Our Love Story....
We both worship in the same church, where he is an active usher. So on this particular Sunday my brother who would normally handle the books to be sold in church was not available to handle the books, so he specifically instructed that I handover the books to Elijah as at that time innocent me was only obedient to the instructions from my elder brother, didn’t know God had other plans for me.
So after the service, I went to him to hand over the books, Lol… it was love at first sight for him and he knew this one is take her to mama.. Our love story didn’t start from there, oh yes we exchanged numbers after the first meeting (he can’t allow this one pass him by 😁😁).
What struck him was when we hung out with a couple of friends , he assumed I took care of the bills in his mind Miss independent 😄😄😄 when we started dating eventually told him I wasn’t the one who made payments it was someone else but heyyy, Uncle was far gone 😁😁😁😁 he had fallen deeeeeep!
Biola's side of the story
Elijah's side of the story
I’m an usher in the church where we both worship. Her elder brother was responsible for books to be sold in the church. On that particular Sunday, he sent his sister (Biola) to deliver the books to the ushering team. I was at the ushering stand when she came around. I was almost speechless when I saw her, she looked so hot and had an attitude. But as a bad guy, I composed myself, received the books and watched her as she walked away.
I looked for her on Instagram, DM’d her and she never responded. The girl proud small that year sha.. We eventually got talking through one of my very good friends, Dami.
Dami, I and Biola went out to eat after church on a particular Sunday. For some reason, I thought she was the one that paid for our food. I was moved by the ‘act of kindness’ and I just decided there that ‘she’s the one’.
We started dating not too long after and I later found out that she wasn’t the one who paid… lmaooo!! Well, I didn’t feel disappointed cos she is actually as kind and sweet as I thought.
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