A LOVE STORY WORTH SHARING

I know we’re up to some serious work, but this love story was just too sweet not to share.

Today, my friend Jidenna, whom I hadn’t seen in ages, surprised me with a visit.

I shut down my system, cancelled all appointments, and we dived into catching up like old times.

I wasn’t surprised by how well he was doing—he always looked like someone destined for success, so the Benz didn’t shock me. What surprised me was that despite the hundreds of millions in his bank account, he still wasn’t married.

Curious, I asked him why. His answer? He had never fallen in love with anyone the way he had fallen for Mary.

Now, here’s the twist—Mary is happily married with kids. Back in the day, they were inseparable, but as we know, women tend to figure things out quicker. Mary couldn’t wait for Jidenna to be "ready," so she married John, who had been just as serious about her.

I always knew Mary and Jidenna kept in touch, and at times, I feared there might be something more going on. He often sought her opinion on personal matters, but today, he confirmed that nothing inappropriate had ever happened.

What he said next truly blew my mind:

"Chuka, if Mary and I wanted to rekindle something now, it would be easy. But in all our conversations, she never once mentioned that John treated her badly. She doesn’t just seem happy—she is happy. And I see no reason to take that peace and joy away from her life, especially when I can’t promise her the same, even if I love her more."

Now, that for me is LOVE.

So maybe, just maybe, I’m asking you to be like John. Love your woman so well that even someone who desires her more than you can still step back, simply because of how well you treat her.

Choi.

Have a good evening if you’re in Nigeria. And to the rest of the world—more grace.

Shalom.

PLEASE NOTE: That is not Jidenna in the Photo. The guy in the Photo is Okemiri and he is currently loving a Calabar giel 😜

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