When I started, I had no intention of writing a part 2. And now there’s a part 3 coming up next week! See how you get me weak in the knees? lol. Here’s where we left off;
She laughed “Sorry, I don’t give my numbers out like that.” With that she slid into the front seat of the car. Her friend did same and started the engine. Yaw didn’t see it coming. Something about his disorientation made her feel bad. She rolled her window down halfway “But maybe after the third time I see you in church, I might reconsider.” She smiled as they drove off.
He watched their taillight disappear into the darkness, smiling like a piglet. He started thinking to himself what department in the church to join.
She was on his mind all throughout the week. She stained his mind. He tried to find her on Facebook. 12 hours went into that search, literally! but her face didn’t show. The more unfindable she was, the more he craved to find her. She didn’t come to church on Sunday, but that wasn’t a shocker; most people came for the Friday night prayer service then went to their own churches on Sundays.
On Friday, he felt what David meant when he said “I was glad when they said unto me…” He was distracted the whole service, turning in the direction of every motion, hoping it was her coming in. She didn’t show. He felt frustrated; he’d been present but absent from the service and missed out on being edified. The person who could have made it all worth it too didn’t show. Bummer! Next Friday was the same. He started to think maybe she was some boga who’d returned to Alabama.
Then on Friday the 27th, the very next one, he was returning from putting an offering at the altar during worship when he spotted her! There in the first row somewhere in the middle but close to the aisle was his Elsie, in all her glory. She was in a dark grey skirt that fell loosely to the floor, the kind that would make a beautiful wide circle if she twirled quickly. Her top was white, plain and tight. There was an idle 1cm of skin between the top and the skirt…but he could feel himself drowning in it. She’d braided her hair, that’s why he didn’t easily recognise her. The braids were those tiny ones that seemed like they took a month to make. She’d styled it so that a portion of the hair fell down the right side of her face. Her eyes were closed, with her right hand lifted to the heavens, but the left…the left was held by a guy.
He was more built than Yaw, better looking than Yaw, looked more d-bee than Yaw. He looked like one of those boys who just came to church so some poor fine girl will court the hope of converting him fully after marriage even though his desired destination wasn’t the aisle, but the skirt. The guy hadn’t done anything, but Yaw spited him. He felt hatred moonwalk into his heart, he walked past them to his seat several rows behind them.
What a stupid risk he’d taken, allowing himself to fall for someone whose relationship status he didn’t even know. The guy wasn’t even in the spirit “I bet he doesn’t even know how to speak tongues” Yaw thought to himself “I bet if even I lay hands on him, he’d manifest.” Yaw was distracted throughout the service, unsure what to do. When the prophet started ministering, he wished the guy would be called out and brandished evil, he wished for Elsie to be warned about the guy and told never to breathe even the same air as he. Minutes after, as if on cue, the prophet pointed to the guy.
“Gentleman, stand up!”
The guy complied. The prophet studied him intensely, with a finger to his pursed lips. Yaw was so excited. ‘Todaaay be today!’ he chanted in his head.
“You work with a financial service company, right?” The prophet finally asked. The guy was stunned, like he didn’t see that coming.
“Uhhh yes please.”
“Mhmm.” The prophet paused for a few seconds, Yaw patiently waited for the deliverance. “You know what they call money? You will have it. In fact, God said to tell you that you will have your own investment banking consultancy and it will be a major one!”
“Shit!” Yaw blurted to the shock of the shpiritwa auntie beside him “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” He apologised to her and the Holy Spirit.”
“Just be ready” the prophet continued “Because it’s coming soon. You will have a beautiful family and be a kingdom financier. Church, let’s pray for him!”
The auditorium ruptured in synergised prayer for the guy. Yaw just recited Psalm 23.
“…aammenn!” the prophet said, ending the prayers. “Broda, just make sure that you’re faithful to God. spend more time with Him, never forget your maker, honour Him, and all these and more shall come to pass. You may be seated.”
Yaw just lost hope. I mean, even he acknowledged that if he was a girl of the right age, after hearing this prophesy, he’d want to marry the guy. ‘Ah well, you win some, you lose some. So long Elsie. I’m not going to waste any more emotions in this failed venture’ he said breaking up with her even before she ever shook his hand. He saw how she smiled as the Prophet unleashed all of God’s blessing on the guy, how she hugged him. ‘Mttchhhewww, she probably snores or has a stinking breath’ he consoled himself.
After the benediction, he rushed out of the building, but Hans stopped him. “Ei Yaw, you dat? when you start dey come here?”
“Eeeiiii ma guy! Charle some weeks ago. I never see you sef. Oh me I dey come o. My sister be pastoral protocol so she always dey do stubborn.”
“Hahaha, I’m not surprised. But if you paah come church dier, then this man’s anointing is hot!” Hans teased
“See this guy o.”
“Hahaha, anyways -“
“Heeeeey, Yaw, is it?”
KPA! His heart just nose-dived. Before he could turn to be sure who it was, his shpirit had revealed it to his inner man.
“Yeeah, it’s Yaw alright.”
“Interesting that I’d bump into you, was just telling my cousin about this guy who came up to say hi the last time I was in church….”
She said a few more things, but he had frozen in joy when she said cousin, pointing at Mr. Universe. He’s her cousin! ‘Herh! Yaw Asiedu Koranteng, God loves you eh! herh! His ways aren’t our ways ampa!’
“Hi,” he said to the guy “I’m Yaw.”
“Claude.” He smiled, with an intense look and extending his hand for a shake. It was tight. It must have been a message.
“Nice to meet you.” He said to Claude, then turned to Elsie “You didn’t come with your friend.”
“Yes, she’s yet to return from her vackay.”
“Oh okay, I didn’t even expect to see you again, Today’s week 3.”
“Oh I’m sorry, something always came up, but today I grabbed Claude and insisted we come.”
“Yeaaahhh, I know. A deal’s a deal right? I could punch it on your phone.”
Yaw scrambled for his phone. It was so awkward, with Claude and Hans looking on. but he didn’t care kraa.
“Nice. I’ll call you!”
“I’m sure.” She said, moving off with her cousin. He stared shamelessly.
“Ei thiiissss guy.” Hans said, snapping him from his trance. “So this be why you come church eh.”
“Oh commot for there. You not hear that verse before? Seek ye first.”
“Yoo, you dey there den dey tell me ‘Seek ye first.’ E be Elsie you go seek first?”
“Why you know am?”
“Me I not go talk anything o.”
“Eeenh, make you not talk, what?” With that, he changed the subject, they talked about other things, and parted ways.
Yaw saved the number, full of hope and excitement. The future was pregnant with possibilities.
“Sorry God” he apologised once more “For saying ‘shit”
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