So, it’s a Sunday morning, and I’m seated in church, jejely worshipping God, when something in me says, “Take a good look at the worship leader.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was beautifully leading the worship song “More of You” by Sinach, eyes closed, one hand lifted, the other holding the mic. He was tall and a little dark—just the way I like it. Funny thing is, I’d never noticed him before.
You know how, when you suddenly take interest in something, your eyes start noticing things you never saw before? Like how you suddenly realize that the Toyota Camry might just be the most driven car in Lagos when you’re thinking about getting one. Am I alone on this?
Anyway, my mind, as usual, decided to take things further and ask, “Can you make my life beautiful?” Immediately, I started binding and casting. “Be spiritual for once, Damilola!” I told myself.
The pastor eventually mounted the pulpit, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at Brother Worship Leader, all the while scheming my “attack” mechanism. Meanwhile, the “bro” sitting next to me was busy trying to start a conversation. He was throwing small talk my way, but I was too preoccupied to notice. Divided attention can make you miss your target, right? Winks. You have to be wise. Besides, he wasn’t really my type. His smallish stature gave the impression that I might be older than him. Abeg, I’m not looking for someone who’ll call me “Aunty.”
Fast forward to the end of the service. I trailed Brother Worship Leader with my eyes until he got to where he was standing with the other choristers. With a confident smile, I walked up to him.
“Hi, are you brother to Bola Fadahunsi?” I asked.
With a charming smile, he replied, “No, I don’t know her. I’m not even Yoruba.”
“Oh! You look a lot like her. She was my roommate at the University of Lagos. Please pardon me.”
“No problem at all. And you are?”
“Damilola. You?”
“Sunday Idachaba. It’s a pleasure meeting you.”
“I just wanted to tell you how much I was blessed by your worship session today. You have a way of leading us directly to Heaven’s gate…”
Before I could finish, a voice interrupted us.
“Hey, honey, please help me get Tanko from the Children’s Department. I need to sort out some issues with my department head.”
That was his wife!!! Can you imagine? And it’s not like I didn’t do my basic checks. There was absolutely no ring on his finger!
At this point, please, can I petition a senator to propose a bill mandating every married man in Nigeria to always wear their rings? This whole situation could lead to people jumping into the Lagoon out of dashed hopes!
Immediately, I made a sharp turn and disappeared into the crowd. I just hope he doesn’t recognize my face if we ever cross paths again.
As for the “bro” who had been trying to chat me up earlier? Well, I quickly scanned the area, hoping he’d somehow become my type by default, but Bro had already disappeared.
So, here’s another experience gone, and I’m still no closer to finding Mr. Right. But the search continues. No giving up and no losing faith!