Later that day, in the evening when I got home, I sat down to ponder on the
information I had just received and my thoughts began to wonder off. They
wondered to the beginning, to the time when it all started.
I remember that day vividly like it was yesterday, the day we first made contact. I didn’t know that something, a meeting that would change the rest of my life was in the offing that wonderful day as I walked out of the house. All I knew was that I felt unusually calm. I felt good about myself. There was this happy spring in my steps and I felt very confident. I just felt good to be alive that day.
I took the fifteen minute walk to one of the cyber café’s in the area and promptly secured a ticket for one hour’s worth of time on one of their computers.
I sat down at the computer nearest to me, logged in and started the yahoo messenger program installed on the system.
No sooner had I logged in than I noticed a contact I had added to my list of friends. I didn’t know this person and for all I knew he or she was probably just added to my contact along side a lot of other unknown individuals who had one question or the other to ask me.
You see I registered this particular yahoo messenger account to chat with people who had read any of my various books and who had question they wanted to ask me about my books or their relationships so I didn’t exactly know the people who formed the contact or friends list as they were basically people who had read my books; some of them as far away as Ghana or South Africa.
Well I decided to start a conversation with this particular contact and soon discovered that she was a female. I asked if she had any question to ask me about relationships or my book and she said no. I asked if she had a boyfriend and she said no. “hmm… interesting”.
We started chatting and somehow we just seemed to get along. I was actually in a relationship at that time but that relationship was in reality as far from being satisfactory as the sun is far from the earth. The lady I was dating at that time didn’t really seem to understand me and neither did I. don’t get me wrong, she was a nice sweet person but when it came to communication it seemed like she spoke German which I didn’t understand while I spoke Greek which she also didn’t understand so in a way there was a lot of tension in the relationship.
Now I here I was chatting with this person I had never met and we just seemed to be speaking exactly the same language. We were on the same wavelength and every extra minute I spent chatting with her made me feel closer to her; I decided that I must know this person better.
I prodded her for her phone number and while she was reluctant at first, an additional hour of persuasion finally got her to hand over the digits.
Elated, we went on with our conversation a little longer and finally called it a day with a promise to call her later that day.
As I stepped out of the café feeling like I had won a million dollars. There was something I couldn’t explain about this girl I had just met and I couldn’t put a finger to what it was exactly but all I knew was that it made me feel good.
Come to think of it she didn’t have a profile picture online so it couldn’t have been her looks that caught my attention. It was something more profound; it must have been her personality.
I had no idea how this person looked like or what they would be like in person but I just felt like I had just met someone special.
Getting home, I waited a few minutes then called her. The minute I heard her voice over the phone line I felt like I just had to have this girl.
She sounded, sweet, feminine, gentle, caring and I guess above all, very friendly. We talked for close to an hour that day and when I ran out of money to buy additional airtime I finally gave up and said good night.
From that night on we spoke often on the phone and I had to persuade her to meet up with me in person for three weeks or thereabout before she finally agreed to meet with me. Nevertheless even while I waited to get an actual date with her we talked daily on he phone and each time we spoke I felt closer to her.
Finally it was “D” day and we were set meet. We arranged to meet at a fast food joint close to her house.
With the directions she gave me I found my way to Festac and got down at the bus-stop. I called her and in a few minutes she was at the bus-stop to meet me.
At first I was a little taken aback by her looks. She actually looked kind of older than I had expected yet she was beautiful, standing there straight and elegant like a queen; pleasing to the eyes, wonderful to behold. Within just about five minutes of talking to her, I was falling in love.
This girl was wonderful, she was special, she was a miracle. I couldn’t believe my luck. I had met the girl of my dreams and it happened when I wasn’t even searching.
We had a long talk where we exchanged information about each other and at the end of the day I was really very reluctant to leave because before me was the girl I had searched for all my life.
On my way home I remember saying a short silent prayer while I was in the bus, I remember the exact words because I had never said such a prayer concerning any girl before or after her. I said, “God thank you for giving me what I have been searching for all these years”.
The following months were blissful, the best months of my life ever. Regardless of however busy my schedule was or how busy Ella was, we always found time to see each other at least twice a week; sometimes more.
I had deep feeling for Ella and I believe she felt the same way about me too. I believe she did because she told me she did and was on my case to come meet her parents.
We could hardly beer to spend a waking moment away from each other. She was my air, the reason I smiled each morning when I woke up.
I loved Ella and she was the first thing, the first person I thought of each morning when I got out of bed. Ella made life worth living for me; gave a whole new meaning to my reality, my existence.
Then the devil struck, or was it my foolish ego or insecurity that struck. Whichever it was, a sudden madness took over me because of a little disagreement we had and I would not let it go; I would not forgive and forget.
I allowed foolish pride to get in the way of the love, the happiness I was so privileged to have. Then I lost her; I lost the love of my life.
Today Ella is married to another man and she has two kids for him. Today Ella is not my wife, she is another mans wife. So you may ask, why the hell am I writing an article about another mans wife? Shouldn’t I be searching for mine?
I have searched, and in my searching I have found that while a man must desire and search for a wife, a good wife, his soul mate can only be brought to him by God.
I write this piece about Ella because even though our destinies have parted, she left a deep and lasting impression on me. She showed me what it means for a woman to be a blessing to a man. What it means for a woman to be herself and to love being herself, to be gracious.
