"How a Saturday Morning Became My Forever"

A Love Story by Fortune Amarui

If someone had told me that a casual Saturday morning would lead me to the woman of my dreams, I would have laughed it off and gone back to checking cables.

But that’s exactly how it began—with me, a Ghanaian techie on a mission, and her, a music minister with a voice that could baptize the atmosphere.

I came to South Africa on assignment for a ministry app that was creating waves in Christ Embassy churches. The mission was simple: workshop, orientation, and back to Ghana.

But once I stepped into the vibrant spirit of Christ Embassy Sandton, something changed. God whispered, “Stay.” And I did. I fell in love with the country, the people, and the mission.

Today, I serve as the Technical Head of Department for the church, handling logistics, audio, visuals, and anything that runs on wires or prayer.

Then came that Saturday.

Our pastor (yes, she’s a powerhouse of grace) asked me to meet her at the church for a few tech updates. While I was busy handling cables and configuration with Pastor, the choir came in for rehearsals.

That’s when I saw her—Eratia(I didn’t know her name then). She had this calm confidence and poise that made the whole room look like it was in soft focus.

My multitasking abilities failed me immediately. I kept sneaking glances while pretending to align projectors. But she didn’t notice me. Not even once. She was completely absorbed in the music.

And when it was her turn to sing? My brother... my heart did not just skip a beat—it paused for spiritual meditation. Her voice wasn't just beautiful. It ministered. I remember standing off to the side, fully captivated, almost forgetting I had a job to do.

But before I could gather the courage to speak, she left.

I tried to find her after that. Asked around for her number—nothing.

Showed someone her picture—still nothing. I didn’t want to be obvious with the choir members, so I let it go. And then I saw her again... with a guy. They had come to see Pastor, and my heart sank faster than a faulty audio feed during praise night.

Everyone knows what that usually means—something serious. So, I shelved my feelings, convinced the chapter had closed before it even began.

And then... she stopped coming around. No choir rehearsals. No Sunday services. Just gone. I assumed life had taken her elsewhere.

Fast-forward to a special program at our Zonal church that I attended with Pastor. To my surprise, there she was! I asked where she’d been, and she shared, with so much strength, that she had lost her mom. It made sense why she’d gone quiet.

We gave her a lift afterward—first to Pastor’s house, then booked her an Uber home. That was the moment I got her number. She texted later to say she got home safely, and that opened the door to our friendship.

We started talking, sharing, laughing—vibing, if you will. She asked me the important stuff: was I married or in a relationship back home? I said no. I asked her the same. She also said no. And I went, “Ah ah! Then who was that guy you came to see Pastor with?” She laughed and explained that the relationship hadn’t worked out. She was single. My inner man did a victory dance!

I confessed everything—how I had noticed her the first day, how I tried (and failed) to find her, and how I gave up when I saw her with that guy. She smiled and said I shouldn't have stopped trying.

So I did the brave thing—I asked her how she felt about me. She didn’t answer right away. She said, “I’ll get back to you.” And I thought, “Yup, I’ve been friend-zoned in Christian excellence.”

Later, I told my Pastor about her. And guess what she said? “I’ll get back to you.” Talk about divine suspense!

. In due time, Pastor spoke to both of us—and gave the green light we didn’t even know we needed.

On December 15th, 2023, I proposed. By my birthday, February 2024, we were publicly and joyfully in a relationship, and everyone could see what God had beautifully authored.

Our story is a reminder that when God writes your love story, you don’t need to force the pen. His timing is perfect. What seems like a delay is often divine orchestration. Brothers, when you know, don’t just guess. Ask. Move. Lead with courage and let God do the rest.

As for how she tells it? Well, you’ll hear her version at the wedding. I’ve been told she sings it better.