{"id":18883,"date":"2021-08-03T16:33:36","date_gmt":"2021-08-03T13:33:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mywedding.co.ug\/?p=18883"},"modified":"2021-08-03T19:52:51","modified_gmt":"2021-08-03T16:52:51","slug":"couple-meet-in-bloggers-comment-section-get-married","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mywedding.co.ug\/?p=18883","title":{"rendered":"Couple meets in blogger’s comment section, gets married"},"content":{"rendered":"

They say love can find you in the most unexpected of places. This seems true for two Kenyans, Peter Waweru and Abigael Kinini. When Peter commented on a bloggers story, Abigael replied to his comment which led other readers to insinuate that they should share contacts.\u00a0 Three years later, they were walking down the aisle and are now six years strong in the marriage.<\/p>\n

Blogger Jackson Biko Zulu shared their story. Take a look.<\/p>\n

A reader here called Peter Waweru but nobody in their right minds wants to identify themselves as Peter Waweru online because you\u2019d sound like a debt collector. Peter Waweru sounds like a guy who buttons all his shirt buttons even when he isn\u2019t in a tie. So our man goes by the name WESH \u2013 PETERWESH, like James Bond; the name\u2019s Bond\u2014James Bond. It shows chutzpah with just the right sprinkling of grandiose. His picture is that of an exuberant bespectacled chap who probably loves beetroot. He hails from Timboroa; trees, farms and nduthi guys in gumboots sending milk to the milk centers. He started reading the blog when he was in Maseno University studying Business Administration. His comments, if you go back to read them, are long and thoughtful. He read my story when he was working as a business and social researcher at a company along Thika road. Then he commented. You can read it. It got 110 Loves. WESH- PETERWESH was literally running a mini-blog on the comment section. It\u2019s like your tenant subletting the SQ to someone else. Everybody wins.<\/p>\n

Now under his comment [people often commented on his comment], was another regular reader\u00a0 BUMBLEBEE. She was all the way in Taita Taveta in university there, studying procurement. She had noticed PETERWESH. \u201cI always enjoyed reading his comments, they were detailed and thoughtful,\u201d she says, \u201cfrom his picture he looked like a weird kid. He had weird glasses.\u201d She commented on his comment as she often did. She said many things, a little rumble that amounted to saying, \u201cYou, with your weird glasses, are my kind of guy. I think you are cool. Hit me up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Because it takes a village to raise a child, a reader PATT picked the vibe and egged Wesh to clarify BUMBLEBEE\u2019S queries, \u201cover coffee.\u201d Then MWARE (who likes \u2018hare\u2019) said, \u201cPeter, give this chick your number.\u201d Twenty nine people agreed one of who was MWAX who confessed that he too liked BUMBLEBEE but the lady had shown her hand and he would be a gentleman and bow out and if \u2013 WESH- ever went to Spain, he should carry BUMBLEBEE with him because it seemed that girl was a scream. Eight people nodded at him in agreement.<\/p>\n

All this was happening while PETERWESH was having chapos and minji in a ka-joint next to the office. He wasn\u2019t dating, nor was he looking. He lived alone in a one-bedroom with no plants or pets, just him and his microwave. He\u2019s the serious type who says stuff like, \u201cI was looking for a meaningful relationship.\u201d At about 3pm he logged back online to see if his comment had started a small warm fire where people gathered around instead he found a groundswell of cupids rooting for him and BUMBLEBEE.<\/p>\n

So he commented on her comment and said, \u2018Girl, are you sure you are ready for Timboroa love? Because it\u2019s a funky kinda love!\u201d No, no, he\u2019s a gentleman, he wrote, \u201cHi Bumblebee, please share your email address.\u201d This is the point where we say that \u201cand the rest is history\u201d but that\u2019s not who we are here, we like history because upon sharing her email address on his comment in public, things got pretty funky.<\/p>\n

