...... The Beginning.......
Want to know the truth, I have not given out to the extent I've received. What I am today is because of her and she deserves the very best wherever she is. My fame, the money. It's all because of her.
My story started 5 years ago, I was still in college when I saw her.
So, I quickly ran to her and asked her to tap me on my shoulder, if possible give me a hug. In shock, she looked right into my eyes. What the hell are you asking me to do? I don't know you and we have never met.
In fear I replied, you see those guys at the back there, they want to ask you out. Intact they are planning to meet you now. But I had to act fast before they would. If you do as I say, they'll not disturb you again. I know you might not agree to be with me because you have reservations but at least they'll have the impression that you're with me.
She was fair, which made it easy for her to stand out in the crowd, especially with her unique smile.
A pointed nose, chins up and admirable personality.
She smiled, I guess I gave a good impression. She hugged me. Echoes from my roaring clique ensued as they saw I'd beaten them to the task.
I felt as though I just crossed the line on the race track. A nostalgic feeling like the taste of honey which had just been harvested from the beehive.
......The Approach.....
The truth is I decided to take a different approach to marriage. There weren't visions an umbrella being given to me as the rain downpoured. Or dreams where I saw her giving me my favourite You're fair, which makes it easy for you to stand out in the crowd, especially with that unique smile of yours. Your commendable and attractive slender and curvy figure makes anything you put on look good. A beautiful creature that anyone would love to look on. A flat pointed nose, chins up and admirable character. Anyone would love to have you as theirs and cherish you for as long as you're around. because I was a hungry man.
Samantha and I were studying to get our MBA certificates. By the way her Dad her a business empire, the heir to this kingdom. But who was I, a dreamer from a middle-class Christian family?
Love conquers all, doesn't it?
I had gone for my interview at a big firm, she didn't want to work with her Dad. So, we applied for the same firm. Lucky we got the job. With everything going fine, it was time to get the consent of both families.
This was 3 years after we first saw each other. Dad this is Evans Samantha introduced me to her dad. But he wouldn't budge or even stare in my direction.
I was a nobody, tensed and slowly getting worried. I tapped Samantha, making eye conversations. She said he calm.
I wasn't either. I felt like a confident prey who needed to be calm in a territory where I would be utterly destroyed. My legs shaking, sweats from under my feet, my neck region and palms. Something needed to be done.
You said your name is Evans, my confidence by this time had already been shattered. Ye ees sir, my name is Evans. I can't tell what happened to me. Like a broken pipe for water supply, I was telling him everything about me.
My name is Evans, I love your daughter. I work at a big firm and I am a manager expecting a promotion. My salary presently is in 6 figures. And...
Mr Evans, Samantha's Dad interjected. I never asked for all this. But the truth is that I don't care where you work or your position. I have a company and if you marry her you would inherit all I suffered to build. We are from different ethnicity and you can't cheat me, I know your type.
"Dad what do you mean," Samantha in anger responded. I love him and I want to get married to him. Give us a chance.
"My baby, I know that I sounded harsh to him but it is necessary. Okay, I give you both for 7 months. You see all these. It will end and then I will find who is right for you, "Mr Greg said.
7 months Test
If I had passed the so-called test, this story would be irrelevant. But I failed. And this is why I did.
The company where we worked was having financial upheaval which made them lay off some staffs. I was on the safe side but not for her.
I got a call from the director who told me about my raise, I was to be transferred to another branch overseas to head everything. What a piece of good news, I knew this was a win for me in the test. It would prove an assertion of not requiring Samantha's dad's money. My joy was short-lived when I was given the list of workers who would be laid off. There she was on the list.
I was worried, without thinking too much about it, I said I didn't want to take up the new position. She would take my place. While I would make it seem like I resigned to chase my dreams of writing. Only Victor knew that Samantha and I wanted to get married. He was my friend and without a lot of questions, he agreed.
I was laid off so that she wouldn't be fired from a job she admired as it made her not to work with her Dad. At least for the time being.
......Where it all started.....
We had to meet in order to plan how things would be henceforth. A plan was needed. And as well, I needed to be discreet in how we communicated. I wouldn't want her to know what really happened.
Especially now she was ready to sacrifice everything, so as to make things work out.
Indeed she was not just the right woman for me, but she is the only woman I knew I could survive the storm with.
I wonder how you sacrifice for love and then still be at a loss. Samantha and I were able to discuss my being laid off work easily. She was quick to support me. I made sure not to spill the real details as to why I was sacked.
Her comfort was all I needed, I guess so. We extensively made plans in order to get through this smoothly. Especially with her Dads timeline looming over us.
"I think this came at the right time," Samantha said. "You could focus on writing, you've always wanted to chase your dream and I think this is a blessing in disguise."
"What about your dad, he's a tough man. He's like the bark of a tree that is never satisfied by the rainfall. He has not been appreciative of me. If he knows about this. I am doomed," said Evans.
You got something wrong. It's not you, it's we. You and I.
What are your plans she asked inquisitively?
I would write until my hands bleed love into your heart, Evans responded.
Hey young man, don't get romantic with me. I am serious. But keep that line, you have to finish it.
I would go get some writing aids and start writing. In 1-2 months I will pitch my idea to a publisher. Evans that's not good enough, you should know better. Okay, you do the writing. I will contact my friend who is a publisher and set you up with him next week. But you should have something by this weekend.
Yes, your majesty. I replied.
I know what you're thinking. I wrote a powerful story, met up with her publisher friend and then released a book. Am sorry but that is a tale.
.......The Heartbreak.......
I did not just flunk the meetings. Not once or twice. It became a norm over the next 1 year. I had bought so many A4 sheets enough to be used by a firm for more than 5 months. My storeroom, sitting room and even my own space were filled with A4 sheets. I could become a seller of pens because I now had a lot of them.
Samantha had asked her Dad for an extension, she knew this wasn't the real me. She became my mum, sister, my nanny and at the time my fiance.
I was already low on cash. She was helping not just with the house rent and other expenses. But was as well coming around to cook for me.
I started smoking and drinking. I wouldn't even open the windows until she visited. I was a mess. Outgrown beards and so much irresponsibility.
..... Time will tell.....
She visited me one evening. Cleaned the whole house, cooked and then said to me. Evans, I am tired. This is almost two years since you lost your job. You don't take care of yourself, so, why would you do that for me.
You're no more loving, hardworking or compassionate. Am I joke to you? What do you take me for?
I guess my Dad was right all along.
Look at your place, you could sell all these papers and packs of men for a whole lot of money. You have not written a single line for 2 years now, and every time I come to your place it's a mess with folded papers. Anytime I open any of them I see a line crossing the same word "Life".
What about life, our life. I told you to look for a job while you wrote but you said that a writer needs a confined space for creativity. I've given my time for you. From the first day, we
