I have been asked several times about how Mr. Shoes and I met. Until now, I have concealed that information, and by the time you’re done reading, you’ll understand why I have kept that information hidden. Why am I sharing the information now? Honestly, I don’t know. Perhaps, it has something to do with my very good mood. I did, after all, just buy myself a new shirt today.
You may or may not have heard me mention that I used to attend a Catholic church. I don’t remember if I have written it on my blog, but I have definitely mentioned it several times on the show. I used to attend St. Luke’s Catholic Church here in Maryland where Mr. Shoes (real name: Ike) was a new priest. We (my family and I) had just started attending St. Luke’s church because it was a recent discovery (and because it was closer to us, too). For some reason, we always thought it was an Anglican church.
I didn’t care for the church really, but mom in her usual way, went above and beyond to familiarize herself with the people of the church, and when she found out that there was a Nigerian priest there, she could not be stopped. She would invite him over to our house for lunch on Sundays; he’d stop over on his way from church during the week; and whenever he was hungry, you know where he came to: our house. It continued this way until Father Ike was transferred to Saint Mary’s Parish in Chicago.
All this time, the entire communication between Father Ike and my family was pretty much between him and my mom. My conversation with him was always ‘Hi’ and ‘Bye’ — until the day mom got promoted at work and decided to have a little reception that was anything but little. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it was at a rented venue instead of our house. The place was overcrowded with Nigerian people that were screaming on top of their lungs about politics, men, God, food, beer, children, and everything in between. I went outside to sit on the steps, take some fresh air in, and make a few calls. Father Ike came and sat with me. We ended up talking for hours. I didn’t even need to make one single call. That was in January 2009.
Unknown to me, Father Ike had been reading my blog. I had put up a write-up – Dear Saint Valentine – before Valentine’s Day. On Valentine’s Day, Father Ike showed up at my house with a bag of starbursts, a box of chocolates, and a singing card. He did not look like the Father Ike I was used to seeing. He looked like a man – like a man that was not a priest, like a man that was not a priest and was also available. He told me about some things that happened, which made him hang up his priestly robe (personal things that I cannot reveal on this blog). At the time, I did not know he had a thing for me. I think I kinda sorta know now *INSERT WIDE IGBO GRIN*
So, that’s how we started. Well, we didn’t start just like that. It took several months of begging, convincing, and possibly, prayer and fasting. You can imagine my hesitation. My mother, on the other hand, was not surprised. She said she always knew he liked me. Mothers! She could have at least pretended to not like the idea. She just seemed so happy to have him become a prospective son-in-law.
Unlike last year and the year before, I will not ask that you slap yourself for believing the preceeding story. But if you can just send me a bottle of perfume, I’ll be fine. Happy April Fool’s Day. Who am I kidding? Slap yourself jooor. I, Vera Ezimora, in love with a priest? Maka why? What does he have that other men don’t have? Wait, Mr. Shoes … as a priest? Psshtt! That would be the day. I will become a Buddhist the day he becomes a Catholic priest.
But Happy Valentine’s Day.
Did I fool you?
Nope! Not fooled :). Sweet story nevertheless. You have a fertile… erm imagination.
LOL @ fertile imagination. I have a lotta things that are fertile oh! No try me. Kai, but I’m sad that you didn’t fall sha.
Vera! I knew this was coming so I read it with today’s date in mind 😛
Cheiiii! I need to find a creative way to start doing this oh. Y’ll cannot keep avoiding this. Something has got to be done 😀
not at all. as soon as i started reading, i knew it was a lie.
Leggy, this your sense is too much. Ah, ah! Wetin sef? LOL. No make me to provoke oh!
you try small Vera, that’s why i had to leave a comment and why is google reader no longer accepting feeds from your blog ???? Abeg fix that thing oh, biko nnu (na so them dey talk am abi ?)
Sweetheart, it’s because I moved my blog. Take me off Google Reader and add me again with the new RSS feed. Any feed you have me on, take me off and add me again. It should start working after that. The right thing is “Biko nu,” and you’re obviously not far from it
You try with the story and I must say you fooled me at some point.
Well done.
Happy New Month
Happy New Month to you too, Lara. Yessssss …. I fooled you! Woot, woot! *Dancing*
Smh @ you for the deceit…..I was already giddy from this love story….you got me!!!
LOL!!! Hahahaha. Ada, akwa love ooo! I shall cherish this deceit forever and ever. Love you much!! *KISSES* LOL
I really should slap myself,don’t I know u well enough by now???mschiEew
I know some opus dei guy wit a similar story is y I believed jooooo!!!!!!!#walkn away angrily
QMoney, hahahaha. Look @ you! You wey I never see your tail light since, and today you decided to show to come and hear story abi? LOL! That’s what you get. Of course, I still love you.
