COINCIDENCE OR DIVINE INTERVENTION

BY SUSAN WESEY

October 3, 2002, how can I ever forget that fateful day, a day that have changed my life permanently. On the morning of that fateful day, I left home early to enable me to print out more copies of my final year project in College. I had a few days to submit or otherwise forfeit graduation that year. I drove like a mad girl, rushing to school, hoping not to meet more procrastinators like me in queue waiting to use the printers. I got to school early and headed for Mellanby Hall, not knowing that I was heading into the hands of a man who later became my husband. Do I call it, coincidence or should I say fate or perhaps divine intervention, call it whatever; but that was the day I met AUSTIN, phew… I parked the car carried my bag and my unbounded project which I must say was somewhat heavy but who cares, I was determined to submit the project that very day.

As I headed towards the basement of the hall where the printers were located, I heard a voice “finalist”. Initially I ignored the voice, however I heard the voice again and on looking up I saw a dashing young man in fact his eyebrows were what caught my attention, I tried talking but he took my breath away and then he decided to come downstairs to see me and talk more. Hmm… that was the beginning of the end of my spinsterhood.  Hi! He said. Hello I replied, wow this guy is not bad at all I said to myself. As he was about to tell me his name, my ex-boyfriend Bernard (Known as Ben) appeared from nowhere. Tell me what should I have done at that moment? I just broke someone’s (Bernard) heart like a few months to our final exams and I am just meeting someone few weeks to the end of our days in school, what a meeting.

Ah mm; hi Ben, what’s up? Meet my friend. What is your name? Its Austin, OK Austin, Ben meet Austin, Austin this is my friend Ben, of course I would not have said meet my ex-boyfriend Ben. You could see the tint of jealousy in Ben’s eye, poor guy I wonder what his thought was about me at that moment, wicked girl. Well, to be sincere, Ben was a nice guy, patient and pleasant guy but our relationship was not meant to be. Enough of Ben now, back to how I met my hubby. After Ben left, Austin and I got talking and I must confess he is humorous because I can remember, I kept on laughing, giggling and smiling. Silly me, I was already losing my guard. After so much chatting with this mysterious guy, the extra copies of my projects were ready and of course I had to leave Austin to bind them and then submit. Hey Susan, can’t leave just yet, here is my address, I don’t have a phone would have called you, he said. I thought to myself, what is this guy up to? Is he trying to ask me out or what, wait a minute this guy must indeed have a silly girlfriend, nah, I am not interested.
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On second thoughts let me just pay him a visit after all there is no harm in doing that, exams are over, I am about to submit my project and girl freedom here I come. I then told him, Sure, I will come say hello, since you can’t come to my parent’s house. Will appreciate it Susan, do bring some goodies when coming. I said to myself this guy isn’t serious, I should bring him some goodies, but really I think he needs it, because he is so thin gosh! Then I said, bye Austin, “yeah take care of yourself and see you later” he responded. After that, the rest was history as we are happily married and blessed with loving children. © Newlinkafrica.com. To submit article for publication: Info@newlinkafrica.com

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