I wrote this piece because Ella gave me a chance to truly love and for that I will forever be grateful to her.
I remember that day vividly like it was yesterday, the day we first made contact. I didn’t know that something, a meeting that would change the rest of my life was in the offing that wonderful day as I walked out of the house. All I knew was that I felt unusually calm. I felt good about myself. There was this happy spring in my steps and I felt very confident. I just felt good to be alive that day.
I took the fifteen minute walk to one of the cyber café’s in the area and promptly secured a ticket for one hour’s worth of time on one of their computers.
I sat down at the computer nearest to me, logged in and started the yahoo messenger program installed on the system.
No sooner had I logged in than I noticed a contact I had added to my list of friends. I didn’t know this person and for all I knew he or she was probably just added to my contact along side a lot of other unknown individuals who had one question or the other to ask me.
You see I registered this particular yahoo messenger account to chat with people who had read any of my various books and who had question they wanted to ask me about my books or their relationships so I didn’t exactly know the people who formed the contact or friends list as they were basically people who had read my books; some of them as far away as Ghana or South Africa.
Well I decided to start a conversation with this particular contact and soon discovered that she was a female. I asked if she had any question to ask me about relationships or my book and she said no. I asked if she had a boyfriend and she said no. “hmm… interesting”.
We started chatting and somehow we just seemed to get along. I was actually in a relationship at that time but that relationship was in reality as far from being satisfactory as the sun is far from the earth. The lady I was dating at that time didn’t really seem to understand me and neither did I. don’t get me wrong, she was a nice sweet person but when it came to communication it seemed like she spoke German which I didn’t understand while I spoke Greek which she also didn’t understand so in a way there was a lot of tension in the relationship.
Now I here I was chatting with this person I had never met and we just seemed to be speaking exactly the same language. We were on the same wavelength and every extra minute I spent chatting with her made me feel closer to her; I decided that I must know this person better.
I prodded her for her phone number and while she was reluctant at first, an additional hour of persuasion finally got her to hand over the digits.
Elated, we went on with our conversation a little longer and finally called it a day with a promise to call her later that day.
As I stepped out of the café feeling like I had won a million dollars. There was something I couldn’t explain about this girl I had just met and I couldn’t put a finger to what it was exactly but all I knew was that it made me feel good.
Come to think of it she didn’t have a profile picture online so it couldn’t have been her looks that caught my attention. It was something more profound; it must have been her personality.
I had no idea how this person looked like or what they would be like in person but I just felt like I had just met someone special.
Getting home, I waited a few minutes then called her. The minute I heard her voice over the phone line I felt like I just had to have this girl.
She sounded, sweet, feminine, gentle, caring and I guess above all, very friendly. We talked for close to an hour that day and when I ran out of money to buy additional airtime I finally gave up and said good night.
From that night on we spoke often on the phone and I had to persuade her to meet up with me in person for three weeks or thereabout before she finally agreed to meet with me. Nevertheless even while I waited to get an actual date with her we talked daily on he phone and each time we spoke I felt closer to her.
Finally it was “D” day and we were set meet. We arranged to meet at a fast food joint close to her house.
With the directions she gave me I found my way to Festac and got down at the bus-stop. I called her and in a few minutes she was at the bus-stop to meet me.
At first I was a little taken aback by her looks. She actually looked kind of older than I had expected yet she was beautiful, standing there straight and elegant like a queen; pleasing to the eyes, wonderful to behold. Within just about five minutes of talking to her, I was falling in love.
This girl was wonderful, she was special, she was a miracle. I couldn’t believe my luck. I had met the girl of my dreams and it happened when I wasn’t even searching.
We had a long talk where we exchanged information about each other and at the end of the day I was really very reluctant to leave because before me was the girl I had searched for all my life.
On my way home I remember saying a short silent prayer while I was in the bus, I remember the exact words because I had never said such a prayer concerning any girl before or after her. I said, “God thank you for giving me what I have been searching for all these years”.
The following months were blissful, the best months of my life ever. Regardless of however busy my schedule was or how busy Ella was, we always found time to see each other at least twice a week; sometimes more.
I had deep feeling for Ella and I believe she felt the same way about me too. I believe she did because she told me she did and was on my case to come meet her parents.
We could hardly beer to spend a waking moment away from each other. She was my air, the reason I smiled each morning when I woke up.
I loved Ella and she was the first thing, the first person I thought of each morning when I got out of bed. Ella made life worth living for me; gave a whole new meaning to my reality, my existence.
Then the devil struck, or was it my foolish ego or insecurity that struck. Whichever it was, a sudden madness took over me because of a little disagreement we had and I would not let it go; I would not forgive and forget.
I allowed foolish pride to get in the way of the love, the happiness I was so privileged to have. Then I lost her; I lost the love of my life.
Today Ella is married to another man and she has two kids for him. Today Ella is not my wife, she is another mans wife. So you may ask, why the hell am I writing an article about another mans wife? Shouldn’t I be searching for mine?
I have searched, and in my searching I have found that while a man must desire and search for a wife, a good wife, his soul mate can only be brought to him by God.
I write this piece about Ella because even though our destinies have parted, she left a deep and lasting impression on me. She showed me what it means for a woman to be a blessing to a man. What it means for a woman to be herself and to love being herself, to be gracious.
I wrote this piece because Ella gave me a chance to truly love and for that I will forever be grateful to her.
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