Just Knowing Him

There is no single day that passes without me at some point remember my father's statement to me some day, some years ago when I was still growing up.

His statement became solidly imbedded on my heart, it became so engraved on my mine to the extent that I don't plan letting it go.

His words to me that day were like some supernatural strength to me, they also became my confidence in the actualization of what I have always wanted as a woman.

According to him "When you marry early and to the right person, you will surely enjoy marriage"

That day, I looked at him with my small little-girl's eyes and asked "Daddy, How do I know the right person" My question to him.

He gently threw his calm stare at me and voiced all the sincerity I could see in his eyes, he answered "You will know whenever they come to you"

He was right, perfectly right with his choice of words. If you asked me, they emerged from the deepest abyss of his heart.

I believed him, not because he said them to me but because I had some seen readable reality in his statement of which his marriage to my mum is a perfect instance.

Growing up, I have always admired the good union or should I say the perfect marital life he shared together with my mum. I loved the kind of love they shared together and the immeasurable trust of which I saw them build their love with.

Affirmatively, Mum was the right person he was married to and obviously, they enjoyed their marriage. A confirmation of why I shouldn't let his words slip off my mind.

I wanted a marriage like theirs, a marriage with the right person, my true lover. Someone I can proudly call my soul mate.

I wanted that perfect marriage where all the needed affection, love and attention are not deficient. If my parents could enjoy them in full then why would mine be different?

But the world haven't just seemed fair to me. No man has ever loved me the way I have always desired. Sometimes, I felt like I wasn't good enough to have my dreams turn a reality.

Sometimes, I wished to give up on my obsession and have nothing again to do with men.

But!

My father's statement haven't just allowed me fall from the sky of my cravings. Whenever I sight them on my mind, it gives me some kind of emotional strength that reminds me never to give up.

Just like he said "We know them whenever they come to you". Maybe I haven't encountered him. Maybe I keep meeting the wrong person instead of the right person.

I have being to different relationships ever since I became the woman I am today. One of them is with Mark Morris, a motor cyclist I changed his life.

They question you may ask, How did I meet him?

I would say, I met him coincidentally. On a certain morning years ago when I was on my way driving to work.

I was on a big rush to avoid being caught in traffic that very day. I guess you should know, the traffic can be much uncontrolled that you get stalked on the road for hours.

I never wanted such delays, at least not that very day I had a schedule with one of the office clients fixed in the morning time. So I left earlier than I used to.

But what avoided came biting my butt. My can abruptly broke down on the road whilst refusing to start talk more of gear up into locomotion.

My dear, I must tell you, I became so frustrated and as the same time stranded. I searched for help from the passers-by that came across. No one seemed to be interested in helping out my helpless state.

I walked down miles in search of a mechanic around, but none of their work places looked start the bustle of the day. I returned to my car looking very devastated. My biggest dread that moment was my fear of losing the client. According to my secretary, his was one big fish everyone prays to have.

I tried working the car myself with the little knowledge I have in car repairs but no. My efforts returned futile. Maybe it was a bigger fault that needed professional hand.

If things turned that way, I had no alternative to my hurriedness than to wait for the mechanics to fully resume work for the day.

Surprisingly, a guy on motor cycle came to my rescue.

"What is the problem? Did your car break down?" He asked me immediately he neared me and my car.

I responded him with my devastation "Yes Sir, It just broke down and I don't know what is wrong with it" I told him.

"Oh I am very sorry for that. Have you checking the battery" He asked me looking very concerned.

"Yes, I have. I have tried all but the car says no. The worst is that I have somewhere important to be at this morning" I explained to him. He felt every sorry for my situation. I saw him rush his hands towards the bonnet and asked me to enter the car.

"Please try gearing the engines with the keys" He softly told me. I did as instructed. But the car didn't respond. It remained adamantly stubborn to feel my pains.

"Please try again Ma" he urged him. I followed suit. The case still same. I quickly hopped out of the car to save the poor man from suffering this with me. I saw the fruitlessness of his efforts if he continued further. At least he tried by showing his concern.

"Thank you Sir. You have really tried for me. But I wouldn't like you to waste your work time with me. I will manage" I told him.

He looked smilingly at me before giving his response to

that "But I am not complaining. You said you have an important place to be at, so allow me help you" he insisted.

My heart melted when I saw the kindness all written over his face.