How can I be in love with someone who belongs to someone else?
I was about to get into the bus on that sunny afternoon at Obalende when I tripped over. Somehow, he was right behind me and he caught my fall. I thanked him, but his striking build captivated me immediately.
“You must spend a lot of time working out”, I heard a deep baritone say in a slightly mocking voice. “My name is Chima”, he added.
I literally stammered my name…then we started chit chatting about fitness, exercise routines and healthy meals.
I got to my bus stop, praying silently that he will alight from the bus with me. My prayers weren’t answered. However, that whole Tuesday afternoon, I could not get Chima out of my mind. But he was out of my mind by the break of dawn.
After series of heartbreaks, I have learnt to guard my heart jealously. I have learnt to think of myself first. And that was exactly what I was doing until I heard a familiar voice call out to me in the gym….
Four weeks later, I am staring Chima in the face…sweaty from a rigorous work-out. All of a sudden, I felt like visiting the loo. My tummy could not stop rumbling but I was sure I wasn’t hungry.
Then I saw it! The gold band on his left 4th finger. I smiled. “You married?” I asked. “Oh yes, I am. But I am not going to miss getting your number and asking you out to dinner”, he replied.
We talked about what I really do not know, but basically around healthy food and workout routines, and we settled on lunch.
We exercised a bit together…. And then I knew I was getting into trouble.
Lunch dates escalated into dinner dates, but Chima never made any advances. He loved his overweight wife. I loved my pot bellied fiancé.
But fitness, our passion, is raising…our passion.
……To be continued