These two are quite special to us, since Wanjiru happens to be my wife’s only blood sister. And it was incredible to watch this beautiful love story begin, flourish and end up at the altar. Truly, God is the perfect match maker and He is never late or wrong. Their story is so incredible it seems unreal, but that is love. Love is incredible and amazing, because God is love.
Featuring: Mwangi a.k.a GMwas & Wanjiru a.k.a Red Rose
Our Story :Red Rose And GMwas
Hahahahaha!! Please allow me to begin my story that way. It is the only way you’ll know that there’s a huge ear to ear smile on my face. All my 26 muscles are actively at work because of the thought of this one girl.
Red Rose. That is what (I) call her. Notice the emphasis there? *cough *cough. Before we delve deeper into why Red Rose has me smiling like this, let’s hop into my time machine and take it 17 years back.
Flashback to 2001
Hopefully your journey was not as bumpy as mine, but if you’re still reading this, then you made it at least. So, here we go. My family has just moved from Naivasha to Nairobi. I remember the white lorry that carried our household goods. The journey seems like an eternity, probably because this was my first memorable long-distant trip. We arrive and settle down in Congo area, right next to Soweto slum. My school is Kahawa Primary and after 3 years, my sisters and I, transfer to Mary Immaculate. After a couple of months, we relocate to be closer to school and we are now living in Kiamumbi estate.
This is where we meet the time machine that begins the 17 year journey to our present time, 2018. So, my sister makes a friend (Red Rose) at school and they soon realise, whether by walking together or talking, that they are neighbours. Stone-throw neighbours, to be precise…maybe not my stone-throwing ability, but definitely a javelin-throw distance, if Dennis Yego is the subject matter.
A strong friendship ensues and before I know it, young Red Rose is at my house with her brother and sister and before tic could tock, we are all friends. I have trouble recalling much of my childhood, but from discussions with my sisters and Red Roses’s siblings, I taught them how to ride a bicycle as I had a mountain bike.
They also mentioned that we were involved in a fight where I ganged up with my sisters and cousins, headed over to their house with stones and hurled them like young David (with or without precision, I do not know). Red Rose and her siblings ganged up too and a mighty battle ensued. In fact, we were so beat & tired after this, that we just made up and became friends again. Probably sharing mandazis, ice-cream and digestive biscuits that my mother always brought us.
Now, from Red Roses’s point of view, which, might slightly vary from mine, is that she would come to my house and I would ignore her. She has an older sister and a younger brother. I know we used to study together with the sister as we are the same age, however, I took Red Rose as my younger sister because she was the same age as my sister.
Time went on, we rode bikes, had battles on Kiamumbi’s hills and valleys, ate biscuits and ice-cream, visited each other, read books and worshiped God in our respective churches. When we grew older, we all joined boarding school for high school and could only see each other only during school breaks, once every 3 months.
It is not long after I graduate, that we relocate again. This time round we are over 6,000 Kms from their house. Away in a place with white stuff that falls annually and they call it snow. Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg’s brilliance and invention, we are able to maintain contact. A few likes here and there, a few comments on status updates and then a few heartbreaks before we see the light at end of the tunnel.
Red Rose and I start chatting more frequently and none of our siblings know much, (we thought) until Ben (the husband to Red Roses’s sister) tells her that she and I will one day date. She is shocked and refutes the idea. When she mentions this to me, I get so excited that I take a break and start rejoicing, doing somersaults on the floor, knocking over tables because I’m kinda tall… you can Imagine. 🙂
Time goes on and we soon realise that we do not just want to date. We want something that will last forever. We get to a point and I tell Red Rose that, since God is the author of love, let us put our opinions aside and allow Him to show us if it is His will for us to be together. We had learnt then to separate our hearts from our minds since the heart is not always so smart. Afterwards, we use our minds to analyse each other and see if we really like what we see. God is faithful, in that, during this time of searching, we both have similar dreams and they soon become reality.
Fast forward and here we are, standing in front of our parents at a dinner and Red Rose is wearing an engagement ring. Soon after, we are in full African attire. It is our ruracio.
Ladies and gentlemen, put your confidence in God only. ~ GMwas (End of Narration)
We had to re-enact their proposal just in case any of them had had a change of heart after their rigorous Ruracio 🙂
I guess it was another YES for GMwas…It was too late to back out now 🙂
How cute are these Tees 😍 🥰.
If someone’s son or daughter has looked at you like this at least once in your life, my friend, then you have lived well
They got these cool matching custom Converse shoes, inscribed with their names, Red Rose & GMwas
The true test of an African man is whether he can carry his woman and still manage to smile at the same time
And the true test of an African woman is if she can plank and stare into your eyes (Romantically) at the same time 🙂
Just a Disclaimer : “Try this with your significant other, at your own risk” The management of this blog shall not be held liable for any broken backs
We had been chasing this sunset for quite a while, so we changed in a jiffy and hurried by the road side of the picturesque Moi South Lake Road
Aren’t they too cute to be real, well at least I can confirm they are real since I happened to be there 🙂
Guys, I implore you, if you still waiting on God, don’t worry or try find your own Plan B. God is never late, and in His time He will make everything beautiful. GMwas & Red Rose are living testimonies of this
We got a break in the traffic on the road and we rushed to the middle of the road for these next images. The danger, the thrill was electric, and also their romance too😍 🥰
True Love is always worth the wait
I told them to check behind me if there was any on coming car. You can almost make their words through their smile ‘ Car Coming!!!!!!‘
Well, it turned out to be a good driver and he waited till we got the shot!
We had to incorporate some electric poles since their Love was sending some ‘Shock’ Waves in Naivasha
GMwas lifting up his
Burdens Blessings 😉 to the Lord
We then left Naivasha for Parklands (Sun Africa Studios) for some last look portraits (Choosing to ignore our fatigue like it wasn’t even there)
We were going for a more ‘Editorial‘ high fashion kind of look with this last part of the shoot. Hence the use of the grey backdrop
We were so drained and burnt out, but these two kept their energy up, I guess that is why the good books says, Love Never Fails 🙂
We nailed the perfect symmetry pose after a few hit & misses. It helped that they were almost equal in height
I guess this is my favourite from the two of the symmetry shots
These two must have been the ones that made this grey arm-chair so famous. Now everyone wants a piece of it 🙂
This is GMwas here thinking that he had a flight to the Americas to catch at 10pm and we were just here at 8pm taking more & more photos 🙂
Well, if God could stop the Sun for Joshua for a full day can’t he also stop the night for us love
And with this last shot, we hurriedly locked the studio and GMwas made it in time for his flight out. How faithful is our God
I want to leave you with GMwas’ favourite bible verse that I also adopted as mine
Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4
To God Be All Glroy
I am a disciple of Christ, passionate about serving God’s purpose to my generation. I am a husband to Gathoni Kiruthi and together God has blessed us with 3 amazing children