theheartsdiary

Ada met Femi at a youth camp in Ibadan. It was a rainy August evening. The campfire was crackling, praise songs were rising, and everyone was in a spiritual high. Femi stood out not because he was loud or showy, but because he was calm. Grounded. Mysterious. He played the drums with such focus and intensity, it was like he worshipped with every beat. Ada noticed him from across the fire. Later that night, while the campers shared testimonies and roasted corn, Femi approached her. “You sing beautifully,” he said, his voice soft and sure. Ada blushed. “Thank you.” That was the beginning. They exchanged numbers, and from that point on, they were inseparable. He would call her every night for prayers. Send her daily devotionals. Even when she was tired, he’d remind her, “Let’s not sleep without talking to God.” In less than a year, he became her spiritual partner, her emotional rock, her everything. So when Femi asked her to be his girlfriend during a youth vigil in front of the wh...