Met my wife at the Mallam Sidi camp in Gombe in September 2009. It was day 2 at the Orientation camp. She was different. Standing a little apart from the crowd of girls doing hard to impress and catch new guys. She was still and calm and alone. Hands in the two pockets of her white on white shorts. Her shirt was a vintage polo shirt. She had "class" written all over her. So naturally, I felt intimidated. But just as I was contemplating what excuse I will use to break the ice and talk to her, a young Hausa boy approached me with his cart and asked if I would buy sweets. The idea brightened my eyes and I quickly purchased 10 buttermint sweets and he left I ensured that our eyes met and I hollered at her and asked if she wanted some sweets and without waiting for an answer, I threw 2 in her direction. The Warri girl in her caught the two instinctively then we started a conversation. We became close friends and inseparable at the camp and it became sure that God had a hand in th...