'We don't pick who we fall head over heels for. It simply works out.'

HOSEA, ETHIOPIA

Quite a long while prior, whenever I first heard this statement, I generally expected it was one of those truly messy, to some degree exaggerated statements on adoration from excessively delicate enthusiasts of the inclination. I never really plunked down to concentrate on the profundity of it.

I turned into a reluctant casualty to the wild insane power that is unexpected love when I passed on my old neighborhood in Bahir Dar to Addis Ababa, the nation's capital, for my tertiary training.

That was where I met Eshé, my solitary love.

I surmise I never really knew or comprehended what love was until I met her. We got going as study pals before we really turned out to be sufficiently close to be dearest companions.

Eshé wasn't the most gorgeous young lady I had found in my life, No. She seemed to be Craftsmanship, and workmanship isn't precisely expected to look delightful; it should cause you to feel something. What's more, she made, me feel something.

She was my Specialty who claimed my heart.

Take my for it, I made a respectable attempt as I could to keep our relationship rigorously dispassionate; in any case, this demonstrated significantly more troublesome when she admitted to caring deeply about me too.

Presently, this might seem like the ideal romantic tale; unadulterated, responded love what not. Be that as it may, it truly isn't. It's the farthest thing from that even.

You see, my father is the pastor of his own church, so I come from a strong Christian family. I have always been the Pastor's son throughout my life. Furthermore, presently, the Minister's child was expecting on bringing a Muslim young lady home.

Yes, Eshé belonged to a strict Islamic family in Addis Ababa. There was zero chance both of our folks planned to allow us to get hitched. Neither one of our families even knew about the other's presence.

It didn't help that I was the principal brought into the world of my family and there were sure assumptions expected of me from my folks. Like being the ideal praiseworthy good example to my more youthful sibling with the ideal grades, wonderful work and amazing Christian spouse.

All of this strain of flawlessness from my family had never truly annoyed me as of recently. I generally did what they needed, no inquiries posed. I had consistently envisioned myself as somebody who'd meet and go gaga for the right young lady, one who my folks would support. What's more, clearly, in the event that I was definitely not a powerless slave to the punishment that was Eshé's adoration, I'd have completely finished this arrangement.

It was an enormous shock when it terribly occurred to me that I was infact, somewhere down in adoration with my dearest companion and I particularly needed to use whatever remains of my existence with her, fabricating a home and a family together.

I had attempted so often to drive her away or cover my feelings profound under, with the expectation that they'll some way or another vanish. However, it would appear that our love is inescapable due to the fact that we always end up exactly where we started in this beautiful and cursed entanglement known as love.

Neither Eshé nor I are sufficiently courageous to pull off an elopement without the information on our families; as a result, we were really stuck in limbo.

In some cases, I can't resist the urge to ponder, on the off chance that both she and I will bounce into the fire, very much aware of the dangers, for what reason might our families at any point trust in us enough to proceed with it?