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His name starts with P so let’s call him Philip. When I read the story, I couldn’t help but laugh. I wasn’t surprised it came from him, he has always been a funny character. First of all, I’m not an Evangelist as he painted me to be. I’m a woman who loves the things of God so I share the word whenever I get the opportunity or whenever I get a message in my spirit. I have a gift and that gift was revealed to me by a prophetess in our church.
Right after secondary school, she told me, “You have favour in the face of God. If you live upright, God will shower his favour on you.”
I was young. I didn’t take it seriously. I lived my life carelessly until she called me again. This time she talked about a light in me. “I don’t see you well. What have you been doing that the light in you is going off? You didn’t believe what I told you? If you don’t get closer to God, you’ll miss your gift.”
That also didn’t push me to repent until I became a witness of things I wasn’t meant to witness. I ran back to the prophetess and told her everything. She prayed with. I confessed my sins and proclaimed to God that I wasn’t going to go back to the world again.
I had a boyfriend called Kobby. I left him without a reason. It broke his heart. He needed an explanation. I told him it was because he didn’t go to church with me. He started going to church with me, hoping I’d turn back and look at him again. It didn’t happen so he left the church.
Two years later, Philip came along. We became friends because he proved to me that he loved God. He was funny even when he preached to me. A woman’s heart falls in love when she finds another heart that speaks her language. Philip spoke my language. He sang my song and strum the strings of my heart with his fingers. I fell for him even before he proposed to me. “We would be siblings in the Lord” I dreamt.
From the day I accepted his proposal, he changed. He started demanding carnal things from me. Sometimes I fell into his trap and did what I was not supposed to do but one thing I never did was to be intimate with him. I said no. I fought him. I told him we were not married so we couldn’t do what married couples do. He told me we would be married so we could borrow from our future. “What’s wrong if we do today what we would do tomorrow? God won’t judge. Even if he does, he would forgive us.”
I’m not a virgin. I’ve done things before and the memory of those things kept coming to me anytime he pressed me. I got weaker and weaker each day when he pressed until that day in his room, I agreed to give him what he wanted. I loved him. His suffering made my heart suffer. I was sure I was going to do it to release him from his stress.
Midway, I changed my mind. It wasn’t about the radio as he said. Just like he said his mind wasn’t on the radio, my mind was also not on the radio. I was in a battle with myself, to do or not to do. When I shrugged off the amorous desire in my heart and decided I wasn’t going to do it, he kept pushing. That was when my mind was drawn to the preacher on the radio. It was like God was speaking through him to us. I kept telling him to listen. He kept pressing his body against mine. The preacher screamed, “Odwamanfoɔ, dabɛn na wo bɛsisa w’adwin and run to God?”
I pushed him off with all my strength and started dressing up. I didn’t leave immediately. I apologized to him for taking him that far. I begged him to forgive me and even asked for more time to think about it. He accepted but when I asked for the lorry fare he didn’t give me it because he wanted me to sleep over.
I stepped out into the darkness and walked home. That was three years ago. I’d moved on and I thought he had moved on too until a friend who knows our story sent the story to me. That wasn’t the day God called me. He called me long ago. He placed a light in me to lead me home but I was stubborn. The truth also is, from that day when I left his house, I didn’t look back again. My faith had a boost. My love for Godly things became paramount.
I called Philip after reading the story. He laughed and I also laughed. We hadn’t talked for three years except occasionally meeting on Facebook. He would come and comment on my live videos; “Ogya!” And send fire emojis. I saw it but I ignored them. He once commented on my live video, “She’s a real ogyasious evangelist. I was there when God called her.” I ignored him. But I couldn’t ignore him after reading the story. We had a conversation. I had forgotten about the incident he said I didn’t give him a shout-out because that question has been asked over and over again.
I told him, “But you and I already knew God before we met? It was you who tried to dip with me but I didn’t follow so what are you talking about?” He answered, “Yeah but you became who you are now from that day so I’m not lying.”
There’s some truth in that but that’s not the whole truth. I was always like that among my friends in church and in our youth fellowship. I added the social media bit because I wanted to reach a wider audience. I told him, “The only shout-out you need is the one God will give you on judgement, that Philip, what did you do with the time I gave you on earth? If you change, you’ll have a good story to tell. Think about that.”
I Didn’t Tell Anybody Because I Enjoyed It
Just like he ignored me when I told him to say after me, he ignored me again. I’m happy he shared this story. It’s the reason we are talking again. Maybe it’s God’s way to bring us together. It’s a sign that I still need to work on him until he turns his heart to God. So Philip, welcome back. Unless you block me, I’ll be on you every day until you say after me…When you do, I’ll give you an earthly shout-out every time I come on live before the heavenly one. 😄😄
—Milly
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