My name is Paul..
Everyone’s got a story I believe, I too got mine. Quite a number actually, but this one is a very important one; you’ll see why.
This is the story of how I met Sophy.
To be honest I took time to think about how to narrate my story…Should I ask her (I did by the way) story and then agree on one version of the story? Maybe I should tell her version and just call it ‘Our Story’…or maybe I should just fabricate the whole thing to break the internet (she wouldn’t let me do this)? But I think reality has more than one dimension, and so I will write this gospel according to Paul
Moi University main campus…..
“Karibu Umefika” Sophy.
By then, I was almost done. I still think to myself- sometime I think out loud- how young she looked…is she even 18 yet? Hanging out with matching ‘crime-mates’ did not help much (I promise I will not mention Mercy Kandie in my story). I did not know much about Sophy back then. To me, she was part of that gang of young kids that just joined campus; my responsibility was to guide such-in many (becoming) ways.
“Kwaheri Rudi Tena” and “Kwa Freddy-Boyz 2 Men”
My invitation to the party had ended, and out of respect for myself and the host, I had no intentions to overstay. So long Moi Uni.
A couple of years down the line and I am sitting at a unisex (the much you’ll pay for this name..SMH) barbershop in Mombasa and as I pretend to look serious, this bright light…Sorry, Sophy is sitting next to me and smiling (at me I think). And she says “Hi, I know you”. I had forgotten her name, but there was something about the face! She refreshed my memory by mentioning that person I promised not to mention earlier in my story, ushering in my “oooooooh” moment. Of course I did not waste the chance to walk the lady out-and at this point, largely because I thought it would be nice to hear what this one has been up to. We blah blah-ed for a short while and I wanted more so I played a card I had faith in…”invite her to your cool church’’. She said yes (told you, that card works!).
Then she did a disappearing act on me…it had nothing to do with me by the way (LOL). She just went undercover and would come out to breathe once in a while; the text-on-Monday-reply-on-Friday-or-never kind of play.
I let her be, maybe because I had not engaged ‘pursuit mode’. Then one day–God knows why- I suggested we catch up over coffee. She was cool with the idea but then did not show up! Well, neither did I; but I took her for a little guilt trip over chat and on the next ‘catching up coffee’ she was there long before me. Well, long story short, that day I discovered how much a glass of cold milk at Java costs. I stuck to my white coffee, and stories to go along with. By the time we were done, I was having iced coffee.
We were just two acquaintances from back in the days..I was not eying this one, no. She told me she wasn’t eying me too (LOL). The undercover acts came to an end.
No, she doesn’t work there, neither do I. However, these guys and the stuff they supply might have contributed a tad too much. They threw Sophy a lemon (blackout), and she turned it to Lemonade (asking if she could study at my place!). I am not sure where I fall in that analogy but point is, a bad thing presented an opportunity for a good thing..yeah that’s simple I think.
Here is how the time was spent:
10% of the time was spent in serious book work
80% of the time was talk time while ‘chefing’
I still can’t account for the 10% , in retrospect, think I was saying bye.
I have never (knowingly) engaged ‘pursuit mode’ with Sophy..we became friends very fast. I was not afraid of being myself around her, and I could tell she wasn’t too. What I did not know was, I was on Auto-pursuit mode!
I was in love with this woman! Fact is, I don’t recall the date it all begun; I know when I said those three magical words out loud..but I can’t recall when I started whispering them silently in between our conversations. She freaked out at first but I assured her “you don’t have to say anything, I am just telling you what’s in my heart” (#RomeoCanUnderstandThis)
As I write this story, it’s the 9th of November 2015, approximately a year and half since I let those words out, and boy, I love this woman. She has grown with me, she is wise, beautiful, God fearing, and most of all, my friend.
And there my friend is how I think it was. I told you the story was important.
***I will be sharing Sophy’s side of the story with the wedding images, stay tuned folks
Location :: Safari Park Hotel & Casino
Make-up :: Lankara Brides