Love is a beautiful thing and I have tasted and seen that indeed it is.

On the 31st of October 2019, I requested on Facebook that someone should write me a poem because my ex-boyfriend was giving me a tough time. I just wanted to read something that would make me cheer up.

Some people responded but someone's comment caught my attention. He asked for permission to visit my inbox. That alone got me more interesting. I thought to myself, "who is this gentleman that's seeking for permission to visit my inbox?"

He visited my inbox and we started chatting. He told me about what he does and I requested for his WhatsApp number so he could send one of his spoken word pieces to me. Brethren, that was how we moved the ministry from Messenger to WhatsApp.

I decided to call him to hear his voice. I didn't tell him I was going to call, though. I was blown away when I heard his voice. My airtime got exhausted and he called back. That was how the constant calls thing started.

He said he was going to send the poem I requested for around 6 a.m the next day and I woke up to the poem. That alone showed me how serious he was. The thing sweet me for belle eh. I loved the poem he sent. Simple and perfect.

It got to the point where he asked about my age and we both discovered that I was a few months older than him. And the next thing he said was that he prefers older ladies. In my mind, I was like, "who is this odd guy? And who told him I am interested in dating him?" His being odd left me speechless, however.

One day, he asked if...