The one with McDreamy

Early 2009, I was just there minding my own business, hanging out with the usual crew. Then I noticed that a certain guy, (let’s call him Solomon. It’s an inside joke. He’ll get it) was paying more attention to me than usual.

He would call me just to find out how I’d slept the previous night, if I had had breakfast, or if I still had both ears. He would, on his way to his upcountry workplace drop by my office to bring me snacks. He would randomly call me to ask me if I knew a tenor harmony for the special song we were going to sing that Sunday. I guess this is the part where I mention that we were on the same worship team.

The things he was doing for me were extremely suspicious. He would for instance call to tell me that he was at a certain bank and was wondering if I had also been at the same bank in the recent past. But even as he did all these things, Solomon wasn’t explaining why.

So I decided to take him out for coffee to find out why. I mean, yes, I like people being nice to me but it is always different if the person is from another gender and you are both single.

We sat at the Makerere Guest House one Friday, took chips and juice, discussed about the weather and the political activities that were happening within the country at that time. By the time we left at 7pm, we still hadn’t discussed the main topic of the evening. There was a lot of confusion in my head. I started asking myself: “Why do people invite other people for coffee and they end up taking juice, and why is the evening coming to an end without answers to the questions that I didn’t ask?”

We went to the taxi park and this wonderful guy went with me all the way to Makindye to make sure I got home safe. When we arrived at my house, we stayed and talked until 1am. Of course, now 1am sounds late but remember this was Friday night in Kampala before Corona, so the city was wide awake.

I escorted him to the stage to catch a taxi back to his house. Right there by the road side, Solomon looked at me in the eyes and told me that he really liked me and that he had been looking for the right time and opportunity to tell me. He told me that he hadn’t traveled far and wide as yet, but that he thought that I was the most beautiful human being he had ever seen.

Solomon and I got married at St Francis Chapel, Makerere on Friday 9th April, 2010 at 2pm.

Reflecting on the 11 years down the road, I am grateful to God for the most amazing guy in the world.

So here’s to the one who laughs hardest at my jokes. To the one who has forsaken all others. To the one who is so selfless, loving, hardworking, smart and cool. To the guy who has given me everything and withheld nothing. To the one who sanctifies me and cleanses me with the washing of the water by the word-(Ephesian 5:26).

Have you ever met someone who is intelligent, smart, rich, humble, and extremely good looking all at once? I know someone like that. He shares April 9th with me.

Here’s to ‘Solomon’, my McDreamy.