It was the day of my uncle's wedding and the wedding party was about to proceed inside. There was one problem, though. I was just added to the wedding a month before, and I didn't know how I was walking in with. I said out loud to myself, "Who am I walking with?" Cue a tall guy with glasses who just happened to hear me. He casually put his arm out towards me and I smile... Problem solved! I gladly take it and get ready to walk in. He asks me if I'm nervous, and I tell him, no. I've been in several weddings, so I knew the program. We eventually walk down the aisle, sit down, and this guy wastes no time trying to get to know me. The only problem was that I wanted to stay present for my uncle's wedding! Fast forward to the close of the reception later that evening, and the guy asks for my number. Honestly, I was skeptical. He knew I didn't reside in Ghana and I thought he would just waste my time. I gave him my number anyway because I couldn't deny the fact that he had been extremely friendly towards me all day. On the way home, I open up Instagram and upload a picture that the guy and I took after the ceremony. I jokingly captioned it, "Me and my ozzband." Once at home, I found myself staring at the picture even longer and thought to myself, "We look good together." It was at that moment that I began to like this guy I barely knew. I would spend the next couple of days referring back to the pictures we took, memories of our interactions we had at the wedding, and his kindness towards me on that day we met. There was even a day I found myself wishing we could somehow get together as a couple before I returned to the States. But I immediately brushed off that crazy thought. I mean, what were the odds?! Yet, as days continued to pass by, I felt myself missing someone I barely knew, anticipating the day he would finally contact me. I'll let him pick it up from here! 😉

It was a chilly night on 28th December, 2019 and my body craved for a blanket. I coiled myself in one and yet memories of the wedding, particularly the wedding reception, wouldn't allow me to sleep. I began to ponder over how good I felt around that pretty damsel I danced with during our entry to the reception grounds. It was a genuine moment of truth for us because it was obvious we had never performed such an act in public before. Yet our shadows could even attest to fact that we stood firm, and enjoyed it in our own way to the extent that the crowd couldn't resist to cheer us on with a thunderous applause. Fast forwarded to present moment--the "real" me kicked in as I kept going back and forth as to whether I should contact the pretty angel I saw earlier in the day or I should let it slide. Believe me, nervousness crept in as my senses began to argue with each other. I decided to end it by giving her a late night call. But that stubbornness in me came in strongly along with the excuse that I barely knew this lady. Plus, what are the chances she's also thinking about me or even harbouring feelings for me. So I decided to it slide and went it to bed with the thought that I was gonna delete her number the following day. A new day came, I picked my phone to delete her number and I could literally see my whole being trembling in fear, particularly my right hand. I decided against deleting her number and kept my cool. The next day, my stubbornness continued and I assured myself that I wasn't gonna bow to the wishes of my heart. However, on the 3rd following the wedding, my heart, mind, body and soul proved to me that I couldn't resist them when they are in sync. Therefore I finally sent Lami a text and without even noticing, I had started flirting with her and that's how the journey to our marriage began.