Not every day you argue with the person you're meant to spend the rest of your life with on the first day you meet—or should I say e-meet if we’re being politically correct. That was the case with Toni and I. We met on Clubhouse in 2020, just a few weeks after the COVID lockdown. It was peak lockdown energy, peak Clubhouse era, and peak feminist movement—when it had its teeth on the throats of every woman in Nigeria 😅. We were in a room, ranting about experiences with badly behaved Uber drivers. And she didn't blame it on the patriarchy? I was like... wait, what do we have here? Naturally, the conversation spilled onto IG (of course—because everybody knows you can't go straight from Clubhouse to WhatsApp. There’s protocol. There's steez. Plus, moving too fast like that? Conversations die 😎). So I played it cool—one emoji reply to her stories at a time 😌. Before you know it, we were video calling like old friends. We met up a couple of times—first at IMAX Lekki, while I was still “monitoring her behavior” 👀. Gotta collect data, you know? Then life happened. We stopped talking for about a year—give or take. I thought I had found the LOML elsewhere, and like a responsible gent, I told her. We agreed to remain friends. (Not like we weren't just friends anyway, but I guess that was me making my earlier campaign intentions known... and officially calling it off 🫡). Fast forward many reels later and a couple of morning meals in my belly (breakfast), I sent her a text: “That campaign I thought was my last? E be like say na side-quest. I’m back to being a free agent.”  And ironically, she was also going through a breakup at the time (she had been in a relationship all along but never told me because I never asked, can you imagine? Explains why she was difficult to read and always kept it very casual, even I knew my game was on point) Coincidentally, work moved me from the mainland to the Island and guess who was there helping me get settled? Yep. Toni. And at that point, I just knew. She was the one. So, I did what any man of sense would do... I started cooking for her 🍜. I learned the fine art of stir-fry from Chimzy and Meji and just went to work 🔥. April 2023, I asked her out. She said yes—because... have you tasted my stir-fry??? December 2024, I asked her to marry me. And here we are. It’s been a less-than-straightforward journey—marked with good times, misunderstandings, me being awesome (as usual), and a whole lot of joint decisions. But one thing has always been clear: My conviction that she is the one. 💍 And on the 3rd of May, you get to celebrate that conviction with us—the evidence of her recurring decision to choose me... and mine to choose her ❤️.