Meeting Kome was like ordering jollof rice and getting free fried plantain on the side—unexpected, delightful, and obviously meant to be. Honestly, it felt like the universe had called a meeting with my destiny and said, “Today’s the day, people!” It all started on a Thursday (yes, the day nobody expects magic to happen). I had gone to the business office to make some payments—adulting things. While I was being attended to, a lady stood beside me quietly, probably judging my paperwork game. After I was done, we somehow exited at the same time. She turned to me and said, “Are you Nigerian?” I paused. Should I say yes? Was this a scam? But I laughed and asked her why she thought so. Apparently, she’d overheard me speaking earlier and connected the dots. Nigerians, we don’t hide our accents, even when we try. We chatted a bit, and just like that, she invited me to an African Students' Organization (ASO) meeting. I nodded politely, fully intending to never show up—because why would I spend my free time in a student meeting, right? But then, fate did its thing. For some strange reason, I had nothing else to do that day. So, I showed up, and boom—it happened. There I was, chilling in my seat, when she walked in. Cue slow motion. Wind blowing (indoors, by the way). Background music? Check. It felt like a Bollywood movie scene but with better dancing potential. Kome walked in, and my brain just whispered, “Yup, that’s her. That’s the wife.” Back to reality—turns out, there was an election that day, and guess who was running for ASO president? That’s right. Madam Bollywood herself. Now, I didn’t understand a single word she said in her campaign speech, not because she wasn’t clear, but because my brain was too busy writing wedding vows. But whatever she said sounded wise, presidential, and laced with future-Mrs. energy. She won the election, obviously. I mean, I voted with both my heart and my brain, and I’m pretty sure the rest of the room was just as enchanted. After the meeting, I did the smoothest thing ever—I introduced myself and got her number. Victory! Or so I thought... Because right after that? She ghosted me. Full Casper the Friendly Ghost. Poof! Gone. I was refreshing messages like a stock trader during a crash. Fast forward a few months—I saw her again at the parking lot. Destiny clearly said, “You’re not done yet, my boy.” So I doubled down, went in with better game and less awkwardness, and this time? It clicked. From that moment on, we started spending time together—dates, laughter, vibes. And let me tell you, those were some of the most beautiful, hilarious, and heartwarming days of my life. At some point, I didn’t need a prophet, palm reader, or zodiac chart—I knew. She was the one.