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Finding Mr. Perfect Husband Part 2 by Vicky Bon Uzuazor

by Vicky Bon Uzuazor

Yeah, Part 2 is out! In case you missed the First Part, kindly click this link



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A day had passed, and Imabasi could not get over Adenuga’s mishap.

She was trying to recover from it when Miriam got back home with drinks and snacks.

“Hi Ima, I got some good news for us.”
She said excitedly as she placed the drinks on the table.

“What’s the news?”

“I met Pastor Bryan at the mall today. He shopped us these things. He demanded for your number, so I gave it to him. I think he likes you.”

“Oh no Mimi! Pastor Bryan again? Not again please.”

“He is a really cool guy.”

“No please. He is medical doctor, he and my brother were classmates in College. I can’t date a medical doctor who has seen all the naked bodies of women in London, he won’t have value for mine.”

Miriam laughed and fell on the sofa.

“What exactly do you want from your kind of man Ima?”

“Well, my heart knows…” She said in a low tone.

“I think you should try Pastor Bryan. He is cute, wealthy, and he is a man of God. You should consider having a date with him when he calls.” Miriam said as she pivoted toward the drink and picked a chocolate bar.

“Did he smell nice when you saw him?” Imabasi asked with a serious face.

“I can’t remember.”

“Was his hair brushed.”

“I can’t remember.”
Imabasi gave an audible sigh.
“I think you should try keeping a date with him, so that you will get to find out by yourself.

Imabasi nodded slowly, while she watched Miriam eat the chocolate bar delightedly.


The encounter between Pastor Bryan and Imabasi had not been an accident at all.

Pastor Bryan was different. He was God fearing, handsome and learned.

Imabasi was about to take a shower when her phone rang; when she saw that it was Pastor Bryan who was calling, she gave an audible sigh and picked his call.

“Hi pastor Bryan.”

“Hi Ima. How did you know it was me?”

“True caller application”

“Okay, nice. New Technology huh?”


“Can we have dinner this evening at the Gilbert Scott restaurant on Euoston road? I really need us to talk. I like you. I think emmm…Miriam might have told you some things. ”

“Oh okay, she did. British or French restaurant?”


“Okay. Are you asking me out?” She dashed around with hurried steps.

“I am asking you on a date.” Pastor Bryan said in British accent.

“See you then at Gilbert Scott Pastor Bryan.”

She hung up the call and smiled at her phone for a while.

“Miriam, Pastor Bryan is asking me on a date! She said aloud and smiled slowly.
Miriam walked hurriedly into the room.

“He called?” She asked smiling wide. Imabasi nodded excitedly.
“It seems you like him, your expression says you like him.”

“Well I think I do. I always love my dates on the first day, but they end up turning me off.” She said with a sad grin and leaned against the wall, the towel tied around her breast loosely.

“Ugh, I think you will like him. He is just too cool. Every woman’s man is pastor Bryan. There is no perfect man really.”

Imabasi nodded calmly. “I will try. I will try my best.

“Good luck on your first date with pastor Bryan.” Miriam said lyrically.


Imabasi stepped into Gilbert Scott restaurant, her looks stunned Pastor Bryan who was already seated at a hidden corner in the restaurant.
Imabasi searched for him with her eyes, and right behind her, pastor Bryan said, “Hello Imabasi.”

Her heart hammered, she felt as if it might burst out of her body.
She felt a flush climb up her face as she turned to look at him.

“You look so beautiful.” Pastor Bryan commended with a smile.

“Thanks. You’re not looking bad yourself.” She said with a soft smile.

“I didn’t think it will be easy to have a first date with you.” He said politely and led the way back to his seat, followed by Imabasi who was neatly dressed in a white sweater, a pair of jean and strap pink sandals.

“Are you saying that I am cheap?” She asked with an angry gaze.

“Not at all! What I mean is, I am privileged to have you grant my date offer without delay. I feel special.” He said nicely.
Imabasi nodded calmly.

“Pastor Charlie’s wife Karol has said so much about you. She is going to make you a choir mistress in church soon. She believes in You, she believes that you are a good singer and teacher.”
She felt the heat of his gaze, and she realized he was willing her to look at him, but she kept her head lowered.

“How did you know?”

“She told me one of those times she was talking about you. I talk too much, don’t mind me. I am not supposed to tell you this. But be prepared.” He said huskily.

He picked up the menu and handed nicely to Imabasi, she held it and glanced through for a moment.

