This was a message that a lady sent to me recently.“I had just finished my NYSC when I joined my uncle’s family in Abuja.My uncle and his wife kept pressing buttons to find a job for me in Abuja, but nothing was forthcoming. I was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t a mistake to find myself in Abuja.At a point, I got tired of staying at home and began to work at a nearby hotel as a front desk officer.My uncle didn’t like that.He felt that such exposure wasn’t good for me, but his wife convinced him to let me keep going somewhere every morning before depression set in.I must have done that job for about a month (my fifth month with my uncle’s family) when a ‘thick Madam,’ a friend of my uncle’s wife, visited.I knew the woman was important to my uncle’s wife because she vacated her room for her and joined her husband in his own room.Most guests were accommodated in the guest room, but not this particular one.I shared a room with their daughter.Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” “I had just finished my NYSC when I joined my uncle’s family in Abuja.My uncle and his wife kept pressing buttons to find a job for me in Abuja, but nothing was forthcoming. I was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t a mistake to find myself in Abuja.At a point, I got tired of staying at home and began to work at a nearby hotel as a front desk officer.My uncle didn’t like that.He felt that such exposure wasn’t good for me, but his wife convinced him to let me keep going somewhere every morning before depression set in.I must have done that job for about a month (my fifth month with my uncle’s family) when a ‘thick Madam,’ a friend of my uncle’s wife, visited.I knew the woman was important to my uncle’s wife because she vacated her room for her and joined her husband in his own room.Most guests were accommodated in the guest room, but not this particular one.I shared a room with their daughter.Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” My uncle and his wife kept pressing buttons to find a job for me in Abuja, but nothing was forthcoming. I was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t a mistake to find myself in Abuja.At a point, I got tired of staying at home and began to work at a nearby hotel as a front desk officer.My uncle didn’t like that.He felt that such exposure wasn’t good for me, but his wife convinced him to let me keep going somewhere every morning before depression set in.I must have done that job for about a month (my fifth month with my uncle’s family) when a ‘thick Madam,’ a friend of my uncle’s wife, visited.I knew the woman was important to my uncle’s wife because she vacated her room for her and joined her husband in his own room.Most guests were accommodated in the guest room, but not this particular one.I shared a room with their daughter.Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” At a point, I got tired of staying at home and began to work at a nearby hotel as a front desk officer.My uncle didn’t like that.He felt that such exposure wasn’t good for me, but his wife convinced him to let me keep going somewhere every morning before depression set in.I must have done that job for about a month (my fifth month with my uncle’s family) when a ‘thick Madam,’ a friend of my uncle’s wife, visited.I knew the woman was important to my uncle’s wife because she vacated her room for her and joined her husband in his own room.Most guests were accommodated in the guest room, but not this particular one.I shared a room with their daughter.Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” My uncle didn’t like that.He felt that such exposure wasn’t good for me, but his wife convinced him to let me keep going somewhere every morning before depression set in.I must have done that job for about a month (my fifth month with my uncle’s family) when a ‘thick Madam,’ a friend of my uncle’s wife, visited.I knew the woman was important to my uncle’s wife because she vacated her room for her and joined her husband in his own room.Most guests were accommodated in the guest room, but not this particular one.I shared a room with their daughter.Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” He felt that such exposure wasn’t good for me, but his wife convinced him to let me keep going somewhere every morning before depression set in.I must have done that job for about a month (my fifth month with my uncle’s family) when a ‘thick Madam,’ a friend of my uncle’s wife, visited.I knew the woman was important to my uncle’s wife because she vacated her room for her and joined her husband in his own room.Most guests were accommodated in the guest room, but not this particular one.I shared a room with their daughter.Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I must have done that job for about a month (my fifth month with my uncle’s family) when a ‘thick Madam,’ a friend of my uncle’s wife, visited.I knew the woman was important to my uncle’s wife because she vacated her room for her and joined her husband in his own room.Most guests were accommodated in the guest room, but not this particular one.I shared a room with their daughter.Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I knew the woman was important to my uncle’s wife because she vacated her room for her and joined her husband in his own room.Most guests were accommodated in the guest room, but not this particular one.I shared a room with their daughter.Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” Most guests were accommodated in the guest room, but not this particular one.I shared a room with their daughter.Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I shared a room with their daughter.Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” Anyway, a few days after she had settled in, my uncle’s wife called me into her room one evening while both women were there. She told the woman that I was job-hunting. She also told her my academic discipline (Finance), my grade (I made a Second Class Upper), and begged her to assist me.She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” She didn’t give the woman a chance to speak before asking me to go and get my CV so she could take a look at it.I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I said, ‘Yes, Ma,’ and sped off. But all that enthusiasm vanished because I had hardly reached the door when I heard the woman call my aunty by her native name and say, ‘I thought you knew that I no longer help women’, if loosely translated, because she said it in our native language.I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I still went ahead to fetch my CV, but I felt discouraged by those words.Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” Even when I brought the CV, the woman didn’t even pretend to take it from me.It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” It was my aunty who took it from my hands.For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” For the rest of that week, my spirit was very low, and I kept out of that woman’s way.I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I don’t know which hit me more, her words or the fact that I didn’t get the job.Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” Before the end of that week, I had made up my mind to go back home and start doing whatever I could find there.Related NewsWhy FCT is excluded from state police – SenateRMAFC orders NUPRC to dissolve disputed host community trustMother, accomplice held over N2.9m baby saleMy mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” My mother had a shop that I could help out in.Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” Against the protests of my uncle and his wife, I left Abuja because I had already made up my mind.Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” Another thing that woman’s words did to me was that they killed my desire for a paid job.I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I don’t remember ever picking up my CV again to look for a job after that encounter.I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I made up my mind to start helping with my mum’s business and later start something similar for myself. It was a business we had been exposed to early in life.I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I was the one who just wanted something different.I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I was at my mum’s shop when I received a call from an unknown number some months later.I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I remembered him as soon as he introduced himself.He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” He was a guest at the hotel where I had worked briefly in Abuja.He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” He had just returned to the country from China and would always stop by the front desk to chat with me about his day and the business concerns that brought him into town.As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” As our communication deepened, he told me that even though I had been on his mind all along, it took him that long to contact me because he needed to convince himself to be comfortable with the fact that I worked at a hotel.He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” He also said that what finally convinced him to make the move was the fact that I wasn’t throwing myself at him.Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” Anyway, all these took place some years ago, and we are husband and wife now.I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I used to regret going to Abuja and wasting nearly six months of my life, but I look back on that chapter with gratitude now.The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” The Bible says that God orders our steps, and I believe my steps were ordered to Abuja so that I could meet my soulmate.I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” I relocated to Lagos after he paid my bride price, and I became in charge of his business there.Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” Where I am going with this story is this…With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.” With my experience with my aunty’s friend, if I had a choice of approaching someone else for help, I would rather go to a man than my fellow woman.”