I sat in the church
service, just going through the motions. I jumped when we were told to jump. I
shouted when we were told to shout. But my mind was doing flips over the events
of the day. I had been summoned into an emergency meeting. I did not even have
the time to defend myself. The Executive Director took swipes at me. Called me
lazy and insubordinate. Said I was drawing the company back because of my apathetic
attitude. ED called me unprintable names and instantaneously demoted me.
While he spine, I
stared at him, anger brewing inside me like a tsunami. I knew exactly why he
was doing this. I knew why some of the ladies in my office stared at me the way
they did. You see, I am a rather juvenile convert. I got born again barely six
month ago, and my life practically took a 180 degrees turn. Only about 6 months
ago I would have been in ED’s good books. If it were just 6 months ago, I would
have been a star performer based on the indices of my dear ED’s definition of
star performance. But then, 6 months ago, I wouldn’t have thought twice about
jumping into bed with ED who just happened to be a happily married man. Just 6
month ago….
But then I attended a
church service at COZA and the word of God hit me smack across the face. I
found that I had been living way below my rights as God has more for me. I was thrilled
about this new life, but my old friends kept taunting me. It did take much for
me to cut them off, but cut them off, I did. I decided to be strong in the Lord
and stick by my decisions. I learnt to trust God for the miraculous. No, I am
not faultless, but I made up my minds 6 months ago to go all the way with God.
Now this?
I clenched my fit in
anger as the deep voice of Bishop Darrel Hines boomed over the loud speakers. I
heard people screaming and jumping and saying the Amens, but I wasn’t quite
sure what all the uproar was about. I had thrown a pity party for myself and
was preparing the invites for my family and friends. Finally, I decided to go
ahead with the only way I knew how to handle things. The way I handled things
before 6 months ago.
The subsequently
morning I got up early. I did not bother to say any prayers as this prayer
thing wasn’t quite working. I wore the most seductive little black dress in my
wardrobe and slipped on my new LV shoes, with the right lipstick and perfume.
Dear ED was going to know that I am not a child.
I staggered into the
office, very positive of the results I was going to get. As I approached ED’s
door, my face was straight as s flint, my lips a hard line. A girl got to do
what a girl got to do. As I raised my hand to knock on the door, I felt a soft
tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Amanda. Her eyes were bright and she looked
excited.
What is it? I asked,
rather impatiently.
She just smiled and
said, just came to thank you. Your God is real! The fibroid is gone! I will
follow you to your church today. Thank you. Thank you!!
For a split second, I
felt imprudent. And then, doubtful. Amanda was an unbeliever. Only a few days
back, I had prayed with her relating to a fibroid in her womb. And now, here
she was, telling me it’s gone!!
There I was trying to
sell my birthright for a mess (pun intended) of pottage. There and then, I
decided to stand for the Lord. As I turned away from my ED’s door, I heard a
soft voice whisper in my heart, in the deep, persuasive voice of Bishop Hines:
if you don’t like what you see, then change what you do. I decided to do it
God’s way. As I sat down on my seat, I noticed a note under my keyboard. It
read, “You have 24 hours. Or you will be fired.”
To be
continued on next part………
EXTRACT FROM: JOYFUL
NOISE PUBLICATIONS,,, A PRODUCTION
OF COZA, ABUJA
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