“Bubble and squeak cakes, with a glass of sparkle water.” Imabasi said softly.

“you don’t eat much. I eat like Jesus Christ. Do you know Jesus was a good eater? He loved good food.”

“ugh, I am not aware.”

“You don’t read the bible?”

“I do.”

“Okay….I will be eating Crumpets Piccalilli, Bangers and mash,
berry triffle, toad in the hole with mustard onion gravy and bottle of Antoinette wine, 2000.” Pastor Bryan reeled off.

Imabasi was bewildered, as she raised a gaze at him.

“You’re going to eat all of these?” She asked amazingly, finally looking into his eyes.


Imabasi watched Pastor Bryan talk about his love for Jesus Christ for over three hours. At a point she didn’t hear what he was saying anymore, but she watched his lips say words she could not hear.

He had finished eating his food, and even ordered for scotched egg with curry mayo.

“You don’t like food as me?” He asked while eating.

“I eat a little.” She said softly.

Imabasi watched him eat, she was bored and wanted to go home as soon as possible.

Just after Pastor Bryan had the last sip of his water. He raised his gaze at Imabasi.

“I hope to see you soon Imabasi, I mean if not here, some other place where they make good food too.”
Imabasi nodded lightly.
“I love good British food…One of these days, I am going to take you to my sister’s restaurant in Hampshire, she makes good meals like Etom mess, chicken Tikka masala, herbed Yorkshire pudding, delicious fish, chips and mushea peas…”

Imabasi nodded again.

Heavy raindrops had just begun to fall as she reached for her clutched purse.

“We have to start going, the rains are here.”

“Imabasi,” he said, holding out one of her hands.
She wanted to go, and didn’t want to hear Pastor Bryan talk about anything anymore.
“I am not willing to let you go. I love you, and will want to spend the rest of life with you and Jesus, and maybe the kids.”

“Pastor Bryan, you will have to give me time to pray about this and discuss with God.”

His steely gaze pierced the darkness of the restaurant. He had never fallen in love with a sister in Church before, Pastor Bryan wasn’t easily cracked.

“I wanted to order for a bottle of fruit wine, but it’s okay. Let me drop you off before it gets too late.”

Disgust grew in Imabasi’s heart as she stood up and walked out of the restaurant, pastor Bryan followed her behind.

Imabasi struggled with the car door, and after she forcefully opened it, she gave an audible sigh of relief, her clothes were drained on the rain.

“Oh, you got yourself wet, sorry about that.”

“You mean you’re not feeling guilty that I got drained in the rain?” she asked with a disgustful glance.

“I didn’t make the rain lady, God made the rain. Showers of blessing huh? you should be grateful that the rains of God drained you, take it as blessings.” He said huskily.”

She flipped her long wet hair over her face and pressed her hands against her chest.
And just when Pastor Bryan drove into her street, he gave a loud fart. Imabasi was astounded as she covered her hands on her nose.

“Stop the car! stop the damn car!” She yelled angrily.
Pastor Bryan’s heart skipped, as he wondered what was happening. Imabasi pushed the car door and slammed it.
“I don’t wanna ever see you near my house, near me ever again!” She had been expecting him to say he is sorry, but he didn’t.

“Miss Imabasi, is there anywhere that was made for farting? Even the president of America farts, even Queen Elizabeth farts, I am sure that Jesus Christ Farted too…get into the car let me drop you off, it’s not right for a lady to walk on a lonely street by this time of the night.” He said.

But Imabasi kept walking until she got to her house.
Pastor Bryan drove slowly behind her, until he noticed she had gotten home save. He waited for her door to be open, then he drove off.

“Your body is wet despite that Pastor Bryan dropped you off, did the car have holes?” Miriam asked with amused tone.

With Imabasi’s heart pounding in her throat, she removed her clothes and covered herself with a towel.

“That guy, I mean the one that calls himself pastor Bryan, he is a nincompoop. He is a fool!” Imabasi said with anger in her eyes.

“Just shut up. Don’t talk like that about an ordained man of God, just because he asked you on a date.”

“What the fuck? you think I should feel privileged right now, that a man whom I mistook to be responsible would eat that much food? He is such a talkative, he talks too much! He isn’t even romantic, he called me ‘Imabasi’. Not even some sort of endearments. Mimi, this guy talks about Jesus like he is one commoner. I hate him! You won’t believe that he farted, he farted aloud right before me. A smelly fart! draining infections on my body! He couldn’t even open the car door for me. He is just too unapologetically proud! I am so disappointed that he has the name pastor attached to his name. I will never ever date a brother in church anymore. I thought they would be different.” She said angrily and walked into her room, her whole body shook as she opened her wardrobe.

