmas week.

Speaking of which, Christmas is here again and with it comes the call to count our blessings and remember the things we have to be grateful for. Look guys, I won’t overlook the fact that it’s been a tough year, especially for those of us living in Nigeria. But the truth is that life itself is a reason to be grateful. So instead of focusing on what you don’t have and haven’t accomplished, focus on the fact that you are alive. As long as there is life, there is hope.

Alright guys, no need to keep you in suspense any longer. The story of us continues….Moyo and I had our first date at Ice Cream Factory in Lekki. If you had asked me at the time, I definitely would not have called it a date. Truthfully, I did not think much of it. As far as I was concerned, I was hanging out with a guy and I had no idea how things were going to play out. If anything, he started out with a serious disadvantage because he is Yoruba and I only wanted to date Igbo guys (bringing that up with my parents was not the easiest thing to do but that’s a story for another day). Our first time out was interesting because I had never talked so much about myself before. I was used to having to look for space to insert myself in my conversations with guys on dates but this was very different.

We hung out for two hours and we were just talking. It was very much a new experience for me and it definitely made him stand out. He was walking me back to my car when he asked me out again and I agreed. One thing I will say for sure ladies is that when a guy really wants you, he will make it clear; he will NOT play with your emotions and he will NOT keep you guessing. He will understand your value and what you are worth and he will do everything in his power to make you his. It IS that simple, please believe me.

We were talking for about a month when he told me he wanted us to be in a relationship. I told him that I needed time to think about it and pray about it and I did (need time that is). To be honest, I was struggling with letting go of the ideas I had of the kind of person I wanted to end up with. And I was not going to enter into a relationship with a guy if I didn’t think I could marry him.

It was not your typical romance story; boy meets girl, girl is ecstatic about meeting boy after going through a frog or two, boy and girl fall in love and live happily ever after. Nah, that’s not what happened here. God used Moyo to work on me, to make me a better person and help me realize that His plans for me might not always be what I would choose for myself and that can be very difficult to accept. But when you let go and allow God have His way, the path He carves out for you is infinitely more beautiful than you could ever have imagined for yourself. Amazing things happen when you let God write your love story.

Stay posted for the third (and final) part of the story coming your way next week.

Yours,

Grace’s Daughter.

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