Example of How to Find Your Wife

By Precious Izu Nwankpa

With God, they say, all things are possible. Precious followed his dreams through failures, heartaches, disappointments and heartbreaks until he reached the heavenly gate.....and true love heartily greeted him. It all happened in the OIL RICH community, BONNY ISLAND {The seat of Nigeria LNG}. But within the problems were invaluable lessons that made him stronger. Now it is your turn to find true love and be happy......Lets study the lessons.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477239919

Precious Izu Nwankpa

Precious Izu Nwankpa was born on April 5, 1974. After his primary and secondary schools at Aba, he moved into the business .It was not until he found a spiritual path where he started receiving training as a co-worker with God that his eyes opened to see the realities of life. He specializes on marriage conselling and works with single parents and broken hearted. He has written such titles as How I Found My Guardian Angel, Saved From The Hand Of A Wicked King and How I Conquered Lust - all are undergoing publishing now. He is an undergraduate - studying law. He is the founder and president of Marry Now Foundation.

Book preview

Welcome

For the first time since I knew her, I set my eyes to appreciate her beauty. She sat on one of the chairs in my office at a vintage point where I had a better look at her. Her eyes sparkled with bright light with an oval straight face. Dark in complexion bodied and strong built. About 4.8 feet tall, a specially made or designed buttock to match the height and a milk-filled chest—very attractive. She was almost 30 at the time.

But I had stopped asking women out at least for the past two years since I wrote my last book—How I Conquered Lust. But something in me was very much eager to explore the world of this wonderful woman sitting and chatting with me right there in my office. This something was too much for me to resist. But where do I start?

I had reserved myself all these past years waiting for her to arrive. And the signs of her arrival into my life must be unmistakably conspicuous for at least she must be white and not black. And it would come so natural that something in us would let us know that we are made for each other.

Do you belong to church of light of God? Her eyes focused on me telling me something special.

My Religion, Nay, my church is not one the popular mainline churches but a purely spiritual path to God. I hadn’t discussed it with her the few times she came to my office before now. Did she ask about me at my back?

I wouldn’t tell. How did she know something about me so soon though not a secret?

The thoughts of how come that question made me forget that I hadn’t answered her. And it was like I intentionally ignored her. I was at the same time concentrating on my job. Sorry, I was a Gsm Technician at the time.

As I raised my head, her deep, broad, dark and bright eyes were still gazing on my forehead demanding an answer—an immediate one as of that matter. Her looks were seriously mean and demandful but not desperate. And she sensed that I didn’t want to answer her.

I already knew you are but confirm what the Holy Spirit is saying in a much begging manner, she politely said.

Yes, that’s my church I said with a smile on my face. I watched her sit back on the chair, relaxing with a smile of satisfaction on her face too. There seemed to be an uninterrupted silence for a while until one woman walked in.

After attending to her, she left. And my August visitor asked with curiosity.

What does it take to learn your job?

Truly, every relationship more especially those that come natural always have basics—real or imaginary as starting point

Her last question was a base on which our relationship was to anchor. And it did. Yet she wasn’t white but I felt a special something for her in my heart. Something only those in my shoes would know how it feels like.

Joke apart, I did like to learn your job enthusaiscally she said.

Her request added laughter to the already smiles on my face.

How can she? I thought.

But she meant it. As we continued to discuss about her learning my job, my handset continued to ring repeatedly. A lady I had an appointment to meet at her shop was calling and waiting for me. My august visitor saw the need for me to go and see the lady. Therefore, she stood and left and promised to come back the following day. But before she left, we had sealed up a deal.

You can start up the training free of charge tomorrow if you want I told her.

At the end of that day’s business, the beautiful image of her face and her glorious voice refused to escape my memory. She possessed one thing that would always keep me dying for a woman—a partner-to-be. And that one thing is spirituality—the power of spiritual knowingness. At least, so I thought, though it was too early to conclude.

It was at this point that I remembered the first time she came to my office. She came with a young man, I supposed was her date. The Second time she came, both of them were together. Therefore, I had every reason to ask her this last time she came alone

Where’s your boyfriend or husband?

He is neither my boyfriend nor my husband Defensively, she replied.

Just that I worked in his elder brother’s company. And he liked the way I worked and we became just friends still making the point clear to me, she said.

"Was she free? Rhetorically, I asked myself because I was already falling in love with her. I decided to find out next time she comes. Lest I forget, this our first chat and welcome into my life was on 20th January 2008.

Proposal

Like a boy waiting for mum’s arrival from the market and with a certain hope of receiving presents from her, I couldn’t wait any longer to see the brightness of the new day when my August visitor is scheduled to start her training. At this point, to protect her identity, let’s call her Onyeka.

I was less concerned about teaching her my job than minding telling her how much I loved and would like to be with her for life. By this time she was already teaching in a private primary school opposite my office. As soon as she closed, she walked down to my office for the training.

