Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness.
I have been trying not to write about what is going on but I can’t anymore.
One day on 30th December, 2016 I saw this video about women in their late 40’s and mid 50’s discussing how hard it was to find a black man to marry. And going on and on about their lack of a mate.
Occasionally I get really mad at God because at times, I think that He does whatever He wants and it’s supposed to be good for you. Even if you do not think so. So I was like, “Really God, I’m I going to die single?” Like will we be discussing this man is in my 60’s?
I normally do not try to find a man, I actually love being single and do not make any activity to change this status, at all.
So I thought to myself, maybe I do need to do something here coz maybe my fate is to be single perpetually. Maybe God wants me to be single perpetually.
January 15th 2017, started like a normal day. I went to church in the morning and had my usual wardrobe decisions to make. I came back home and later that evening was going through my Facebook feed and saw an attractive Kenyan man dressed to the nines. He was in Abu Dhabi on that Sunday.
Without hesitation I sent him a friend request.
Let’s call him Mr. Chocolate King (not his real name).
So he accepted my Facebook request (this is totally normal for Kenyans to be Facebook friends even though you don’t know each other. I have not met most of my 800 Facebook friends.)
We then had this long chat.
I told him I write and he said so does he. In English and freaking Norwegian. His sister had written a book and was a speaker.
On that Sunday I was like, “Mmh, well he is not a pastor.”
I don’t know why I imagined my future husband would be a pastor.
That’s coz I love God so much and I like to imagine the packaging God would send me. Of course he would be a pastor.
But as Rick Warren likes to say, “I am not God. And my ways are not His ways.”
On Monday he travelled to Kenya and got back in touch with me on Tuesday.
And since then, we talk daily. He is extremely funny, has lived in multiple countries outside Kenya, very tall, black, has a very established career, is so intelligent; sometimes I do not understand what he says.
I’m like, “You know I’m both smart and not so smart. I am a kaleidoscope.”
And he is like he will teach me. He is a Christian who attends church. He is a gentleman. He treats me like I am the beehive. Omg.
Anyway, coz I write a lot about single life and dating, I thought that this would be a perfect writing gift from God.
I surrendered the men part to God, have been celibate for a year and was not looking for any man anywhere or even dating anybody.
Then God rewarded me with this man and it was a perfect picture and I KNEW, JUST KNEW he was the one and he would propose and we would have a big wedding. Of course if we knew God was behind it all it would be so easy, perfect and rosy. Fairy tale like.
I always tell him like he is like a tornado landing in a small town. The small town being me…………….
Today is 32 days after we met.
This month has been crazy to say the least. So many unexpected things happened and I thought I would write about what really stood out to me. The lessons meeting Mr. King taught me.
I can’t right now promise this man is my husband because he likes making a lot of promises and at my age I am like, “I want action. I need action.”
Actions do speak louder than words.
But we will see. My wise friend Fiona, a nurse in the UK told me, even if this does not work out, at least you made a new contact and you are getting inspired to write a lot and maybe many women will relate with your experience.
So let’s give a round of applause to Mr. Chocolate for providing fodder for the next bunch of articles. They were so easy to write. The words just flowed out of me.