The queen of First April is back with another exciting story. We met her, Kwaw and the stars of Tale Of Whys. You should read those two first if you’re new to them. Happy reading!
My husband, Kwaw just drove off with Oge to the Mall. Ama was insisting she needs herb spices to make her Jollof the way she, and all of us, love it. The guys didn’t argue, they just drove off. Marriage is teaching me that, this, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach thing contains some truth.
At the back of the house, the forever-will-be newlyweds of our church, Tracy and Calvin are getting the place ready for the Church’s eve of Christmas party. Kwaw, pastoring the church and being the fun guy he is, the church has parties for almost every special day we can name.
I, of course, am seated in the children’s playroom from across our bedroom, watching our little John and Ini; Oge and Ama’s daughter sleeping. And rubbing my hands over my swollen abdomen as often as I can believe I’m pregnant with our first child after nine years of marriage. I wish I could tell that story but my pen ink seems to be running out and the one I’m writing is far more exciting and equally miraculous.
By the way God’s doing something new with the weather here in Accra this year around Christmas – the harmattan hasn’t been granted permission to set in fully and yet there’s enough breeze to stand the hot smile of the sun. If influenced by a tooth fairy movie I just watched, still while watching over the kids play 😊😊, I’d have told you the breeze around here could make you fly. But I’m not going to because I’m not under any such influence.
So I can hear Calvin and Tracy giggling and I guess kissing and then laughing back there. I’m not a sneak but I can’t get my ears and eyes off these two. I can imagine how far their emotions have travelled, today being their first anniversary. Well, technically my eyes can’t see them at the moment. These are one of the couples in our church, myself and Kwaw’s age who got married last year. They are the least likely to be paired as a couple should we have asked the church to do us the matchmaking honour.
Maybe, precisely this – that they were the most unlikely to end up together and especially considering they’re both in their late thirties – is why my joy for them streams into excitement each time I consider how unique God allows every love story to be.
I’m sniffing. OK. You aren’t allowed to tear miss, you don’t want to mess up the pages you’re writing in, wake up the sleeping angels or upset the living wish being knitted in my womb.
Calvin Duah and Tracy Stevens were unarguably worlds apart before their courtship and marriage. We use to joke that they were like the cat and the fowl.
Aside: the guys are back. I can already smell the Jollof about to go down.
Calvin Duah is a good friend of my husband. They were in the engineering department together, for a semester, till Kwaw decided to pursue psychology. After we got married, we met him at a banking hall one day. For your information, banking halls in Ghana are good places to start looking (you know what I mean. And I have Oge and Ama as proof of that) or to reconnect with an old lost friend. In fact in Ghana, every public space is a good place for communal interactions. They quickly hit it off and Calvin started churching with us. He had been looking for a home church after pinning for himself a good job at GE oil and gas and moved to Accra. Calvin struck me from day one as a very handsome but shy and independent guy. From courting Kwaw a year and being almost a year into marriage at the time we met him, I knew finding someone to call babe may take forever for him. I started praying the Lord will grant me the privilege of matchmaking him someday. You see I had helped my mum match-make my big sister and from then on, I was convinced I was born to do this, you know, besides being a pastor’s wife and journaling (as I’m doing now) like crazy. That day arrived three years ago, February 2013, when Tracy joined our church with her family and her dear mum won’t stop talking in women’s meetings about her fear of Tracy never finding a man good enough.
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