Aww, read how 2 Nigerians found love in the comment section of UK Guardian

Let me give y’all the brief history. Remi Adekoya (pictured above) is a Nigerian writer with the UK Guardian. In May 2013, he wrote an article titled ‘Goodluck Jonathan’s report card for Nigeria? Must try harder’. A young lady named Sede Alonge (pictured above with Remi) based in Nigeria dropped a comment on the article which spurred a back and forth conversation between both of them on the newspaper’s online discussion forum.
About a year later, (They have since met physically) Sede Alonge and Remi Adekoya are engaged and planning to get married this year. Now, how romantic is that?
Continue to read Sede’s article which was published on UK Guardian today about how she met the love of her life on an online forum…
How my below-the-line adventure led me up the aisle – By Sede Alonge
My interest in news and current affairs took an unexpected and life-changing twist in the comments section of a Comment is free piece 

Looking back, following the news was a habit I subconsciously acquired from my mother. I remember how, in the evenings after supper, the family would sit in the living room talking, and before long someone would switch on the TV. Most of us preferred to watch light entertainment – a movie or something similar – but invariably, my mother would plead with us to watch the news, leading to sharp protests, frustrated groans and ultimately the rest of us slowly filing out to our bedrooms.

We hated having to watch the news, something we generally believed to be drab. Perhaps, if it had been just one episode, we would have endured “knowing about events happening around us”, as mother would put it. But she insisted on watching re-runs, back to back, and on all the different available channels. We hated the fact that our mother tirelessly watched the news as if she was some kind of analyst. It didn’t matter to her that she often dozed off in her armchair, midway through stories that had in all likelihood lulled her to sleep with their boring, repetitive drone. The most annoying part of it all was that if anyone attempted to change the channel, she always woke up. So it was ironic that, years later when newspapers began to publish their contents online, I became something of a news lover myself. The fascination was stirred during my postgraduate days at university, when I would scour the internet for articles in support of my course work; I was usually the one with a random news article to back up an argument, brandishing a link or even a printed page. The internet home page on my laptop became a news website. The absorption continued post graduation, but I was unaware how addicted I was to browsing news websites until a house mate commented on the weirdness of my habit. She had stumbled upon my homepage, and said it was the oddest thing she’d ever come across (unsurprising, as she much preferred tabloid gossips and the like). She simply couldn’t get my “news fix” being the first thing I needed whenever I switched on my laptop.
When the cyberworld shrunk even smaller and was able to fit into our palms I transferred the habit on to my phone, savouring news even more frequently than before. If I had given it much thought I would have said it was nothing more than a time filler; something to do when a reading distraction was needed. So when one day I found myself reading and commenting on a Cif article on a subject I would not have usually found interesting, I could not have imagined the events it would precipitate. Before long, the author of the article and I became engaged in a chain of discussion in the comments section – also something totally uncharacteristic of me. We eventually moved it elsewhere, discovering mutual interests and a growing attraction for each other along the way. In retrospect, commenting on that article was the best chance decision I’d ever made. Soon, nearly every minute – both day and night – was spent in endless discussions of topics, ranging from the serious to the mundane.
Despite the fact we lived thousands of miles from each other, we inexorably felt closer than our physical space permitted us. And when we finally met in person, it couldn’t have felt better and stronger. Nearly one year later we are engaged and planning on tying the knot – and it all still feels absolutely amazing, surreal, and increasingly beautiful by the day. It also made me realise the truth of the saying that we find things when we are not looking for them. And to think I didn’t have to go through the rigours of sorting throughGuardian Soulmates (just kidding, but true) to find my “one”.
Thank you, Guardian, for bringing me my perfect soulmate.

Source: LIB