A chap called Brian pinged her immediately while PETERWESH was still powdering his nose in the washroom. He wrote, \u201cHi ma, you sound like you are up my alley. How\u2019s the day going? \u201cHe was pretty interesting, I will accept,\u201d BUMBLEBEE says, \u201cbut he would email a bit too much and when I didn\u2019t respond in a day he would email a \u201cknock knock, anybody there?\u2019 That was a bit suffocating.\u201d<\/p>\n

So, no knock-knock jokes, gentleman.<\/p>\n

PETERWESH didn\u2019t knock on anything. \u201cHe went with the motion, that was pretty cool,\u201d She says. They emailed each other for a whole year; usual mundane stuff. PETERWESH is not good at emailing, he would respond after days and that would really get her goat. Then one day they organised a meet up at Artcaffe in Garden City Mall for 6pm. That day she took the morning train from Voi. She stared outside at the passing landscape but her mind was already in Nairobi, probably waiting for him at Artcaffe. In Nairobi, she took a quick shower at her pal\u2019s place, did her face and slipped into a devastating short black dress and red high heels. \u201cHis profile on IG had a hashtag with Jesus or something and because of that I didn\u2019t want to be inappropriate,\u201d she scratches the air, putting that word in quotes, \u201cI decided to throw on a trenchcoat on top which felt like I was wasting that dress. \u201d It was July. She sat at a table by the door, crossed her legs and waited. \u201cI was feeling really sexy,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

Because even the best-laid plans can\u2019t go as planned, PETERWESH\u2019S phone died as soon as he left the office. So he couldn\u2019t say he was running late. Eventually he got there. \u201cI found a very gorgeous woman in high heels waiting for me. She literally towered over me.\u201d He says. \u201cTo be honest I had stalked her pages during the year we were emailing each other and she struck me as sophisticated and phenomenal. Even my friends thought I was punching above my weight.\u201d BUMBLEBEE was running a company (still does) called KININI CREATIONS. She designs, cuts, stitches the clothes herself, a powerhouse.<\/p>\n

They ordered fries and wings and they talked. He told her about how his family had to abruptly upend their whole lives in Timboroa during the post-election violence. She told him that their family home was built by her father from top to bottom using his own hands. \u201cHe\u2019s a mason,\u201d she told him proudly. [Her father is now deceased]. Made sense, he thought; she worked with her hands, she had inherited his creativity. A dextrous woman. He stared at her hands as she delicately peeled the flesh from her wings. He laughed at her jokes because she\u2019s the funny one in person but he\u2019s the funny one on paper; a writer of sorts. When the sky outside got dark and the cafe slowly shed customers he asked for and settled the bill. They took a matt to town and he walked her to her bus stage, the sky opened and thin sheets of rain started coming down. All around them people rushed home but they strolled through the streets like they were in some romantic movie.<\/p>\n

Later, they sat in her matatu, him keeping her company as it filled up. Her hair smelled of raindrops, his shoulders a dark patch from the rain. They spoke in low tones. \u201cDid you have a good time?\u201d He asked her, \u201cbecause I did.\u201d She smiled and nodded coquettishly. He wanted to keep her smile in his pocket. He tried not to hold her hand, those nimble-looking hands that built beauty. Her father\u2019s hands. When the matatu was full he paid the conductor and hopped off then stood on the pavement and waved goodbye with his small victorious smile then he thrust his hands in his pockets and ambled away into the darkness of rain but not a drop touched him because he felt invincible.<\/p>\n

Later, he texted her to find out if she had gotten home safe. From her bed, cross legged like a Buddha, they texted each other for the first time, having freshly graduated from emails. She wore a private smile as she thumbed words into her phone, her body still vibrating from the rhythm of the evening. \u201cDon\u2019t curve me like you used to with emails,\u201d she texted him, \u201ctaking days to respond.\u201d He texted back: \u201cthe only curves I now know are the ones I saw today.\u201d<\/p>\n

