It all began in the spring of 2019 at the University of North Texas—a season that, looking back now, was clearly divinely orchestrated. Folarin and I were both enrolled in Accounting 2301, not by choice, but by faith. At the time, I was that girl—school straight to work, no distractions, and quietly walking through a season of heartbreak unknown to many, Michael was also going through the same. One day, we happened to sit next to each other in class, completely unaware that we were both Nigerians. It took a class activity to reveal that connection—and from there, we exchanged numbers. Now let me be honest: this was not love at first sight (that would be a very big lie 😅). But it was the beginning of a chapter God had already written. After that class, I stepped outside and cried—real tears. Not because Folarin is a Yoruba boy ooo 😂 (if you know, you know), but because my heart was heavy. Folarin texted to say class had started, and when I told him I was in tears, he gently asked, “Do you need company?” As a proper Nigerian Igbo babe, I replied, “Abeg NOOOOO” 😂—small shakara must be applied. Plus, why would a man I barely knew witness catarrh running down my nose? Mba nụ! Still, that moment stayed with me. There was something about his kindness—quiet, respectful, steady. A kindhearted stranger. A vessel of comfort. And his voice? Sweeter than Mr. Biggs and Tantalizers combined 😌. From there, one thing led to another. We spent time together, went to a party, and eventually I met his dad—who, by the way, informed me that Folarin had feelings for me before Folarin ever did 😂. It felt like an interview when Daddy(Folarin Father) asked, “So how do you feel about my son?” I answered honestly… very honestly—but that part stays between us and God 😄. Somewhere between late-night calls, endless gist, church visits, prayers, and friendship, I realized I had fallen deeply in love—no parachute, no warning 😂. Loving Folarin was easy. Being loved by him was even easier. Our first official date was on December 4, 2019, at the Dallas Zoo. I dressed my absolute best—heels and a short dress—because why not? Only for winter to almost finish me 😭. Still, Folarin was the perfect gentleman, and that day became one of my favorites. From there, the rest truly became history. Families met. Love deepened. Faith anchored us. And after five years of friendship and dating, by God’s grace, we got engaged on September 29, 2024. The proposal took place in a movie theater in The Colony, and it was breathtaking. Truly God-ordained. I once told my friend that to surprise me, they’d need the Holy Spirit’s help—and clearly, they listened 😭. It was one of the best days of my life. Our love story is a testimony of God’s grace. In fact, Folarin didn’t even need the credit he attended UNT for—he later transferred and completed his degree elsewhere—proof that God placed him there for one purpose: for us to meet. “He makes all things beautiful in His time.” — Ecclesiastes 3:11