Years ago, here I was, in Kwara State, to pay a visit to my extended family members who live in their luxurious apartment, somewhere in Oja-Oba are of Ilorin metropolis. I have just completed my bachelor degree programme at the University of Abuja, now the capital of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, my fatherland. I had some money at hand, and a small amount of it in my bank account. As a matter of fact, I fled to the ancient city of Ilorin. The city of hospitality and harmonious coexistence. For real, Ilorin is just the expression of our Nigerianess (which, to me, is the affirmation of our own identity as Nigerians, irrespective of our diversities). Moments after sunset, I entered through the townships of Lokoja, Kabba, Oye, Ado-Ekiti and Omo-Aran before arriving at Ilorin. It was, I must state, a relatively tiresome journey. Not as tiresome as it used to be years ago before I was birthed, because now, and in almost every corner in Nigeria, we do have a good network of roads that is usable, by us, the Nigerians, and by our visitors and tourists, the Westerns... Yes, we have enough tourism sites here, too. And, no doubts, our culture is the translation of our unity and diversity. In spite of the Nigeria Civil War (Biafra) and its deplorable consequences as it was narrated by Chinua Achebe under the influence of his pen, we are committed to living together, side by side, without being segregated. Verily, in the bus I took from Abuja to Ilorin, we were all at peace with one another. Hausa, Yoruba, Igbo, and many more other ethnic groups, we saw ourselves as a portion of the human resources Nigeria pocesses. We are ready to fight against disunity and insurgency. This, by the way, is just the picture of Nigeria seen through the eyes of a sojourner. Expectedly, my mother called me when I was just reaching her father's compound. A huge amount of people came to welcome me at a mile away from the crowded Oja-Oba. Undoubtedly, Oja-Oba is the common appellation of a central market, but in every Yoruba dominated land, it's used to mean: the market of the king.The kingship is highly regarded in our community and country; hence, we tend to attribute every (good) thing to the king. My sojourn was going smoothly. No qualm. One morning, after just a week in Ilorin, I drove my grandfather's Renault to the University of Ilorin. I, before getting admitted to study Computer Science at the University of Abuja, did manifest my interest to study Mass Communication or French at the University of Ilorin (aka the Better by Far University). University of Ilorin was, in 1975, established. Since then, it has successfully champion the cause of uninterrupted academic stability. Like Kwara State, University of Ilorin is harmonious. No worries. No act of indecency is tolerated. It was there that I met, under a tree at the Faculty of Education, a lady who immediately colonized a greater portion of my heart. 'Assalamu alaykum,' I greeted, Islamically. 'Wa alaykum salam' she retorted. We have spent 30 minutes talking about everything: career, community development service, opportunity, politics, and, of course, my passion for writing creatively and routinely, and my point of view on cross-cultural communication. Fortunately, and by the glory of God, my interlocutor, whose name — as she later informed me— is Noora is an author, a polyglot, just like me, and a creative writing coach... She's, to her credit, attended conferences both within Nigeria and abroad. I became speechless. Speechless seeing this amazing, impeccable, lovable, humble and gentle personality. She had, within a shorter time, won my heart and, her name, her multimillion dollar name, began to have a place to rest in my subconscious mind. 'Noora, I said. Would you do me a favour? I am, today, lucky enough to have met an exceptional lady of your calibre. Can you please allow me to write my name atop the marble of your innermost thoughts? Noora laughed at me. I, seeing her laughing, laughed childishly. To my surprise, Noora has already known me and the awards I have won. She said she read all this, and many more other things, on the pages of our newspaper: Punch, Daily Trust, Vanguard, The Sun... She didn't seem to want to reject me and my proposal to marry her. Because I saw her as a potential partner for life, we can grow intellectually and professionally, together as couple. It was some minutes past 12. I wanted to go home. We quickly exchanged business cards. She said she was going to call me, anytime soon. Later in the evening, after eating amala and ewedu, our widely consumed meal in Yorubaland, I saw this message from Noora: “Dear Khalid, thanks a lot for your kinds words. I have been reading your works, again and again. If people see you as a journalist, a writer and a multilingual speaker who has interest in cloud computing, I see you as a mentor, an author, a genius. You commit so much of your time lifting others. I've read almost, I must say, all your articles. This, however, serves to inform you that my father wants to meet you one-on-one at any time convenient to you. Best regards, Noora!” That night, I couldn't sleep. I, a visitor, am falling in love so quick. Am I dreaming? I can't use words to express my feelings. Love is love, anyways. To cut it short, my response to Noora's message reads: "Noora, accept my sincerest thanks! You're just amazingly impeccable. Words have failed me to express my gratitude to you. I'll respectfully meet your Dad. Many thanks.”