Our Story

DIVINE INVITATION
He Brought Cake. God Brought Him.

I’ve always loved hosting—dinners, game nights, spontaneous worship—you name it. One Sunday after church, I spotted two new faces and did what I do best: invited them over. Their Ghanaian accent? Next level. I had to have them at my gathering.

The invite was for 6 p.m., but at 5 sharp, my doorbell rang. It was Alister—with a homemade cake. I assumed store-bought (because, well, vibes), but nope—he baked it. From his mum’s recipe, no less. A man who’s early and brings dessert? Impressive.

Thanks to good ol’ Ghana Man Time, the rest arrived late, giving us two uninterrupted hours. That night sparked a friendship built on deep chats, exam stress, and relationship stories.

At one point, while venting about being called “difficult,” I joked, “Date me and see.” Apparently, that was the challenge Alister needed. And he rose to it.

We got close—so close I once told him, “I hope your future wife likes me.” Plot twist? God had already told him who his wife would be. He just kept it quiet.

Then came my birthday. Alister was abroad, but sent a devotional to my mom titled Praying for Your Husband. Smooth. And yes, the prayer worked.

In Alister, I found laughter, love, faith, and cake recipes. Nmiishɛɛ (My joy), thank you for being my answered prayer—exceedingly, abundantly, above all I could ask or think. 💛

DIVINE TIMING
I Came for Jollof, Stayed for Love.

It all started one Sunday at church in Philly, post-COVID, when I was new in town and quietly on the hunt for friends—and a solid jollof plug. Mid-sermon, the pastor mentioned a girl who completed her entire first year of med school virtually. Wild. After service, I met her—Sharon. Yes, the virtual med school warrior.

She introduced herself, said I shared a name with her cousin (rare flex), and invited me to a game night. I pulled up early (rookie mistake), double-layer chocolate cake in hand (humble brag). No one else showed up for hours, so we ended up talking—and just like that, the friendship began.

We became study partners (CPA and board exams), prayer buddies, and unofficial relationship advisors—while dating other people. Then came 2023: both single, both growing in faith. On Jan 8, 2024, I felt God say, “Sharon is your wife.” I prayed. Fasted. Triple-checked with God, my pastors, and my parents. Meanwhile, Sharon kept asking if I liked her. I dodged.

Eventually, I told her. She hit me with “You’re my best male friend.” Ouch. But less than 24 hours later, plot twist—she changed her mind.

We dated “slowly” (three months later I proposed 😅). Because when God writes your love story, timing bends.

Today, I’m marrying my best friend. My answered prayer. And yes—she still remembers the cake.