I had a Bro Ocholla moment. Yup. I did. Sounds hilarious now, but at the time, it was bad!!!
My heart had been crushed into fine powder, and like any good mourner, I was shuffling back and forth between the different stages of grief. Shock, pain, guilt and rage ran my life. My favourite place to be was ‘denial’ because in those moments I had a sense of tenacity albeit just for a minute. I was ecstatic, delirious even!
Being newly single had popped up on the radar somehow and I had myself going out on great dates! The distractions, I welcomed gladly.
Once, I went out with a friend for dinner, had lots of fun and got a warm selfie with him. In typical slay queen fashion, I excitedly sent it to one of my friends on messenger; except it wasn’t to one of my friends. I sent it by mistake to a lady that looked up to me and knew me as a married and dignified pastor. In fact, her last message to me was concerning how much of an inspiration I was, in matters marriage.
I was toast!!!!