It all started on a random June day in 2025, just a simple sisters’ date. Just vibes, food, and gist. Then suddenly, enter one mysterious man with Olympic‑level staring skills.
My sister and I kept making fun of the situation;
“Why is this boy looking at us like we’re the season finale of his favorite show? If he wants to shoot his shot at any of us, he should and not finish us with his eyes.”
So when he asked the attendants to get one of our numbers as we were leaving, we just looked at each other like, “Ah. Finally.”
We started talking. Then talking turned into friendship. Friendship turned into “good morning, have you eaten?” And before we knew it, his voice became the part of my day I looked forward to the most. If we didn’t talk, my whole day felt incomplete. Unbalanced. Like something important was missing.
Turns out, I wasn’t the only one feeling that way, apparently I had a permanent throne in his heart from day one.
Now, let me be honest. At first, I was nervous. I had my doubts. I kept thinking,
“God, please… don’t let this be another chapter in Nearly All the Men in Lagos Are Mad.”
