BY DONATUS MERCY
She read the words inscribed on the white paper Dayo had sent to her carefully. She knew Dayo had always had something for her. The long stares, unending calls and gifts explained it all. She remembered a time he had called to say βhiβ.
βHello, good eveningβ he said
βBrother Dayo, good evening sirβ
βErmmβ¦β¦β¦I actually called to say hiβ
βThank you very much sir. May God be with youβ .
After the call, she knew he wanted to say more. Now he had expressed his love for her in written words. He was probably shy to speak before her, she thought.
βToluwalope, youβre positively gorgeous. I canβt seem to get enough of your smile and I get lost staring into your eyes. As beautiful as you are on the outside, itβs your heart for God that I canβt resist. Never before have I met a person who challenged me the way you do. When I talk to you, I want to be a better Christian and a better man. Iβve been praying for a partner in ministry and here you pop up like a direct answer to that prayer. I pray we can keep God at the centre of it. I want us to grow closer to Him together. I feel like God has brought us together for this purpose. This is all new to me but I promise to do my best to lead our relationship towards Christ. Iβm more than convinced that youβre the one for me. Be my missing ribsβ.
She smiled for the umpteenth time as she paid attention to every word in each sentence. Her smile soon faded as she felt a strong restriction in her spirit. She seemed to lost her peace each time she thought of saying βyesβ to Dayo. Dayo fitted into her criteria of the man of her dreams. He was God-fearing and handsome. Oooh, that baritone voice, his American accent was on point too. She liked everything about Dayo unlike Emeka. The fact that Emeka was Igbo turned her off. As if that wasnβt enough, he had a very thick Igbo accent!!!! He didnβt even have a formal education. His dress sense? It irritated her most. She remembered one time he had worn a trouser so big that it could be sewn into an βiro and bubaβ for her petite self. His tie looked so big like I was sewn out of a whole yard of the clothing material. Yes, she remembered his shoes and the annoying sound they made whenever he walked. She simply couldnβt bring herself to his level. The only interesting thing about Emeka was the fact that, he undoubtedly had the fire of God burning in him. When he prays, everyone literally felt the hand of God. Yet, being filled with Godβs fire wasnβt all that Tolu wanted.
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