A Presby Love Story. Hmm so we have different accounts of this so called “How we met”. But we do agree on one thing, we don’t exactly remember the first time we saw each other So if you were looking forward to a ‘love at first sight’ you won’t find it here lol. It’s kind of a mixture of a dance, mysterious texting, and jollof rice. Sounds like a lot right? Stay tuned Bride: Ugh every time someone asks me, I really just want to say church is how we met. But that never seems to be enough, but I am so serious. What I remember is that I was minding my business like I always am at a church event for youth. Of course Foster is there, because I mean he’s Foster right. I knew who he was, but I didn’t actually know him. All I remember was that he asked, actually no INSISTED that I dance with him. I refused, but he’s quite convincing so I caved in. After that I think someone gave him my number, we began talking and he has been INSISTING ever since. I began to enjoy his company and the way he makes me feel happy and loved so I was like ‘ooooo is this my future hubby?” The rest lies in our journey ahead… Groom: Ok, so first off there was no dance. What actually happened is quite intricate, but I will simplify. It involved me communicating with her for a while without her actually knowing it was me. I actually got her number because I was in charge of picking up jollof rice that she had made. I remember saying she was cute to myself, but the truth is I was in a relationship so I had to chill. But fast forward, I used the fact that I had her number to my advantage and began talking to her, BUT she had no idea it was me. Either there was another Foster or some other mix up. She could not believe it when I finally revealed myself! So we kind of just went from there, and I’ve been in love with her jollof... Wait I mean with her (lol) ever since. But to be fair, it was NOT EASY, but she was definitely worth it Sincerely, FOSTERITTA, #thegyameraexperience