The Meeting Point CHRONICLE

The Meeting Point stories are back (that is if you keep sending in oh) and this one will blow you away!

At 30, I felt well accomplished professionally (I earned 6figurs), moderately travelled, lived in my own 3bedroom bungalow, owned a personal choice car and an official car with a driver and a few investments here and there.

 I am fair skinned and petite at UK size 10 , beautiful and very pleasant to be around. I knew this because I was able to keep and manage friends of diverse character and temperaments effectively. I am good with people and know how to make them feel good. Anyone who met me liked me, but I couldn’t understand why I kept attracting the wrong kind of romantic relationships. 

I prayed and listed 10 qualities I wanted in a husband. Permit me to list them here: 

1. Education. 

2. Good Income.

 3. Class. 

4. Family background. 

5. Intelligent. 

6. Good S#x. 

7. Kind. 

8. Good looks. 

9. Romantic. 

10. Igbo. 

This became my standard to measure suitors by and score them.


At 34 I was still single! 

I couldn’t believe it! 

So I decided to come down from my high horse and accepted the proposal of a guy one of my colleagues introduced to me. Chai! We courted and within the first 4months, he scored just 32 out of 100..

 if each of the points were to carry 10marks, minus s#x. When I eventually slept with him, omg, I will be magnanimous to add an extra 1 mark to make it 33 because, at least he had an erection. I am so sorry for sharing details. 

In fact, let me share his score card:

 Education 3,

 Income 3, 

Class 2, 

Family back ground 5,

 Kindness 4, 

S#x 1, 

Intelligence 2, 

Good looks 3,

 Romantic 0, 

Igbo 10.

Abysmal, but you know what? I still accepted his “ring”(which I couldn’t wear), travelled to the village and he paid bride price!

 His friends hailed him for hitting a jackpot and prayed for such luck to find them too. The night before, I prayed for courage not to run away before sun up. I couldn’t sleep and by morning I started purging and vomiting. Every fiber in my body protesting. I begged my Dad not to release me to them till after white wedding and he convinced his kinsmen to insist.

 There wasn’t even one thing apart from the “Mrs” title that i was going to gain from the union, not even s#xual pleasure that poor men are famed to have in abundance. Nothing! 

 I came back to the city and sank into depression.

 I also reached out to Stella that period and she encouraged me to break things off but I couldn't. I moved in temporarily with a friend who was going through a difficult pregnancy and dedicated myself caring for her and her young family and work. Apart from her needing me that period, I didn’t want to be alone in my house and my "fiancé" was becoming a nuisance. 

I became close to her husband and his family and they loved me so I mustered the strength to return his "ring" and convinced my Dad to return the bride price.

 He tried to make it difficult but my Dad being a titled Chief himself wrote their Igwe a very long letter, enclosed it with the bride price plus a token and sent it to their palace and filed and acknowledged copy.


In the course of my stay with my friend, her mother in-law and husband started telling me about their last born that was single and they thought we had the same personality and might work out. 

I never met him but I heard he had a serious relationship. When he called and asked for a date, I accepted. I had nothing to lose. I had been too sad for too long and decided to have fun. 

I didn't mind a rebound relationship, no matter how brief. We met, hung out and what struck me on our first date was he asked of my driver? I said he will wait for me in the car park till I am done. This guy went back to the car park and gave my driver some money to stroll round and buy himself snacks! Really?! 

Meanwhile, I almost married the other guy who once stole part of the money I gave him to give my driver’s family while I was out of town! Hmm... then while we talked, omg, he was intelligent. His choice of restaurant, classy, fine dining. He made me laugh out loud and deep...I was like wow. With the other guy, there was never anything to talk about. We were from different planets that sometimes he would talk and I’d wonder if he had been living under a rock! And here I am, completely lost track of time having a fun and intelligent conversation with a guy I met within an hour.

 So, after a few more exciting dates, he broke things off with his girlfriend and we started courting. S#x was wonderful. He had a very good job and earned almost as well as I but he was a bad spender, no investment or even savings. Then he told me of a professional exam he’d want to take. It was expensive but I took a chance and paid for him.

 He passed and began earning higher than me. He proposed with a cute expensive ring which I wore and flaunted with pride. He gave me charge of all his income since I am good with money and had won his trust. 

Let me share his score card: 

Education 10, 

Income 8, 

Class 10, 

Family 10, 

Kindness 10,

 Se#x 10, 

Romance 10, 

Intelligence 10, 

Good looks 8, 

Igbo 0.=86% .


We got married on the exact one year anniversary of our meeting and it’s been 7years of laughter, mischief, giggling and blushing. My husband is the naughtiest creature ever. I get flowers for no reason.

 My birthdays are planned for weeks and goes on for days. Valentines are treated as sacred. I had a set of twin girls and now pregnant with my last at 42. You may never believe if I told you that in the 7years I have known him, we have never exchanged angry words. Not once. There’s never been a better last year.

*WOW... I read this five times and could not stop smiling... Felt like i was reading something from a fairytale