She was not his perfect idea of a ‘wife’, but guess what? That was what made her so awesome in his eyes. His goal of a possible relationship wasn’t that his woman lived up to being on the expectations he’d put her on. His luck that day, in the bus, was the connection he felt with his wife, and who she really is. He did not fall for the ‘Ideal’, he fell for the person. – DBM
“Dave, good evening to you and all of your cherished followers. I love The Proposal series very much. I love your Facebook platform and how you have managed to keep your timeline so clean and informative. Kudus to you, buddy!
Okay, so the day I met my wife, I was very ill. I had been sick for over a week, and had been given days off work, until I was back in good health. I was traveling to Cape Coast to check on some ‘one-two-one-two’ deals before resuming work the Monday of that week. It was a Sunday morning, and I was the only person at the back seat of the Ford Bus at Kaneshie, waiting on other passengers to fill the empty seats. I needed to return to Accra, that same day, so I was timing the day.
My wife joined the bus. And of all the empty seats in the bus, she chose to take a seat by my side, at the back. I cringed at my first look at her. She seemed like a talkative (and she is a talkative). I also felt she could be a troublemaker. She looked it. Dave, my wife is troublesome, and in-as-much as I adore her, she’s caused me more trouble than either I or my siblings could have ever caused me – in my lifetime.
In her head, she thinks ‘she’s defending me’, because I am the ‘quiet’ type.
Let me get back to the story: I responded to her greeting, and to my surprise, she smiled kindly. A few seconds after the smile, she asked me if it was okay with me – for her to eat her lunch. I nodded slightly, after all, what had her eating in the car got to do with me? (I thought, because it wasn’t my car). She opened a bowl of Konkontey and Okro soup/stew, and was eating it with a spoon.
Dave, I felt like vomiting. And I think I showed her the signs of it. The aroma of the food turned me off. I asked her politely to consider sitting outside of the car to eat her meal instead, but she pretended as if she hadn’t heard me. I asked her again, and she looked me in the eye to say, “NO!” I smiled at her response because I was still assuming she couldn’t be serious. I asked her to take a different seat then, and eat there. She refused to mind me.
“I’ve not eaten the whole day. Been running up and down saaa. I need to eat something.”
I was in a T-Shirt and shorts. Every hair on my legs literally stood up. Dave, it was morning, early morning, so I knew she was lying about running up and down. She had brought that food from home to catch the morning bus. She actually told me at a point to vomit in the car – if I felt like it, and that, she was willing to clean after me.
Different passengers joined the bus, and almost everyone had that same disgusting look on their faces. The aroma of her meal had flooded the bus, even though the booth and the entrance door were opened. A passenger asked her to eat outside and she got mad at the lady. They argued until the driver and ‘bookmen’, gave her options to either eat outside of the car or simply just stop eating inside of the car.
She closed her bowl in anger. At that moment, she couldn’t seem to breathe as her anger had flown out of her chest into her mouth. I watched her ran her tongue over it, hard and bitter, then swallowed it again. I thanked her for stopping eating. She shook her head and just looked away.
The bus took off when all the seats had been filled. The air conditioners were put on. I started feeling very cold. I started to shake at a point, before reaching WestHills Mall. By the time we reached Budumburam, I was totally wasted. I had fallen sick again, shaking like a leaf.
My wife asked the driver to turn off the AC but the majority of the people in bus wouldn’t understand. They already did not like my wife, so, her asking for such a favor even made matters worse. Some reminded us that it was because of the air condition that made them come to board the bus. Others also were asking us how much we all paid for the bus fare. Someone actually wanted to know why a sick person would want to sit in an air condition bus to freeze himself to death.
It was impossible reasoning with anyone, so I remained quiet, and just kept shivering at my corner. Just before we got to Winneba junction, I felt this warm flesh, touch my thigh. My wife was in a short skirt, and it was her thigh. I felt a sudden rush of warmth enter my body. It felt right, so I gently pressed my thigh to hers to warm myself. I started hardening, really hard.
She placed her palm into mine, and leaned towards me. I placed my head on her shoulder, and I think I started feeling better somehow.
My wife is the joy in my life right now. I mean, she gets me. She knows me in a way. And often times would make moves she knows I would expect her to. She may be a mess in her own shit, but she has been the joy in my mess and shit, and I love her for that. When she touches me, I feel deep through me, through the ugliness underneath my skin… I mean, she makes me feel, she holds me together… she pushes my skin back into its proper place.
When we passed Apam, we were both looking into the tainted glass, enjoying the greens, the trees, when we spotted two pretty, really cute birds, on a branch of a tree, perking at each other. My wife pointed me to their direction and then, smiled in a whisper and softly said to me,
“Even birds feel love!”
I remained silent. I loved her closeness to me. I liked her, Dave. I really did. I really do. I looked her in the eye and just asked her age. She was 34. I was 36. I asked whether or not she was in any serious commitment with any man. She was single. I was single too. And we both smiled at that information. We liked the sound of that. For the rest of the journey to Cape Coast, we remained quiet in each other’s arms. I got down at Tantri, and just after I had alighted, I remembered I hadn’t taken her number, so I begged the driver to give me a second to save her number on my phone. After she had given me her contact number, before closing the door, I said it loud to the hearing of everyone in the bus,
“When you see me next, you should be wearing my ring on your left finger.”
I think that was my proposal of a sort.
“And I’m definitely going to say YES to that.” She said.
Dave, because they are women, people usually would want to force their thinking and opinions on them, their boundaries on them. We indirectly would want to be an influence in how they dress, how they have to behave as women, who they can meet and even sometimes, where they can or cannot go. Not my wife. She does not live in the shadows of people’s judgement. She is woman enough to make her own choices in the light of her own wisdom.
She accepted my proposal in the bus and it meant a lot to me. We all have one heart, and once we give it away, it’s gone. If we wear it on our sleeves, a lot of people would be there to take advantage of it. And, neither of us wanted to waste that opportunity to commit. I liked her. She liked me, and that was good enough for us.
We got married five months later. We have a Four (4) years old daughter.
Love is where preparation and opportunity meet.” – From J K Ansah