I stared at the cards, frightened, wondering where he was going with them. I raised my shaking hands, then tapped a card, and he smiled and opened it. On it was the picture of a car.
I called in sick the next morning; it was my decision, but Zik’s idea. He suggested I skipped work and have fun, and I decided that that was what I was going to do.
Standing on the altar, in front of a man I love, exchanging heartfelt vows, was something I never thought I was going to do. I believed in love, in having a soulmate, but after many failed relationships, I concluded mine did not exist. “I, Okafor Fortune, take you, Nnadi Samuel to be my husband, to… Continue reading How we met