Whenever I remember how I met my husband I will just laugh out loud because I learned a lot of lessons which I'd love to share with my readers here so they too can learn from my experience.
As a young girl growing up in a small community, my mom always told me to treat everyone nicely and that this world is a very small place. “You'll always have to meet people you've met before, so try as much as possible to be fine with people”, she will always say. My mom will say, Strive as much as you can to be at peace with people, no matter the cost.
Growing up, I tried as much as I could to imbibe this principle and make it my value. One of the things I like about myself is that I do not joke with elderly people's advice. This is because they have been on this earth before me, hence, they have much knowledge and information that can help younger people to live right.
I left home for school seven years ago, and while at school, I happened to meet people from my community, people I wouldn't have thought we could cross paths again in this life. Those moments made me realise my mom's frequent saying that this world is a small place.
Also, I have met people whose lives initially looked as if they would amount to nothing, turning into the best lives anyone could ever imagine. Cases like this make me never write people off, no matter how miserable their lives can be, because there could be a 360-degree turnaround in their lives. So why would I look down on people? The journey of life of people only ends in death; hence, so long as someone is still breathing, there's hope for such a person.
Four years ago, while in school, I walked into a lecturer’s office to purchase the compulsory textbook for a borrowed course from another department. As I entered, the instruction was that each student should buy it personally from the lecturer; that was the only means I could have a personal meeting with any lecturer. Outside of that, count me out. I hardly visited the lecturer's office.
So on that fateful day, the man called me by my ‘home name’, a name that only those who knew me from home could know about. From the name, I concluded that he might have known me, but I didn't recall meeting him anywhere. He explained himself, and so many things about my parents and how they treated him well while he was in my community.
That was the beginning of our friendship which later led to us getting married.
However, when I asked my mom about him, she said that he was homeless, as at that time, he lost both his parents, and his uncle sent him out of the house, so she had to take full responsibility for taking care of him till he decided to travel to the city.
Today we're happily married with children