My immediate elder brother happened to be around as she came and we were already going out. I handed her the office keys and watched her take over my seat. As we were leaving, my elder brother took a look at her and said

She is beautiful and calm, why not marry her? I laughed it off. Next day, same time, she came again and I was already leaving for lunch, take a seat and wait, I shall be coming back right away. Looking into her eyes, I said. I could sense the weakness of her aura as regards to her tolerance and acceptance level. Anyway, that didn’t matter because if she would be my wife, it won’t be necessary that she learn my job. I’d fix her into some other lucrative business.

I can’t wait; maybe later I shall come| she said resignedly. Infact, she needed to cook, therefore she went to market and prepared her meal.

On the third day when she came, her morale and interest for the job was so much lessened. According to her she was no longer interested. By her choice, the drive that would help her learn my job and be sustained in it has been nipped in the bud. Therefore, she failed my test. But she couldn’t just walk away because a relationship has been established between us within the four days we interacted.

We were gradually becoming part of each other. She visited me as many times as possible before each day’s end. And every night, we spent hours together.

Luckily for us at that point in time, I needed somebody that would help finish the typing of my first book-How I found my Guardian Angel. And she was there for me.

As she sat in the other of my partitioned office to type, instantly, I saw a wife in her. I wished she were my wife. That was when the first thought of proposing her sneaked into my mind. All things being equal (ceteris paribus), i needed a woman that would help me in my literary works.

Next day, when she came, I didn’t waste time and I proposed her though unofficial and casual.

Why don’t you go and marry that lady across the road that you call my wife jokingly, she said though with a sense of jealousy, I picked offence at her remark and suggestion and I gave her a mild slap on her cheeks. After looking into my eyes as if saying but I don’t deserve this from you she quickly walked out on me. I allowed her to go.

Next day, she came back again and we resumed the issue of proposal and she mentioned another girl again. I mildly slapped her a second time.

You slapped me? giving me a pretentious surprised look, she asked and immediately, she walked away. Repeated calls on her to accept my apology fell on deaf ears.

As she left, I felt very bad within me messing up a second chance in the name of love. But I thanked God for at least teaching me a lesson through my daily experiences that I don’t have to be a wife-beater or better a fiancée beater. I remembered those days when Dad used to beat hell out of Mum and his second wife too. Every time it happened, the entire family would be in sorrow for hours, sometimes days, peace and joy would be lost or elude us.

And I had chosen to lead a life complete opposite of Dad who lusted for anything under the skirts and only learn the leadership qualities which he possessed and did well as a community leader. Had he the wherewithal and the opportunity of king Solomon, he would have done the same – a thousand women at his beck and call. After remembering what a hell the family would be by going down the drain of beating and fighting, there and then I made a decision never and never to slap or beat any woman in my life again.

Ever since then the challenges of keeping to that promise had come severally and I maintained it.

No sooner did she walk away than I called her line and she appeared, I guessed she was intentionally helping me to create those scenes to test my temperament, what happened became a story.

When next we sat in my office to chat, I observed that she began to laugh to herself—yes, a simple conspicuous smile displayed on her face I wanted to ask her why she was laughing but instincts told me to ignore her. Later she began to play very rough with me,

Be careful and watch my eyes,

I warned her as she brought a sharp object close to my eyes in the name of play.

I will pluck out your eyes with it

She said laughing, still bringing it close to my eyes.

M . . . m . . . . m you will marry me O if you wound me

if I bring you the white woman, won’t you marry!

She said, looking intently at me as if beseeching me to tell her the truth.

White woman?

I have no business with them.

Denying her a fact she ought to know.

I intentionally decided to keep it away from her. Whatever it is that’s telling or revealing those secrets to her could wait, I thought.

Your greatest problem as you are now is to marry a white woman. You only need to confirm what the Holy Spirit is saying. She said certainly.

"Ok, ok, I accept the truth that you are saying.

We shall marry but I will still marry the white woman". Doubting myself I said.

That’s your business, you will carry it with your head, resignedly, she said with a half-hearted spirit of acceptance, I thought.

We would marry but I would still marry the white woman.

I said again to make sure she understood me.

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You would carry the burden of your choice with your head she replied.

At that point the realization of the burden of the choice I was making weighed me down. Marrying two women yet I didn’t know the one to give up. I loved to marry her. And the more she revealed the power of her spiritual knowingness the more I fell for her. I’m spiritual and I loved to marry a spiritual woman too.

Finally before she walked out of my office that day, the purpose of that relationship was established—marriage.

Challenges

The challenges of surviving any relationship are many. No sooner had we relaxed to enjoy the fruits of love than the challenges cropped up.

My immediate elder brother asked me to come over to Port Harcourt from Bonny Island where I was living and working at the time for a business travel to Abuja with him. His company had asked him to supply them particular earth moving equipment and we