“I’m not perfect,” he said. “I’m loud. My world is loud. But you—you calm it.”
A pause.
Then—
“Amara, will you marry me?”
The world stopped again.
Even the river seemed quieter.
Amara stared at him. At the ring. At the man who had once chased a chicken into her life. At the billionaire who now stood in front of her like he had nothing else but her answer.
“You’re serious,” she whispered.
“I’ve never been more serious.”
Her breath shook slightly. “This is not small.”
“I know.”
“This will change everything.”
“It already has.”
A tear almost slipped from her eye, but she quickly blinked it away.
“I’m scared,” she admitted softly.
Namdi nodded. “So am I.”
That surprised her. “You?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to lose you.”
Silence.
Then almost a laugh.
“You are trouble,” she whispered.
He smiled faintly. “You said that already.”
“I mean it more now.”
A long pause followed.
Then slowly, she stepped closer.
“Stand up properly,” she said.
He obeyed immediately.
She looked at him for a moment longer.
Then finally—
“Yes,” she said.
Quiet.
Clear.
Real.
“Yes.”
Namdi didn’t even wait a second.
He pulled her into a tight embrace.
Not rushed. Not dramatic.
Just full.
Behind them, someone passing on the path shouted, “Ah! It has happened!”
Another voice followed, “Village romance don finish chapter!”
Amara groaned softly. “Your life is loud already.”
Namdi smiled against her hair. “You said yes.”
The engagement that broke the village internet before the internet even cared.
News spread faster than fire in dry Harmattan wind.
“Billionaire Namdi don propose.”
“Amara don enter money.”
“Market girl don become madam billionaire wife.”
People gathered at every corner to talk about it.
Some celebrated.
Some doubted.
Some simply refused to believe it.
Amara tried to stay calm, but everywhere she went—
“Madam Namdi!”
“Future Mrs. Billionaire!”
“Can I take picture?”
She would sigh. “Please, I am still Amara.”
But nobody listened.
Namdi, however, remained calm.
Too calm.
Which made his board even more nervous when the news finally reached them.
City shock.
“He did what?”
The boardroom was chaos.
“He proposed? In the village? To a meat seller?”
Kletchi stood quietly again, like someone surviving a storm she didn’t cause.
“Yes,” she confirmed softly.
One director stood up. “This is unacceptable.”
Another added, “This is reputation suicide.”
But the chairman raised a hand. “Bring him.”
Namdi came again unbothered, even smiling slightly.
“You proposed?” the chairman said slowly.
“Yes.”
“And you plan to marry her?”
“Yes.”
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