Inspired by the Holy Spirit
Written by Damilola Babs
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“Stop getting into my head young man.”
“And you stop getting into my heart young woman.”
Mary laughed heartily. Her only saving grace was that the next day was a Saturday, else she knew there was a no way she was waking up early to go to work.
“Umm…can ask you for something?” She finally started in a serious tone”
“Ask me anything, Mary.”
“No offense. I like you, a lot, but, we are both believers and I hope you know there is no way we are doing this without God.”
“Yes, I know.” He told her and sighed. Mary turned on her gigantic bed. The one she was supposed to share with her mother and brother, but the two always stayed in the living room. While her mother enjoyed lying on the L-shaped chair, Josh would take the floor till morning. It just automatically made the bed hers.
“Could you stay away for about one to two weeks? I can’t focus on prayers with you here, every time.”
“Ooookay. I understand the staying away part, but I don’t get the why.” He told her.
“Look, I like you. I like you a lot and the moment you told me you liked me, my heart raced in so many directions, but I need to pray and I need to focus.”
“Hmmm, so this fresh piece of handsomeness distracts you?” He asked her and laughed.
“Oh, please, don’t fool yourself.” She responded and joined in the laughter. Mary knew beyond a man, she had found a friend. One who shared her faith, her fears, her strength and her hopes.
“Joshua, open the door now, hen.” Mary beckoned on her brother who was supposed to be in the living room. She was busy in the room ironing and folding her dresses. For the umpteenth time, silence came from the living room. She hissed and walked to the door herself. She opened it and regretted immediately. It was her nightmare; Wisdom.
He stood there wearing his sunglasses and looking like someone had begged him to come check her. Her mother was sleeping in the room and she wasn’t going to let her smell his presence. She stepped out and looked round like she was looking for someone else. It almost felt like he didn’t exist.
“Yes, how may I help you?” She asked frowning. It was apparent she was angry and she was not ready to liaise anything with him.
“Is that how you say hello to your boyfriend?” He asked her attempting to take a step closer to her.
“If you close this gap, I’ll kill you.” She threatened sternly without smiling. His response was a ridicule. He chuckled and closed the gap.
“You see, I am not dead. Baby, I missed you.” He told her softly. She gathered strength from nowhere and pushed him off.
“You must be out of your mind for that statement. Who even showed you my house address?”
“Helen, Helen your friend did.”
“Oh my God! What an error on my part. I am sure it is because I didn’t tell her I have broken up with you, that is why.”
“Really, but I am not done with you yet.”
“Well, I am done with you. Completely done. Get your ugly face out of street and out of my face.” She told him and banged the door behind her. She locked it quickly. She couldn’t believe she had just spoken to Wisdom like that. All her fears were gone. He wouldn’t dare touch her, she wasn’t his toy anymore. A part of her wanted badly to call Andrew, but another part reminded her that they were on this break to help her focus. Why was this wickedness in human form coming back now? She stood in the center of the living room and began to bind every spirit of backwardness. She prayed so loud that her brother ran out from the restroom where he had been. He joined in without asking questions.
Was the devil trying to be funny? What was the meaning of that mess? She thought. Her life was better off without the man. She picked her phone and called Helen immediately, not to fight the woman, but to let her know what was up. She had been too far from the woman.
Mary took her prayers about Andrew seriously and she could tell even the man prayed on his own. He would ask her everyday how her prayers went. If she needed him to pray about something with her. Mary has never felt such peace with an opposite sex. She couldn’t believe Andrew would become what he had now become to her.
Finally, in the second week, her answer came. It came from the most solid source. Her bible. She had been studying the book of Ruth. How she was faithful to her mother-in-law and all, but never had her eyes really opened to the kind of man Boaz was.
First, Boaz was a man of his word. He kept his promise to Ruth after she slept at his feet, at the threshold. He promised to marry her and he did. He was hobourable and didn’t take advantage of her even when he could. He didn’t sleep with her.
Like Andrew, she stayed with him for six months and the man had self control. Never for once was there an attempt on his part to touch her. He was a protector and a provider. Everything matched. She prayed some more and then, Mary could almost swear the next voice was her Mom’s. The voice had simply said, “that is your man. Your provider, protector, honourble and a man of his words.” She wept. It was the first time she was praying about anybody, yet Jesus had mercy and answered her.
She picked her phone and dialed his number, but he wasn’t picking. She tried it again and this time, it went through.
…to be continued tomorrow by 8 pm.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
No part of this book shall be plagiarized except if authorized by the author.
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