Miriam dared not to laugh this time.



Three months later…

The night was as black as pitch except for an occasional jagged streak of lightning that illuminated the room.

Imabasi was reading a novel and using the torchlight from her phone to point on it. Miriam appeared by her side, still wearing her black shiny dress that reflected in the dark. Her hair had been slipping from its haphazard knot on top of her head, she wasn’t sure she still had lipsticks on, because Richard had kissed them away.

“Why are the lights off?” She asked calmly. Trying to sit comfortably on the soft single sofa beside Imabasi.

“Whenever it’s raining, I feel really lonely. I don’t usually like the lights on, especially when I am alone. How was your dinner with Richard?” Imabasi asked.

“Amazing. He took me to his new house after dinner and it was really beautiful. So before he brought me home, we had a little dirty play… Something you usually don’t like though.” Miriam said shrilly. Imabasi stared at her smiling wide.

“What play was that? common Mimi, I like any play lovers do.”

“Okay! We farted! We did farting competition until we couldn’t fart anymore.”

“Aweee! That’s gross, how can two adults play such dirty play?”

“Well, my Richard and I are not dirty adults. I love it that way. What you detest, other people may like it.”

Imabasi thought for a while, and gave an audible sigh.
“I don’t detest everything. I haven’t just met what I want.”
Miriam laughed.

“Did you just say that? You detest everything in any man Ima. Three months ago, you met Thomas, Michael and Victor. These three men were fascinating and cool. Your relationship with Michael was almost perfect. You two were almost getting there. And then suddenly you came back home and said he snores at night.” Miriam gave a loud laugh and then continued, “Then this Thomas guy from the school you teach came around, he liked you, he really did. I understand he is a single daddy, but what if he was just that guy you wanted? And then Victor came with all his niceness, he was head over heels in love with you, and you came back here after few visits to his house and said he smoked too much. But I discovered he only smoked when he was cold. Have you ever thought of your own flaws, and who’s gonna cope with them?”

“I am still trying to be perfect!”

“But you’re not! Same as any other person out there, same as me, as Richard. Richard was so scattered when we met. He didn’t know how to cook, clean or do anything. Now he knows. He makes dinner for us, sometimes he Wants to surprise me; he cleans the house and cooks. So you see, most times when I come home and you tell me how you admire my relationship with Richard, I have worked on it. It’s imperfect, but because I love him it’s perfect to me. Every man, every man got shit. But you haven’t even met the worse of them. Pastor Bryan will be getting married in July, you should have been that bride. But no, you came yelling that he was a pathetic glutton, and a talkative. You see, someone is gonna marry him.”

“I haven’t regretted anything. I never loved him, he was too wacky for me.”

“Who are you? Angelina Jolie or the fictional Olivia Pope?”

“My name is Imabasi James Oscar, and I am not settling for something I have to manage. I have worth, I am a princess, I am worth golds, diamonds and emeralds. I am Imabasi, and will not accept to be compared to any damn person.” She frowned and threw her novel on the floor.

Miriam lowered her voice and said,
“If you want a normal man, a perfectionist, just like you. You are going to end up having a very boring life.” Miriam whirled and began walking rapidly.
After a few seconds of silence, Imabasi said, “there is this British guy from Lavenham, Suffolk. He is a volleyball player.”

Miriam paused and then gazed at her excitedly.

“ugh…most volleyball players in London are cute guys. Do you like him?” Miriam asked. For a timeless second, Imabasi simply stared at her.

“I do. I like him. He is cute, he is well to do and he loves me. It’s just that I didn’t wanna rush into dating and all of that…”

“What’s his name?”

Imabasi inhaled sharply. “Troy. He is so cute and I’m scared a lot of girls are going to struggle to have him too.”

“If he loves you, there will be no need for that. He will proudly tell them he has a girlfriend.”

“He just seems too perfect. I hope I am not wrong.” She glanced up at Miriam,
“I will love this one.”


To be continued……………………………………….


Written by Vicky Von Uzuazor

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Valentine June 12, 2017 - 1:55 pm

this story remind me of how choosy i used to be,,,,until i changed and learned to accept each individual and started having peace,,,to day im engaged and planning my wedding,,,halleluyah


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