My stint with bachelorhood was unpleasantly protracted. This was definitely not unconnected to my stoical resolve to settle for a breath-taking lady whose mores and attributes were inches near impeccability.
On the fateful day I set my eyes on Ruth, I knew my search for a wife was going to be aborted indefinitely. It was love at first sight. We struck the right chord and made friends with each other easily.
I never minced words from our first meeting about how I felt about her and what my plans were, but all my advances met a "brick wall." I delved into her family background and was able to come out with discoveries that were adopted in mapping out my "assault" strategies. In the startling discoveries, it became apparent why love from men was anything but propitious to her. Her Dad absconded when her Mom was pregnant while tow of her sisters had divorced and the other two, unhappily married. It was apparent that only an extraordinary action would be powerful enough to torpedo obstructions that hitherto prevented her from tying the nuptial knot with me and I was poised for the "big show."
It was 10:00 a.m. on a Friday that I received a call from one of the Secret Agents I attached to Ruth, informing me of a head-on collision Ruth was involved in with a Mini-bus and was being rushed to the Hospital. Precisely two days after we met, I contracted Secret Agents and tasked them with the opus of watching and securing Ruth without her knowledge. These Men were reporting to me daily on her whereabouts and the things she did. The news of the accident sent cold shivers down my spine but there was no time for hesitation. I left my office in a hurry but in no such hurry as to forget the little treasure I had bought with my "lifetime" savings in a "creme de la creme" jewelry shop in Paris. The Hospital was a 10-minutes drive from my office but the characteristic hold-ups on the main route made the journey a 1-hour one. But fortunately, the road was devoid of any hold-up on the momentous day.
I got to the Hospital 10 minutes before she was brought in. She looked unconscious when she was stretched in but a thin smile that erupted on her face when she spotted me doused my fear. The accident was a fatal one and she was in a near-death situation. I wasn’t opportune to see her until the next morning when her condition had improved. When I was allowed in, I felt perspiration forming throughout my body; I knew the final moment had come. There was no going back; no I couldn’t afford to blow this. I briskly walked in. There I was, with my wife-to-be, bandaged up, stitches all over the body, it was a pathetic sight. I checked my pocket for the golden ring; how could it not be there?
I couldn’t have lost it; it was my life. I reached for the ring; Ruth was now watching me with the keenest interest I’ve ever seen. "Ruth, I know this is the weirdest place to do this and under most unsavory circumstances too, but the point I want to make here leaves me with no choice but to go right ahead. "Please marry me." Torrents of tears were flowing down my cheeks now. She was equally crying. It was an incredible scenario. Did I know her leg was going to be amputated in a matter of hours? She said in tears, "Muyiwa, do you want to marry a cripple?" I retorted back, "Ruth, you aren’t going to be a cripple and even if you become one, my position on you can not be compromised." "Oh heavens, Muyiwa, I would be your bride. This is the height of love, I can’t possibly ask for more."
The Doctor’s presence put on hold the august occasion but I felt ecstatic and fulfilled after accomplishing my lofty mission. Miraculously, she responded extremely well to treatment after the proposal and her leg didn’t have to be amputated after all. After two weeks of blissful and romantic escapades, we got married in a grand style.
Our honeymoon at the Panama Island was glorious and one that could not be forgotten in a hurry.
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