If You Don't Make Your Intentions to a  Woman Clear You'll eat Rice At Her Wedding. This adage has Never Been More True - Writes Ken Kayange 

Love is a beautiful feeling, this is a story of love, Boyz Narrates his love encounters and how he let 'Mbogi" down . 

It's vividly clear in my heart that this is what I want for myself. As clear as daylight, crystal clear. Without doubt. Actually it was on repeat mode in my heart. It kept ringing in my mind. I couldn't stop envisioning myself holding her in my arms and providing warmth to her in all the seasons. I couldn't stop seeing her walk right next before me and speak to me in a sweet voice. I am so sure I would never stop listening to her. I am pretty sure that I would never get tired of holding her hand and leading her not only along the roads but also through the rough paths of life. 

I recall moments when I would zoom her photos in and out just to confirm that all my love and energy was being poured into the right place. My eyes never got satisfied even for a single moment.  I was so sure to use both the eyes and the mind. I was ready to figure out what she loves and what she hates so that I can make it up to her. What foods she loved and which ones she didn't love, what dresses were her favorites and which ones weren't, what movies, what songs, which colors just to mention a few. I was more than ready to take a bullet for her and die for her since my senses were already dead. I was ready to walk with her down the isle and make her the proudest woman earth has met in the past few decades. Maybe second after Ruth the lucky sojourner. 

I can remember countless times when I would feel a strong feeling of love flowing down my spine straight from the depth of my mind. The feeling had gathered itself so much that it took control of the situation. Truly, when a man is truly in love, he loves for sure. 

This is so deeply engraved in my heart to date. The feeling has never changed from since I saw her first in the church. I was still new in the church and my eyes had seen a new instrument of fantasy. 

However, I wasn't so sure of whether I wanted to go for Mo or not. Her name is Mo precisely. Being new in church, I also didn't want to look like a pauper who jumps from one funeral to the other trying and testing all the available foods. I wanted to still maintain my social status. Much as my heart had fallen in love - love at first sight, I still wanted to remain composed.

I don't really think that my first spotting was during our first praise and worship practice in church, it was after we were done and we were now having a tea break that she caught my auspicious attention.

 As I spoke to Mo I realized a great level of similarities. I was a singer, she also was, in fact she showed me her YouTube channel. Should I share it here? No, I don't have her consent. But I know you'd like her as well. I find her sweet. We shared a deep sense of commonness and I really desired to know much about her. Her level of maturity and how she handled people, how she handled issues around her was a striking point of attraction on her. My attraction on her was not based on her beauty only but on everything else also, as time went on, I started to also take note of her beauty. 

Mo had this sexy body figure that would sent every man gazing at it. Her behinds are intact, one that easily shakes off the challenges of life. Her African dark skin kept reminding me that black is beautiful. Her beautiful voice kept sending unspoken love messages deep into my nerve system. Her height is my type and her smile creates a safe space for my life. I needed this all my life for sure. 

I kept going against that adage that says that all that glitters is not gold. For sure, this was gold. It still is.  Days passed, a lot happened and the feeling still remained the same, but I never said a word neither to her or any of our friends. Sometimes I wish I'd have a better way of saying it to her, but I guess I didn't have the right words to say it. 

I was optimistic that some day I'd have her by my side. I hoped that ill be able to prove to her that mine wasn't' not a lustful illusion that dries up after a short while. I hoped to hold her tight, look straight into her sexy eyes and say straight into her her eyes that, Mo I love you. But I didn't. It all remained a mere fantasy. 

I had daylight fantasies of me and her holding hands on an international platform, invited as guest ministers to minister in music. Poor church boy. I had all the right words on my tongue but none of those words saw the light of the day in her presence. 

I don't understand why a young man so talented like me would never face a girl and throw a few punchlines to her. 

Ken the shy gentleman kept making her a friend in the praise and worship, we kept laughing together and from my end, I could tell she was also interested in me. 

Long story short, a year later, Mo introduced her fiancé to us in church and announced her wedding date.

Funny enough, its November 19th 2020, I am on her bridal team since she explained that I have been a good friend and she can't afford to have me miss her big day. Unbelievably, Ken blurted out a big "Yes, Happy to", yet deep down, I don't want to explain how I felt and how i feel up to now. 

This is how the African proverb, "If you don't make your intentions clear to a woman, youll eat rice at her wedding" has never left my mind to date.