Hanging with a couple of friends last weekend, the conversation crawled from politics and sports to relationships, where it lingered a little longer than usual.

"It’s pretty amazing where and when Cupid decides to shoot his bristly arrow, my cousin  Greg and his sweetheart are getting married  this year, that’s a normal thing, right?” asked Derrick.

Well, the rest of the story isn’t, "can u believe they met at the morgue”! What! We all exclaimed in unison!  Following a bus accident that took place sometime back, he continued, people went to identify bodies of their relatives or friends at the hospital morgue and mortuary, amid wails, rivers of tears and an enormous cloud of horror that was hovering around, cupid chose this time to shoot! They’ve been together since.

"That story is kind of moving, we all admitted, that brings me to my own story,” Enock injected, "though it’s not painted in the same colour, but ours is also a rare one. Guys do you know where I met my woman?” Before we could answer, ‘in a Toilet’! He finished 

We all burst out laughing! Seriously, he insisted, "I recall that day like it was yesterday, having spent the last two days and night at the hospital (my cuisine was sick) by the time someone came to replace me, I was dog-tired and half –blind with sleep! I badly needed a hot bath and an equally hot meal and a warm bed.” He sighed before continuing.

I left the hospital premises in  the premature hours of the night, remembering  I was the house boy, the cook, and the man of the house, undoubtedly  there wasn’t anything to eat at home,  I decided to go and get something to devour before going home.

I stormed my favourite Indian restaurant in town, ordered some chows and patiently waited while sipping a glass of fruit juice. Believe me, when nature calls, no one hangs up. Going to ease my self, I literally bumped into someone in the corridor! And that someone turned out to be the most striking lady my eyes had ever landed on, I apologized and blamed the crash on the dim lights.

Returning from the WC, I scanned the whole place for her but she was nowhere to be found! I fought so hard to get her out of my head. Later, I gave up! I grabbed a ‘Moto’, and rushed home, as luck would have it, on the way, the traffic lights arrested us, turning my head and bam! There she was, also on a moto.

My stomach turned to jelly, though she had on a safety helmet and a scarf around her neck I knew immediately she was the one. (The girl from the loos) I lifted off my helmet, and said, Hi! Am Greg! Before she could reply the lights turned green, and the moto dude didn’t waste any minute but sped off!

I wasn’t going to let her do the disappearing act on me again, I told my ‘moto dude’ to follow them, we ended up at her place. "Are you stalking me?” She asked accusingly.

Those were the first words that started our relationship. We paid the moto guys, I properly introduced myself! We exchanged contacts, two years now we’re still going stronger.

As if the waiter was also held by the spell of the story, at the end of it brought our order of a king size tray of roasted pork followed by a round of beer.

Ends