En route this trip to Lagos, besides me sited was this beautiful lady; bound by the chains of wishful thinking I couldn’t speak. One evening over a dinner table, she got me introduced to her father as a friend from college; little did I know that destiny designed me an adventure in the city of wonder.
Tired of obscenity, I had to walk out the penury that drowns my city
(port Harcourt) to a haven in wonderland in search of an adventure with destiny.
But in time we started talking and the talk went far. She discovered I am an Architect.
In a few hours, our relationship broke bars with shots of information exchange fired. Ecstasy began ice-dancing; she offered to host me in Lagos. With no family or friend, the spirit of love had me found.
On knowing that I was an Architect he got intrigued making a few calls.
Out of the blues without a clue of who I was, He got me hired as an architect in his construction company.
With the glamour of kingship I had to mark my wing with a ring down her fingers.