Our story is one that began almost forty‑five years ago in Dschang, long before either of us imagined that life would bring us to this moment.
Felix and I grew up just five minutes’ walk apart. He and his sisters lived with their uncle, Dr. Ngam Joseph Eric, who lectured at the University of Dschang — then IRA — where my late father, Tashi Asafor Thomas, served as an accountant. We attended the same primary school, and Felix was a regular visitor in our home. Our families were closely connected, and from childhood we shared a natural brother‑and‑sister bond.
After primary school, we both attended St. Bede’s College Ashing Kom. Throughout our years there, we maintained that same family‑like closeness, always calling each other “bro” and “sis.” When we completed our time at St. Bede’s, life took us in different directions. We did not reconnect again until 2010 at my mother’s funeral, but I was so overwhelmed by grief that I barely noticed his presence.
Then, on September 2nd, 2013, Felix reached out to me on Facebook Messenger. He was excited — he wrote, “It’s just like a dream chatting with you, for I have sent you my friend request several times.” That day, we talked about everything: our parents, our siblings, our families, and our childhood memories. Two days later, he wrote again, calling me “pretty sis,” as he always did. In December of that year, we chatted again several times.
In July 2014, he congratulated me on my graduation and even sent me a childhood photo of the two of us. We laughed about it and reminisced about the 1994 party in Dschang. Our conversations remained brief and occasional. In October 2016, he wrote to invite me to the blessing of his marriage. I didn’t see that message until April 2017, when he reached out again. We chatted about our families and SABESANS, and he ended by telling me I reminded him of his mother — beautiful inside and out, and always young.

We lost touch again until June 2021, when he reached out with his usual compliments — “forever young sweet pretty sis” — and asked how I managed to stay so youthful. We laughed, caught up briefly, and moved on. At that time, I was already divorced, but I didn’t think it necessary to mention.
In February 2022, we chatted again. He sent me photos of himself with my younger brother, Ndifor Anderson (Pa Tashi), whom he had met at a friend’s graduation. He was amazed at how much the “little boy” he once knew had grown. We exchanged phone numbers and continued chatting occasionally.

In June 2022, during the SABESAN AGM in Maryland, we saw each other again for the first time in decades and took lots of photos together. After the convention, he visited us at my brother’s residence, where we spent time with some of my siblings and friends.

Then in September 2022, during one of our usual brother‑sister conversations, Felix began appreciating my beauty and the way I carried myself — but this time in a more serious tone. Eventually, he told me he was interested in us getting married. I was completely taken aback. I reminded him that we were like family and that I didn’t want to spoil the bond we had. I even suggested a few women from Dschang living in Maryland. But he insisted that what he felt for me was unlike anything he had ever felt for anyone else — and he told me plainly that he was not my brother.

Felix persisted, and eventually I agreed that we could try to be close friends and see where things led. Before I knew it, he had booked a hotel and driven nine hours to Ottawa in December 2022 to prove how serious he was.

By the end of May 2023, however, I discovered some inconsistencies and ended the relationship. I told him we should preserve our brother‑sister bond, especially because our families were close. I reminded him that I was not desperate, that I knew my worth, and that I knew exactly what I wanted. But he would not accept it. Some days he will call me more than fifty times but I wasn't convinced yet that he knew what he wanted.

