I was in the salon braiding my hair when he walked in. Where I sat was directly facing the entrance, so I saw him walking in. He looked into the mirror and we made eye contact. He looked lost. He looked around and asked one of the ladies a question or two. I don’t know what the lady told him, but he sat down, still looking at me through the mirror.

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I went to the salon with my four-year-old daughter. She was seated a seat away from him, but immediately after he sat down, my daughter started bothering him. He was receptive. He paid attention to her but was still looking at me. Our eyes would meet and I would turn away.

When I was done and I got up, he also got up. He asked my name and I told him. He said, “I’ve seen you before. Maybe you haven’t, but I have.” Out of curiosity, I asked where. I mentioned the likely places he might have met me. He shook his head and said, “Can I have your number? I will tell you when I call.”

I gave him my number, and he carried my daughter while we walked out. My daughter’s father, Jeff, had called to say he was on his way to pick up the girl, so I waited for a little while. He waited with me. When Jeff arrived and saw this gentleman next to me, he greeted him and locked eyes with him.

Jeff asked his name. He said he was Charles. I hadn’t even asked for his name. Jeff responded, “Charles, I’ve seen you somewhere before, but I can’t remember.”

They were plunged into a long conversation trying to figure out where they had met each other. Charles said he had met me before, but I didn’t remember. Jeff also realized he had met Charles before, but they couldn’t determine where they had met. Jeff carried his daughter and drove away. Charles waited until my Uber came and I left.

I didn’t hear from him again until weeks later. When he called, he said, “I wanted to be sure where I met you. Now I know. I met you in my dreams. Just yesterday, I saw you again.”

It sounded funny, so I laughed, thinking he was joking. He told me about the dream he had of me. He said his pastor prayed for him and told him his wife would visit him in his dreams, and I was the one who appeared.

I know men and the lengths they can go to just to have a woman’s heart to toy with. I told him, “Is that how you want to ask me to be your girlfriend?” He responded, “I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend. I’m telling you a dream I had about you.”

I didn’t believe him, but I felt he was an interesting person, so I decided to get to know him. Over a few weeks, I learned what he did for a living and also learned about his interests. We talked about my daughter and how I had her without marrying her father. He said, “That’s the price I have to pay for not meeting you first, but we still can build from here.”

I asked, “Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” He answered, “No, it’s my way of obeying what God has revealed to me.”

You should see this guy talking about God but not looking anything godly. He said he went to church and prayed but wasn’t the churchy type. I wasn’t the churchy type either and didn’t want to date a man whose life was always about religion.

I went to see his place, and weeks later, he also came to see my place. He gave my daughter a nickname and whispered to her, “I will be coming here very often, so we will be friends.”

Anytime Jeff called, he asked about Charles and how we were doing. I also asked if he had remembered where he knew him from. He said he couldn’t remember and that was the reason he always asked me about him.

I became very close with Charles. Our calls moved from frequent to everyday. He came to my place often with gifts for my daughter. On New Year’s Eve, we went to church together and met his pastor for the first time, and he prayed for us. We spent the rest of the night at his place. We were doing all these things, but he never proposed or let me say it—he didn’t say from his mouth that he wanted me to be his girlfriend.

This went on for several months until one day he asked me, “Do you want to meet my parents?” I asked him, “As what? Is that your way of asking me to be something to you?” He smiled. He said, “Yeah, from there, you’ll be my wife.”

He took me to see his people the next weekend, and the reception was good. On our way back, he asked if I would marry him. I answered, “You don’t even know me.” He said, “I knew you even before I met you. God can’t be wrong.”

My ex, the man who gave me a daughter, did sweet things for me. I thought I knew him until I got pregnant. I didn’t want a repeat of that, so I was careful.

Days later, I was talking to Jeff when he asked me about Charles. I said, “You won’t believe it, but he said I should marry him.” He went silent for a while and then said, “Say that again.” I repeated myself. He said, “Why does it feel like this moment has happened before?”

Then he screamed, “Yes! I remember where I saw him. I dreamt about your marriage. He was the man I saw you with. This has happened before—a déjà vu. We even fought at some point because I felt he was coming between me and my daughter.”

“Why are these guys having dreams about my life and I don’t have a clue?” So I asked Charles, “If I give you the green light, when are we getting married?” He answered, “Add a date to the green light. Make it easy for us.”

I’d fallen for love and failed. I was going to fall for a dream. Even love failed; how much more dreams?

We dated for six months more. His intentions about me were clear, but I wanted to be sure about his intentions towards my daughter. I asked questions and he answered. When the answers were too good to be true, I asked him to be honest. I said yes and he asked, “So when?”

We got married on an ordinary day in January. It was a simple wedding, simpler than what I dreamt of when I was a child. His pastor said, “When you listen to the voice of God, you’ll end up with your heart’s desire.”

Just like Jeff dreamt, we started having problems concerning our daughter. He wanted the same free access he got when I didn’t have a husband. I told him, “This is my husband’s house. You can’t come in and go out at will. We need different arrangements.”

When he called and I didn’t pick up because it was late, he had issues. When he came for her, he wanted me to go to his house late at night on Sunday to get her. He hated it when I told him I had to ask permission from my husband. It got ugly, but my husband said, “Leave it to me. I will take it from here.”

So they talk man to man. When he wants to come for his daughter, he calls my husband, and he delivers her to him. He’s also the one who goes for her. Sometimes I go with him, but mostly he goes there alone.

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There’s peace, and this peace is perfected by the fact that our child is on the way. He found me in a dream, but what we have now is better than any dream I’ve ever had.

—Anabel

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