We met at a club and he was as bubbly as I wanted my husband to be; His passion for what he liked got my attention, the adventures he was ready to try out blew me away. Bayo and I were two musketeers on a wild adventure.
we did everything that could be done by two young adults and I was satisfied with the choice I had made.
Three years later, nothing was the same.
Bayo Started attending Church on Sundays and then Wednesdays and before I knew it, he was paying tithe religiously and sowing seeds.
“Bayo, you are taking this church thing too seriously!” I always said.
He just kept assuring me that nothing will change but everything changed!
As a good wife, I tried to catch up with his church pace but before I could put myself together, I became the wife of a Pastor.
I didn’t prepare to be a Pastor’s wife but somehow, I had to play the role and look the part…
….. to be continued