It all started on a random day when my sister hit me up asking if I’d be interested in getting to know someone. You know, the classic “Are you open to meeting someone?” pitch that makes you wonder if you’ve reached that “Oga go and marry” stage of life. I said, “Maybe.”
A quick scroll through Instagram and a glowing review from a mutual friend later, my “Maybe” turned into a “Most definitely.”
But, of course, love stories aren’t that straightforward. Before I could even say “Hello,” I had to pass an interview—yes, an actual interview—with my cousin, who happened to be married to her cousin. At this point, I was starting to wonder if I was applying for a relationship or a top-secret government job. But I played along, answered the questions, and somehow got the green light (we move!).
Proposed a meet-cute scenario: they’d get her to deliver chocolate from Abuja for my sister, and I’d be the Emeka Ike-lite receiver who uses it as an excuse to strike up a conversation. I immediately called it lame. I mean, come on—my game isn’t that bad. I just asked for her number instead, let the Awa-Ibraheem charm do the talking.
And from the very first message, everything just clicked. The conversation flowed effortlessly, like we were old friends reconnecting. The first time I heard her voice, I couldn’t help but think, “Who is this Gen Z?” She sounded so bubbly and excitable that I half expected her to say “Welcome to my Youtube channel!” mid-conversation.
We talked endlessly, and I quickly discovered how open and easygoing she was. When we finally met in person, it felt surreal—like I’d known her forever. We spent the day hanging out, driving around, and sharing stories. There was no pressure, no awkwardness—just vibes.
Now, this might sound straight out of a Nollywood rom-com, but the moment I knew she was the one happened in my car. We were singing along to my playlist, and then “Love on the Brain” by Rihanna came on. She just took over, singing her heart out. The moonlight was shining on her, and I swear it felt like the universe was nudging me, whispering, “Yep, this is her. Don’t screw it up.”
Spoiler alert: I didn’t. *mic drop*
