They say destiny has a sense of humor. Our families had known each other for years, yet somehow, I had never met her personally — not until she graduated from the university. Then, like the MAFIA I am, I appeared, ready to crown my Queen.

It started simple: short calls every day. Nothing heavy — just checking up. But those calls became our thread. Then came the NYSC camp — I dropped her off, and the moment we parted, I knew... something had shifted. We missed each other deeply.

What drew me in? Her tidiness, her natural leadership, and the way she loved and respected her family. I thought to myself:
“Damn… She's already a MAFIA Queen and doesn't even know it yet!"

Her birthday was the perfect cover.

I'd already made up my mind — this Queen was mine. But it had to be right. Serene. Thoughtful. Strategic. I proposed during her birthday celebration, and she had no clue it was coming.

Even I was shocked at myself.

“Ah ah! So MAFIA fit dey romantic like this?!"
Omo, I don fall in love