So this past Sunday, I went to church early for a class (that I struggled to stay awake through... the pastor's thoughts were moving faster than his mouth, so he kept jumping ahead to catch up to his mind, lol). Then it was time for regular church service. In the middle of praise and worship, I needed to visit the ladies room and off I went. I was washing my hands when two of my friends walked in, chattering excitedly. I asked what was going on and they said, "We just met Boris Kodjoe. He's having breakfast in the restaurant."
ENHHHHHHHHHHHHHH? BORIS KODJOE IS IN THE SAME BUILDING AS I AM, AND I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT?!?!?!?!?
*runs out of the bathroom and sprints to the restaurant with the silliest, goofiest, giddiest smile ever*
I walked straight to his table, not noticing the solider (personal security) that was with him.
Me: OMG, Mr. Boris Kodjoe. OMG
Me: *CHINEKE, SEE SMILE, I can die happy*
Him: Hello, how are you?
Me: OMG, Mr. Boris Kodjoe. My friend said you were here. I'm so excited. OMG
Him: Haha, well it's nice to meet you *extends his hand*
Me: *ooooh, his hand is soo soft* Nice to meet you too! OMG! Ooh, can I get a picture?
Him: Well I'm in the middle of eating, but if you're here when I'm done, sure.
Me: *FUDGE MUFFIN!* Of course, of course, silly me. Well it's nice to meet you. Welcome to Nigeria.
Him: Thank you
Me: *skips off slightly embarrassed, and wondering whether to stalk him until he's done with breakfast or go back to church service*
I went back to church service, asking myself why I was more excited about Boris Kodjoe, than being in God's presence. Then I felt a little ashamed and focused on worship, instead of plotting how to go back out just in time for Boris Kodjoe to finish breakfast.
*some of my friends DID catch him after he was done and got pictures with him. I'm jealous, yes I am.*