One beautiful evening, I sat by my window and discussed with all the people who came to see me. It was my birthday and as expected, I had several guests. I was able to receive my female friends inside my room in the hostel but guys weren’t allowed in because of the religious beliefs in that part of the country. As a result, a young lady sitting at the corner of the room and talking to someone on the other side of the window wasn’t a strange sight at all.
I hoped a few people would come by. In fact, I hoped three people in particular would come by before the day ended. Thankfully, they all did and one of them was a young man named Kingsley. He was a good friend and we had really interesting conversations. He had the usual very wide smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes that night. We chatted for a while then he said he had to rush off and just wanted to deliver a gift someone asked him to give me.
I wished he could stay a little longer but I didn’t have the ‘right’ to ask him to. I mean, we were just friends and I didn’t want to say anything that would give away the way I really felt about him. I was determined to let him be the one to take the lead in this matter. Once he was gone, I settled down to open the gift and found that there were several layers of wrapping paper with a hand written note after each layer. I wondered who the gift was from and eventually a letter ‘y’ on the fifth note gave him away. It was from Kingsley after all; he had tried to change his writing to keep me in suspense till I got to the last note.
Beneath the last wrap, I found a final note and a devotional for women. It was old. I wondered about that and he later explained that although he was broke, he really wanted to get me a gift. So he went to a bookstore in town and bought the book for a price he could afford. Though it wasn’t expensive, he had succeeded in turning it into an unforgettable gift and I thought to myself – this is someone you could live happily with in times when you have plenty and in times when you don’t have so much. Husband material!