The online and long distance beginnings of my relationship with Atala is legend by now , but suffice to say, we met for the first time already having deep feelings for each other which we refused to call love, and we lived thousands of miles and continents apart.
The first time he came to see me, he was living in Seattle and I in Edinburgh Scotland. He spent a week and it was really great. The visit gave me enough ample time to show him all the sights and we did all the touristy things available. We also had time to talk and really get in tune with each other. Though it was his first trip to Scotland, Atala had lived in the UK before so it wasn’t too stange for him.
The first time we spent in Nigeria together was a different story. This was his first time in Nigeria in several years, and his first time that far east of Nigeria. Again, I was his hostess and tour guide, but this time things were not so cushy for him. To say the least, this put somthing of a strain on us and our fledgling relationship. And guess what, we were already planning our wedding!
I have to say that planning the wedding came with its own palava too, nobody is ever too happy when they are spending money and not seeing what it is getting in concrete terms. Atala was spending money, I was spending, and yet it seemed our parents wanted more and more each day, for one list item, or the other thanksgiving party.
But I have to admit that working through those issues that came up and learning how to deal with our new in-laws back then has stood us in good stead as our marriage has progressed. And on some of those few days we spent in Asaba, we took the time to drive round and have a feel of the location, visiting the banks of the River Niger, crossing over the bridge, and so on.
What about you guys? Do you remember sharing any firsts with your partner (or past boyfriends/girlfriends)? Do share…