Vera!!! iCant with ur foolishness this early in the morning….Father Ike aka Mr. Shoe, brilliant read though and remind me to tell u about my Nairobi nun on a later date *big grin*
LOL @ your Nairobi nun. Bia, is that a joke? It sounds naughty!!! iWanna hear already. Hurry! In fact, I don’t think it’s true sef. Wait. Is it true? Darn it, you’ve got me all confused, Bill!
P.S. I don’t like this your name oh! I was perfectly fine with Bill. iShall continue to call you Bill.
P.P.S. I wanna be a socialite too 🙁
I cannot believe i was totally sucked in by this! And i had today in mind, so why? why?? why??? AARRGGHHH!!! lol.
Rayo, don’t be too mad at yourself, sogbo? LOL. At least, you’re a fine babe nah, so you shouldn’t have any problem. Tehehehe.
You didn’t fool me o because i suspected it and read the end first :p….lol
Shorty, that is so not allowed!!! How dare you scroll to the bottom of the page? I should just charge you a convenience fee now. If not that I’m in an exceptionally good mood ehn ….!
Almost got me….when I read that your mother was happy that you and a whole “Father” were getting along, I KNEW for sure the story was not true. Igbo catholic women take their priests very seriously and she would not have accepted that her own daughter should derail an ordained priest. Aru! Lol!
Ta! Mechi onu! What do you mean, ordained priest? Kpacha lu anya gi oh!!! It was love! Well, I’m warning you right now … you better be very careful oh! How dare you not fall for my April Fool’s trick?
After that wedding own?…Lai lai…I knew it was a lie…na today of all days you wan pour your heart…na so…lol
Very nice try tho…and please we need the real you and Mr. Shoes story o…x
Hahahaha @ wanting to pour my heart. See, I don’t like the way you people are treating me oh. Ah, ah! What if I had actually decided to “pour my heart” today? This is what you would be saying abi? Okay oh. My God will vindicate me. LOL.
Na wa o! I fell for it yet again. SMH. And I was reading this while planning an April Fool’s joke for someone else.
Hahaha! You see? My God works in mysterious ways. While you were busy plotting someone else’s downfall, you were too blind to even notice the pit that was in front of you. Tehehe. Let’s just say that the good Lord used me as an instrument to teach you a very fine lesson.
Fell for it, hook, line and sinker. Only defence? Did not remember today’s date. Nice one V.
I was about to say wait o, when did this happen that Vera didn’t tell me. I was about to call ur fone and give u a piece of my damn mind. I was like Ike? My Shoes? The last time i checkedo, that was not Mr. Shoe’s name. You got me confused for a minute. U are a big fool for real.
Busola, I have no word for you. You, of all people, you fell??? You see why I said your IQ is low abi? How could you fall??? You know how this went down naaaaa! I’m seriously worried about your brain.
Joxy, You fell? Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can have a defense all you want oh. Me, I don’t care. What matters is that I totally got you! Chei. Una just wan hear gist!
Once I saw “priest” I knew it was a joke! Come on people!
Come on, gerrout! EDJ, I shall get you one day! Best believe that! *beats chest three times*
Vera! Vera!! Vera!!!
How many times did I call you?
You got me sha.
Lucid, you know what’s funny? When I was typing this post up, I was hoping that if no one else does, that you would fall for it. I know how much you just lovvvvvveeee to hear gist. Tehehehe. You can say that I had you in mind when I typed this. Don’t say I don’t love you oh. LOL.
Fell for this line hook and sinker….again!!!!!!!!!
*smh* I’m a sucker for love stories what can i say..
Hahahaha. Ginger, I just love you. You are my typa babe!! Please, continue to fall for my tricks oh. It makes me feel good. Tehehe. Love you. *KISSES*
Read late, boo yaa!
You got me though.
I got you? Yay!!!! Woot, woot!!!
ol…. people actually fell for this? especially Busola???
Fufu, help me ask her ooo! I couldn’t believe the yeye girl fell for it either. She needs to chop serious cane walahi.
Not even close to fooling me…lol
Im getting good at this…lol
Mikki, I’m gonna get you next time!!! You better believe it. This is not over. This is sooooooooooooooooooooo not over!
girl if you dont update you blog tonight, we are going to have a major problem…..
Funmie, stop threatening me! You can’t do norrin to me! *INSERT LONG IGBO HISS*