Dear esteemed readers, you have been on quite a journey with me, and I am here to share the incredible continuation of my story. Do you remember the girl I met at the nightclub, the one I mentioned in my previous post, titled A Chance Encounter with Forgotten Love: The Unveiling of True Intentions? If you haven’t read it yet, I urge you to do so; it will make this tale even more captivating.

Before I dive into this thrilling chapter, I have an interesting event to share, one that transpired the day before Happiness crossed the threshold of my home. It was a theatre awarding event and concert, and I couldn’t resist attending, even though it was a theatre event that had led to my divorce, a story you can catch up on in Rekindling Hearts: A Story of Resilience, Divorce, and Redemption.

This event was not a typical evening outing; it was a celebration of thespian excellence, and it was only after the concert that the awards were presented. I reconnected with old friends, met my beloved audience, and even posed for pictures with one of my faithful readers. To top it all off, I was honoured with the title of Poet of the Year.

For those who may not know, poetry is my lifeblood, and writing is my muse. If I haven’t told you before, I am telling you now. That day, etched in my memory, was filled with artistic wonders, appreciated best by fellow lovers of the stage.

The following day, Happiness called me as I made my way back home. For those who may not have been following my tales closely, here’s the link to that story again: A Chance Encounter with Forgotten Love: The Unveiling of True Intentions.

As soon as Happiness crossed the threshold of my home, I was overwhelmed by an inexplicable impulse. I ventured into the kitchen and prepared a sumptuous meal of Jollof rice, using the chicken I had bought before the theatre event. This act of culinary charity had been dormant for far too long.

We shared a meal, and amid our conversation, she dropped a question that nearly made me choke on my food: “Paul, do you love me?” My response? “How can I love a playgirl like you?” Her smile was enigmatic, and she confessed it was all in jest. I told her that I would reveal my intentions at the right time, choosing to tread carefully, not wanting to either hurt her or have my own heart broken.

Following the end of our meal, I announced my intention to retire for some much-needed rest, given my weariness. To my surprise, Happiness insisted on joining me in bed, and, against my better judgment, I agreed. But that was just the beginning. The true shocker was when she asked me to cuddle her. I reluctantly obliged, merely to see her smile.

As I awoke, I found her missing from the bed. Initially, I thought she had returned home, but her phone and bag remained in my living room. The dread began to set in as I realized that the door was locked.

I embarked on a frantic search, checking every nook and cranny of my home, even calling her name aloud, yet she remained elusive. It was as though the lights had gone out, and suddenly, a touch from behind jolted me. I turned in terror only to find myself in a hospital bed, with my wife by my side, exclaiming, “Doctor, he has regained consciousness!” Her relief was palpable, “Thank God he is alive. At least, I won’t be hounded by family members. Just two days after our wedding. God forbid,” she gesticulated, sighing.

That pivotal moment, where I lost consciousness or fell into a coma, was when “The Seeds of Discord” were sown, as recounted in Rekindling Hearts: A Story of Resilience, Divorce, and Redemption.

Now, you understand why my friends and parishioners were congratulating me in A Miraculous Day: Reunion, Redemption, and Divine Invitation.

I am profoundly grateful to you, dear readers, for accompanying me on this remarkable journey, filled with life-and-death moments, spanning from July 19th, 2023, to October 13th, 2023. Thank you for being a part of this incredible experience.

With gratitude and warmth,
Your Favourite Character,
Paul