In my eyes, I wasn’t even supposed to have met Okey.
During the summer of 2002 we were both interns in DC with the same company. At the close of the summer, all the interns attended a banquet that was the closeout event for the internship. My roommate at the time had wandered off, and later hurriedly rushed back to me saying, “Leslie, come here! There’s someone I want to introduce you to.” Not really thinking anything, I obliged as she pulled me through the crowd to meet this mystery person. When we got to where she had left this person, she looked around, perplexed. “Where did he go?” She looked around for a few more seconds, but by then my too-tight heels had gotten the best of me and I just wanted to go back to our apartment.
“Come on, its ok. Lets go. I want to get out of these shoes.” Hesitantly, my roommate allowed me to pull her to the door, leaving this mystery person to be just what he was…a mystery.
Fast forward 3 years later, I had been crowned Miss Nigeria in America and was presenting at an awards show in DC. I really didn’t want to be there. I had a huge zit on my face and didn’t feel queenly or pretty to be shaking anyone’s hands or taking pictures.
But I went.
I donned my crown and sash and sat during the opening events signing my autograph on comp cards and meeting people. I was in a conversation with a woman, when I noticed three guys, who had walked up behind her.
“Why the crap are they in line? What could they possibly want to ask a pageant winner?” I thought.
I prolonged my conversation with the woman as long as possible…until she probably thought I was just weird. Once she walked away (and quickly at that), I begrudgingly turned towards the three guys.
“Hey guys! Whats up?” I said, trying to sound confident but inside my heart was beating out of my chest. I felt like the zit on my face was beating in rhythm to it. Now don’t get me wrong, I typically love meeting people and very confident when doing so, but I used to always get SO SHY around guys. In my head I was convinced they were there to make fun of the fact that I was this beauty queen….and the zit on my face, lol.
In fact, it was the opposite.
They were actually great guys [They later became my brother-in-laws:)] . One of them, who later turned out to be my husband Okey, introduced himself to me, asking if I knew a mutual friend of ours. I did, and we talked, laughing here and there. He asked me for my number. I said no, “I don’t give out my number, but you can email my director and she’ll get it to me.” Looking back at that, that was pretty gutsy. Like who does that, right? lol….but sure enough, he emailed me that night, and we emailed every day for the next 5 years before we got married.
Shortly after all this had occurred, I called my roommate from the summer internship in DC just to catch up. [Remember her from the beginning of the story?] I told her I’d met this guy, and his name was Okey, and he’s from DC, and he was really cute. She stopped me mid-sentence and said “Leslie! Thats the guy! Thats who I wanted to introduce you to at the intern banquet!” She proceeded to describe him in detail, and I got goosebumps, as every detail she mentioned was spot on.
God’s timing is so freaking awesome.
Who knows why I wasn’t supposed to meet him that summer? Maybe I or he wasn’t ready, but God knew the BEST time for us to meet…and did it in a very memorable way. Now part of my husband’s story is that “I fell in love with a beauty queen.”
Are you counting the clock, wondering why God hasn’t brought your king or queen? Trust Him. His time is perfect.
Happy Valentines Day to my boo, my turtle, my Okey! God’s given us 9 years together, a little over 3 years of marriage, and beautiful son. I am blessed and grateful that God allowed me to share time and space with a man who He designed just for me. I love you:)
P.S. Have a FABULOUS Valentines Day you all! Muah!