The Church Girl Christian Romance. A Short Story.

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A true-life event inspired story. I wasn't looking for a man. Okay. The truth was... Men weren't looking for me. Not any more. I was one of those ladies you could call, "Old maids." However, I wasn't old— not in that sense. I was beautiful, slender, could pass for a twenty-eight year old even though I was thirty-nine. And I wasn't a maid. I've got a good job, my own house and a car. Those were supposed to attract men to me, right? They didn't. There was a time I used to get those attentions (I was a head-turner...still is). I guess men got tired of my face and decided to seek after younger women. How did I know it was my age that scared them? They would always dump me a few weeks after revealing my age to them. And I couldn't lie either. I was a good Christian (Still am) and didn't want to play games to hook a man... So there... Back to my story �� I stopped trying to get a man and channelled my energy into building a career and strengthening my relationship with God. I wasn't going to bear a grudge against God for not giving me a husband. Yes, It hurts to have your younger ones bring their kids for you to babysit while they galavant with their spouses. Your friends alienate themselves from you because they are now married and you are not, and only remember to call you when they need financial support. To become a godmother to countless children while men avoid you like a plague once you mention marriage, so there was no hope of having your own kids. Yes... It hurts like hell but I wasn't going to take it out on God. It's six years since I took the decision not to pray for a husband and gradually, the desire to be with a man dispersed like mist in the cloud. And the Lord kept promoting and prospering me (who was I to complain?) Then, one morning, I heard the Lord say to me. "I am going to give you a man after my heart." Me: *looked around to know if there was someone with me in the kitchen, but there was none.* God: "I am going to give you a man after my heart." Me: Father, I hope you are not talking to me. God: *for the third time* "I am giving you a man after my heart." Me: Don't tempt me, God. You know I love you with or without a man so don't play this game with me. The conversation ended and I left for work. Fast forward to two weeks later. I was in a Christian organisation's national conversation (name of the fellowship withheld) got me the front seat, a few feet from the podium and was enjoying a great moment of worship when the speaker for the night mounted the pulpit. A slender, handsome, fair-skinned with pink lips, soft-spoken man that should be in his early fifties. When I say handsome, this man was super handsome down to his smiles and the most attractive thing about him was that he was oblivious of his looks. A widower for more than seven years. and with two grown kids, that stay abroad. (He was the national president of our Christian organisation so we know his story) This sexy-as-an-angel son of the most high was a multi-billionaire with hotels all over the country and moved with a security entourage. Enough of describing him... Back to my story �� God: Here he is. Ah ah nau. God if you are a joker, this one is too expensive. Baba no dey do this kine thing abeg. Preaching started... A few minutes later, he said again. God: I will make him come to you. Okay. Now, this is serious. Uncle God... If I don't know your voice, I would have said the devil has started ministering. Mana Biko, stop this expensive joke... I've not even been anywhere near this man—Ever! He didn't know me... Yes he was our president but for the "wee donkeys of Nazareth's sake," the fellowship has over five million members, this man resided in Abuja and I resided in Enugu, attending a branch where this man had NEVER VISITED! As these things were going on in my head, Mr handsome son of Jehovah abruptly stopped speaking. For about three minutes he stood there, with mic in his hand and eyes closed. Then suddenly he turned toward my direction and cast those eyes on me. Even seated on the front roll, I was still a little far from the podium but I felt that gaze to my bones. His eyes, piercing smokey dark orbs, locked with mine and I swear I could pick my heart from my mouth that minute. He saw me! This man noticed me!! What he did next sent jitter down the pit of my stomach and flutter coursing through my skin. I saw an almost imperceptible smile walk up to his lips and he gave a slight nod before tearing his eyes away to continue the ministration...

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