13/08/2025
💘 When the Tailor’s Shop Became Cupid’s Workshop: My First-Ever Love at First Sight 💘
Brothers and sisters… gather here, let me confess.
A few days ago, I innocently went to my mom’s tailoring shop 🪡🧵 to help her during this busy back-to-school season. (Yes, I can sew—don’t play with me; I can fix your torn clothes and your broken heart at the same time.)
So, I was minding my holy business, arranging fabrics, when the door opened… and in walked her.
A beautiful young lady—glowing like she had just descended from heaven with the angelic “Hallelujah” chorus in the background. My mom introduced her as the daughter of her friend. Okay fine, I smiled politely, but in my heart I was already asking God if this was the “bone of my bones” moment.
Then something happened.
She spotted my phone on the table. She thought it belonged to my younger brother, so she boldly picked it up. But as soon as she turned it on—boom—there was my handsome face in a suit, looking like I just finished preaching at a world crusade. She turned to me with eyes wide and asked,
“Are you a pastor?”
I tried to keep my cool. “Kind of,” I said. “I’m an Evangelist.”
From there, the game began.
She asked my age. First guess—25. Nope. Second—24. Nope again. Then I told her the truth: “I’m 23.” She was shocked. Meanwhile, I was looking at her thinking, if beauty were a crime, she’d be serving life imprisonment.
Then I flipped it—I guessed her age. I told her, “You’re still a child—17 or 18.” She laughed and agreed.
We started talking about her dreams. She said she wanted to be a sales agent. My spirit said, this child needs counseling. I told her, “No, no… many sales agents I know aren’t doing so well.” She said she had backup plans—enter politics, become a D.O. I thought, See confidence! Madam Minister in the making.
Then she turned the spotlight on me—asked about my teaching career. She wanted to know everything—salary, challenges, the works. I had to paint the picture of teaching like it was the gateway to paradise (teachers, you understand).
Then she dropped a bomb—she’s in Form 5. My brain froze. Form 5? But she’s taller than me! I thought maybe she was hiding a master’s degree in her handbag. And from her poise, you could tell she came from a comfortable family—turns out she attends Duvaal International, one of the most prestigious schools in Douala.
Now here’s where I failed my generation… I did not collect her number. I told myself maybe she doesn’t have a phone (yes, I know, weak excuse). Now, I’m thinking of asking my mom about her, but then again… they’ll say, “Isn’t this the author of Walking in Purity? My brother, live what you preach.”
So here I am, waiting for her to walk into the shop again. Brothers, drop wisdom in the comment section—what should I do? This is my first-ever love at first sight. And honestly, each time I replay our conversation in my head, I start smiling like an idiot. If a bike hits me on the road, just know it’s because I was lost in her memory.