6 years ago, we found love in a usual setting. We met in December 2011, and at the oddest of places – a church in Mushin, Lagos. As the usual end-of-the-year practice, we had come home to spend time with family and friends. There were no crickets chirping, no birds singing, No butterflies dancing, No sparks in the air. Nothing to signify that this was anything worthy of note. Actually, there was one – a mild distaste for a proud laughing, Pastor-son looking young man. A mutual friend had introduced us to each other and in a bit, there he was, warming up to my sisters. 2 months became 4, and 6, and then 12. Still nothing. Except for regular checkups on each other.