Friday, 19th February 2016
Today was a great day. I woke up with a new song to God. I spent more time in fellowship with God. I was about to take a big step and I needed His counsel. I decided not to eat anything this morning. I went straight from home to Ken’s office. I had his business card, so it was easy to locate his office. It was a big company in the central business district of Abuja. I entered the reception and told the receptionist that I was there to see Ken. Although she was polite, she gave me a skeptical look and told me that I had to book an appointment to see ‘The boss.’ I then asked her if he was in the office. She gave me a look I couldn’t really define… it wasn’t a nice one though. She said he wasn’t in, but even if he was, I wouldn’t be able to see him without an appointment. She said I should wait for his secretary to come so that I can book an appointment. I just sat on the comfortable sofa in the reception and began to think on why exactly I had come. I began to contemplate leaving. I felt that that it was possible that God was trying to stop me from talking to him. The receptionist greeted someone in a very tiny voice, different from the authoritative one she had spoken to me with, and that drew my attention. I looked towards the entrance and saw Ken walk in. He looked happy to see me, though I wasn’t too sure. I could hardly look at his face.
He walked up to me and we exchanged pleasantries. I was really tempted to tell the receptionist “In your face!!” but I kept my cool. I noticed that her attitude towards me changed as Ken took my hand and led me to his office. She just kept bowing her head.
As soon as we got to his beautifully furnished office, he told me that it was a pleasant surprise to see me in his office. I was so shy that I could hardly make eye contact. I just kept staring at the ground and wondering what was going on in his mind. He spoke after a few moments of silence, asking me what was up. I wasn’t sure what to say or where to start from, but I mentally asked the Holy Spirit to take over.
I began to explain my reasons for asking for a few days to think about being in a relationship with him. I told him about Ade, being the major reason for my indecision and how I had to seek God in order not to make a mistake.
I asked him why he had developed feelings for me. His answer was just amazing. He said that he couldn’t place his hand on a single reason but the entirety of who I am, as well as my love for God attracted him to me. Then I asked the same question I asked Ade….. That is, why he wanted to be in a relationship with me and his goal for the relationship.
He took in a deep breath and responded. It was probably the best response I had heard in my life. He told me that he had marriage in view. I explained something about his old self and honoring God. But I wasn’t listening. The word ‘marriage’ made me drift into dreamland for a moment. He continued speaking so I mentally compelled myself to listen to him. He told me that he might not be able to assure me that he would get married to me at this moment, but he will try to make it work and by God’s grace we will end up happily ever after.
After he spoke, I took in a deep breath and told him that I would like to be in a relationship with him and so I am saying yes to his proposal as a starting point. He just smiled and nodded calmly. I wasn’t calm…. I was feeling really shy and those butterflies in my stomach were not helping.
I tried to calm myself down by breathing softly through my mouth for a couple of seconds. I was glad he didn’t notice my self-calming methods. I then suggested that there should be rules guiding our relationship. I suggested that we should write down or ideas of the dos’ and don’ts of the relationship and show it to each other over dinner tomorrow evening.
After making the suggestion it hit me that I had just requested a date. I am sure that if I was light skinned, my face would have been red because I was sure I was blushing. I looked at my wristwatch and told him I had to return to work. He offered to see me off, but I insisted that he shouldn’t bother. As soon as I was outside his office door, I released the breath I had been holding. As I walked out of the reception, I notice the receptionist tried to be friendly. I couldn’t resist the urge to be unfriendly. I nodded at whatever greeting she was uttering and stepped out. I will be nice to her the next time I see her, but she just needed to learn to be nice to people.
I went to my office and could hardly concentrate. I gave thanks to God as I knew that one of my prayer requests from 12 days of Glory was gradually being answered. I just kept daydreaming.
I am somebody’s girlfriend!! After over a year of waiting for Mr. Right.
I called Joyce and gave her the full gist. She was surprised that so much had happened since Tuesday. She asked how I felt, and I told her that I was bursting with excitement. She told me that it was a proof that I had made the right decision.
I asked her what I should put on my list of dos and don’ts. She told me that it wasn’t her place to decide that. She told me to ask the Holy Spirit…… So, I did.
I spent the rest of my working hours studying the Bible. I had little to do today and I had finished up before calling up Joyce, so I had enough free time. I kept looking at what was and wasn’t expected of a wife and a husband in the bible. I just knew that this wouldn’t be like any carnal relationship that will be broken off for any reason.
Ken is my husband and I know it!!
I wrote a lot of notes browsed a lot of Christian relationship sites and got insights form there. I went for workers home training meeting and Mummy Dee (Pastor Modele; the co-senior pastor of COZA and wife of Rev. Biodun) was there. She preached about relationship to my surprise. She was accurate in her message, like she was speaking directly to me, and it added to my insight of what is expected in a Christian relationship. At the end of the day, I had an idea of all I wanted to write, but I decided that I will put it all down tomorrow. It is way too late. We closed very late from the workers meeting.
Good night diary.