THE DAY HE SAID I LOVE YOU
I remember the first day he said “I love you.” That time, he had not asked me out or anything like that, maybe he was still thinking about it. We had just started talking very frequently online, getting used to the rhythm of each other’s presence. Then that particular day, we were both invited to speak at a fellowship. My heart skipped twice when I saw him, and I’m almost sure his own did too, because of the way he looked at me. He walked in with his guys, and I could tell they were already making side comments and teasing him. You know boys, they always know when one of them is in love. Me, I came alone. I still remember what I wore, my favourite Ankara gown at the time, green and white, simple but beautiful. I think I had a scarf on, I'm not entirely sure anymore. I just knew I wanted to sit quietly in the congregation as an invited guest. I didn’t want that whole “You’re welcome ma, come to the front” serere. During praise and worship, I was even praying silently, “Father, ...