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When we got to the bus stop, I walked up to her and commended her kindness. She gave me a smile that would melt stone and replied, “Oh it’s nothing. We should be nice to people.” We introduced ourselves and by the end of our introduction, I felt like I had known her all my life. I asked for her contact, which she gave me and the rest is history. Our relationship grew from one level to another, and today, I’m standing at the altar with the love of my life. “Yes, I do”, I replied to the pastor while my eyes danced all over her face. “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride”. Just then, there was pandemonium among the congregation and as I turned to look, I heard a shot, then screams and I saw Juliet fall to the floor, blood pouring out from a hole by the side of her head. For an instant, I felt my heart stop. “It’s a dream Nath!” Repeating the words to myself didn’t help. I just wanted to wake up from this horror. In my shock-induced paralyzed state, it hit me. The

“Do you, Nathaniel Lawson, take Juliet Cookey to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part? I looked in to her eyes again and I felt a thousand butterflies fill my stomach. I made it! Here I am, standing at the altar with the woman of my dreams, my better half, my life partner, my twin. I’m getting married to Juliet, my crush for over three years! And in those brief seconds, my mind went down memory lane. I met Juliet during my NYSC days at Asaba. Ours was not the typical “love at first sight” thing. On my way home from work one day, a fight broke out in the bus I boarded between the conductor and one of the passengers; an elderly man who couldn’t pay his fare becaus e he had forgotten his wallet where he was coming from. He was pleading with the conductor to pardon him. Trust these agberos. It was like pouring water on zuma rock.