In June 2023, he showed up at the SABESA USA‑Canada Convention in Boston, even though he had not planned to attend. He kept calling me to come to his room because he had brought some dresses for me — which I refused. But he would watch who I danced with, and we took some great photos. I thought that was it and tried to keep my distance. However, on the morning of the BBQ, he called again severally, asking me to come downstairs for breakfast he had already paid for. I still refused, trying my best to avoid him. But when I finally came downstairs around noon to find a ride, he hadn't left. He was standing right there in front of the hotel waiting for me. He picked me up, and as we drove to the venue, he apologized, showed me proof of everything he had been trying to explain, and eventually I forgave him. He traveled back afterward.
We resumed communication from that time until January 2024, when I ended things again. He called my brother, my friends — anyone who would listen — asking them to talk to me. I insisted we remain only as brother and sister.
But he kept telling everyone close to him I was his wife and would not let me be.
He told me he would fix whatever I needed him to fix and come back. He continued checking on me regularly, reminding me of his love and his intention to marry me, and even reached out to some friends and to my brother Anderson to convince me.
In January 2025, he began putting pressure again after wishing me a happy new year and hoping that we get back.— asking friends if I had moved on, watching my activities closely, constantly checking etc. Then in May 2025, when he heard about my friend Dr Doris Mukong Timti’s health crisis, he called constantly to encourage me and to support. When she passed in June, he supported and was there for me through it all. He took the opportunity to tell me how much he wanted me to give him another chance and that is how we resumed the relationship.
During one of his visits to Canada in September, he informed me of all the actions he had taken to protect and strengthen our relationship. He told me he would never let me go again and would do everything to keep me.
As soon as he left, he began contacting my family and friends behind my back. Before I knew it, they had organized a surprise engagement gathering.

Then he drove to Maryland with his family to my father’s house and performed the knock‑door. He wanted us to marry in December 2025. I told him we needed more time — to be sure, to be grounded, and to be ready as this was a significant milestone.

Felix is the kind of man who goes for the woman he truly wants no matter the challenges, temptations or distractions he may encounter. He is a genuine sweetheart —who is very confident in what he wants, kind, loving, hardworking, compassionate, very caring, and fatherly — someone who makes me feel safe without even trying.
I love the way he talks about me, and defends me in my presence or absence with so much passion in his voice. He is very protective of me. This makes me blush sometimes.

Our story is rooted in childhood, shaped by years of connection, persistence, trust in God's will and a love that unfolded slowly and unexpectedly. It reminds me that sometimes the person meant for you is the one who has been there all along — the one who stayed, even when you needed time to find yourself. Someone patient enough to learn who you are, and devoted enough to love you through every version of you.

This love story began all the way back in our primary school days, although at that time I never had the courage to speak my true feelings to Virginie. We grew up together in Dschang, attended the same primary school, and later went to the same secondary school. Virginie and her siblings were always very close to my family, and our homes were like an extension of each other.

I still remember one unforgettable moment from our secondary school days. When we received our GCE results, our parents organized a special celebration in a nightclub in Dschang — just for us Anglophone students who had passed that year. It was the first time many of us spent a night outside our homes. That evening was the first time I felt truly close to this beautiful queen. We even took a picture together that night, a memory that stayed with me for years.

But life took us in different directions. When it was time for university, she went to Buea and I went to Dschang. We lost contact. Years later, I met her younger brother in Bamenda when he returned from abroad. We greeted each other warmly and spoke briefly about the family, but for some reason, I didn’t ask about Virginie. Maybe I wasn’t ready.

Time passed, until one day I came across her on Facebook. I commented on her pictures — she was still as beautiful as ever. I had sent her friend requests many times, but she never accepted. It wasn’t until we met again in Maryland that everything changed. Seeing her again felt like a dream. We were both so happy to reconnect. We shared stories, laughed about old memories, and she even served me a special traditional meal(Achu and yellow soup) at her brother’s house.

After I returned home, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I kept calling, checking on her, and wondering how I would finally express what had been in my heart for so long. One day, I asked her, “Why don’t you get married?” She gave me her reasons for being alone. Then I told her to help me find a girl — and I made sure to specify that she must be from Dschang. She agreed, and I said to myself, “Good… she has fallen into my trap.”

I told her she needed a man who truly knew her, someone who understood her history and her heart. I explained that if she found someone new, she would have to start all over again. Then I gathered my courage and told her not to bother looking for any girl — because the only person I wanted was her.

She was shocked. She said we were brother and sister. I asked her, “Since when?”

Before she could fully process it, I was already on my way to Canada to see her. And before long, she found herself visiting me in the U.S. too. Our connection grew naturally, beautifully, and with a sense of destiny.

Then on October 18th, 2025, I proposed to her — a complete surprise. And today, here we are, celebrating what we both wished for, prayed for, worked for, and waited for.

Life has been sweet ever since. I have been in the arms of this beautiful, loving queen, and every day I thank God for bringing us back together after so many years.

All we can say is: Thank you, Lord, for this love and for this moment.