Not Just Lust: He Wept and Called Me His Answered Prayer

 

You know it’s serious when a grown man, a whole mkokoteni of muscles and beard, cries in a lodge and says, “Acha tu, amenipata.” That’s when you know the connection is not kawaida. It’s divine. Or dirty. Or both.

I met him during my cousin’s graduation party. He wasn’t loud or flashy. Just stood at the corner sipping soda like he was allergic to attention. But the moment he smiled, I knew my waistline had found its final destination. The next day, he texted me, “I don’t know what you put in that smile, but I haven’t stopped praying since.” I laughed. But deep down, I was like, God, hii inaweza work.

Our talking stage was sweet. He’d call me in the middle of the night and say he dreamt I was singing him lullabies in a white leso. He once fasted for three days because, in his words, “Hii attraction si ya kawaida, lazima niombe kwanza.”

Then came the lodge moment.

We had gone for a wedding out of town. The venue was far, so we booked a decent place to freshen up and rest. Just rest. But that night, as I changed into my sleeping t-shirt, I noticed he was frozen like a statue. His eyes were wide. His mouth opened like he wanted to ask a Bible verse. Then he suddenly stood, turned around and said, “Let me pray.” to read more click here