She now laughs heartily at the memory. I look at him like, damn-dawg! He sits there wearing that yeah-what-can-I-say? look,\u00a0 \u201cAnd to think I was covering my dress with a trench coat!\u201d she squeals, \u201cBy the way, I was a bit cynical when I first saw the word \u201cJesus\u201d on his bio. Most men who have bios reading \u2018\u2019Jesus\u2019\u2019, \u201cproud father\/ husband or a bible verse in their bio always turn out to be trash.\u201d ( So are men who write GGMU,\u00a0 I\u2019m reliably informed).<\/p>\n

We are seated at Pallet Cafe in Gigiri\u2019s Gigiri Close; a massive lovely garden that rolls down a tire to a wooden area. A beautiful wooden outdoor bar. A charming waiter wearing ostentatious Congolese loafers. We are seated by the swimming pool at the bottom of the compound. A beautiful snow-white poodle belonging to an Asian couple playfully skirts and yelps around. They are both having wings and chips, their food language, it seems.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m here because after dating for three years BUMBLEBEE AND PETERWESH got married six months ago.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne day I went to his house after work, \u201c BUMBLEBEE says, \u201cthere were fresh flowers and some slow music playing from the TV, which was showing a reel of our pictures. He had a look on his face and as I looked around, taking it all in, a bit surprised and confused, he went down on his knee and he asked for my hand in marriage.\u201d I look at him like damn-dawg!<\/p>\n

\u201cHow long was he on his knee?\u201d I asked because I have always wanted to ask someone this.<\/p>\n

\u201cA while.\u201d She says, looking at him with a look that suggests that she\u2019s ready to wear his skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d he chimes in. \u201c I had sort of practiced my proposal. I knew what to say and when.\u201d\u00a0 They are not only happy, they look happy. Joy bounces off them. I feel like a fly would accidentally land on their skin and die from an overdose of their sanitised happiness. They smile a lot. They look into each other\u2019s eyes; lingering looks. While she\u2019s vivacious, outgoing, and bubbly, he\u2019s more demure. She looks like the risk-taker (as exhibited), while he looks like the type who wants to mull over things a bit longer. The kind of fellow who measures twice and cuts once. She\u2019s the wind. He\u2019s the windcatcher. Want to know how BUMBLEBEE knew for a fact that she would want to marry him? \u201cI like potato crisps,\u201d she says, \u201cwhenever I would go to his house for the weekend I would see that he had added potato crisps to his shopping. I would imagine him walking down the aisle in the supermarket, passing soap and detergent, looking for my potato crisps. Maaan, that for me really touched my heart. It meant that he was a thoughtful person who always had me in mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

A friend of mine, Shona, sees me and comes over to say hello. \u201cThese two guys met on the blog and got married,\u201d I tell her proudly. She says, \u201cWhoa, no way!\u201d I say, \u201cYeap, would you believe that? Six months married now!\u201d PETERWESH grins loudly. BUMBLEBEE smiles hard.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhoaa, how\u2019s it going?\u201d She asks them.\u00a0 He turns and looks at her as if she has better words to describe this overwhelming joy he feels. She says, \u201cit\u2019s going really well. We are very happy.\u201d She looks at him. An angel sings. Of course it\u2019s going really well even though he leaves the toilet seat up and it drives her insane but then again love is a form of insanity, isn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n

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Well, congratulations to you Kinini Abigael and Peter Waweru. One day in the distant future when your marriage has been buried under the rubble of life and its relentless demands, when disappointments have finally been washed to the shores of your marriage and the language in your matrimonial home has changed its timber and now it feels like more teeth and less tongue, your words suddenly weighed with resentment and your reality gloomy and without a tongue of flame to light its walls and it all seems so impossible, I hope you all take a moment to at least read this piece and remind yourselves how beautiful your love was and how beautiful you all were in it. Then perhaps therein you might find a reason to fight for it again if it deserves a chance. Thanks for always reading and commenting and on behalf of the gang here, I wish you guys all the joy and health.<\/p>\n

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This story was first published on Biko Zulu<\/a><\/p>\n

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