Memoir of a Single Lagos Babe – 11
Monday morning, I woke up and checked my phone, hoping to see a sweet SMS or chat from Yemi—but there […]
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Monday morning, I woke up and checked my phone, hoping to see a sweet SMS or chat from Yemi—but there […]
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You don’t need the nitty-gritty details of the buffet; it would probably bore you. But in summary, I had an
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Yemi asked for Daniel’s name so he could add him on Facebook. I gave it to him, though I doubted
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Yemi called again around 9 p.m., and by then, I was visibly worried. Daniel’s number hadn’t gone through all day,
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What on heaven’s earth is the meaning of this? I left my office and called an Uber to take me
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I saw a friend request from him on Facebook and I noticed that we had 1 friend in common. It
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He shrugged, ordered two scoops, and I paid for them. We found a seat where we could talk properly. He
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As the young man walked away, I looked at my friend, Enitan, and winked, “Please help me arrange these invitation
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I left Lagos on a Monday, catching the 7:45 AM flight. During check-in, I spotted a good-looking young man. From his suit, which I estimated cost between ₦150,000 and ₦200,000 (yes, I have an eye for these things), I concluded he wasn’t a “hungry-man.” My first prayer: let him be on my flight. Answered. My second prayer: let him sit next to me.
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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.
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