I met him in church one Sunday morning. He sat next to
me and I couldn’t help it but recognize the kind of
gentleman he was. He was soft spoken and had this shyness
on her face anytime he tried to talk to me. During the
service, I realized he was finding it uneasy to sing along
with the church because he didn’t come along with a hymn
book. I shared mine. We both sang from the same hymn
book and got closer as the service progressed. After the last
grace was said by the priest and the church dispersed, he
turned to me and said thank you. I smiled and asked his
name. “I’m Martin,” he said. “Nice meeting you Martin” I
responded. But before I could turn around and leave, he
told me; “Actually, this is my first time being here.” Amid
smiles he continued. “and it’s great finding a friend at my
first time in church. Do you mind if I called you
sometimes?” We exchanged contacts and left each other’s
presence. Truth be told, I was going through the hardest
times of my life. The man I’ve dated for about two years
just called it quit and I was very devastated. I was nursing
my wounds when Martin came along. He kept crossing my
mind all week but I resolved not to call him until he does.
He never called until we met in church again the next
Sunday. Inwardly, I felt guilty for thinking about him the
way I did all week. That’s girlish. But we had another good
service together, singing from the same hymn book and
making fun under our breath. After the service, he called
when he got home. We started chatting on Whatsapp and
grew closer together as the days pass. I shared my
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