Khadijah sat across her table her reading glasses hung on her pointed nose. Somehow she looked unusually beautiful today. No, something is different. She didn't tie the scarf today. She had her hair covered almost every time we came to her office but today her fluffy yet thick virgin hair balanced on her shoulder. She seemed to have styled it just the best way. We met the chaplain already, and he asked us to draft our plan. And so here I was in her office with Grace--sister Grace, and Olive, a 100-level music student chaplain chose to join me. I was the only one who wasn't wearing glasses, while Khadijah and her colleague Grace chattered away.
Everything they discussed made me so happy that I couldn't wait for the first episode. They agreed that they would have to anchor the first show so that they show us how to do it, and then we take it up from there. They also agreed we would be having night vigils the day before the show, so God could use us. That was disheartening, but somehow I felt I needed it. Maybe a little activity can help my dead and crushed spirit man to wake up. I tried the vibrator this morning and I had made a mental note to use it every morning while I have my bath, It felt like drugs. I thanked Roland for it even though I felt insulted at first. It also prompted me to watch more videos on how to use it. And guess what I also had to set an alarm to wake up to bathe very early before anyone wakes up. This kind of suits my job description now as Khadijah would think I have gotten serious with God stuff by waking up early before chapel.
My main goal was to make sure my life didn't end up as Janet described it. Do you haven't been able to speak to her since that hideous talk?
"Is that okay by you Aholah?"
I was lost. " Y…yeah yes."
Khadijah shook her head, "I'll repeat myself. I said this would make not use just a public figure but a point of reference in this university. We are starting something no one, not even any faith-based university has done in the whole country. You and I, need to make sure that we can represent convent faith well and represent God, whom we are preaching about well. I know we all have weaknesses. The fame hasn't come yet, but trust me it will come. We still have time to work on ourselves, deal with our weaknesses, and ask God to help us because truly no man can deal with his weaknesses himself. Even if we have to pray about it together. It is dangerous to hide any sin at this stage, and we must do God's work in purity of heart and relationship with him. We won't be able to reach God if any of us has broken the edge…" she trailed. "without repentance."
"Okay ma" We echoed. I glanced at my partner Olive, she had her head buried in a notebook on the table where she scribbled away all that Khadijah and Grace discussed. Her geeky eyes flashed at me and quickly withdrew themselves back to the book and something more strange about her. Her cheeks blushed red like I had just sent her a breeze kiss. What's up with everyone around here? Or am I the crazy one?
She closed the meeting asking all of us to go pray about the topic to be discussed first and bring our Holy Spirit inspired topics to the meeting of the following day.
I should be overly happy about this arrangement but one, I feel like a hypocrite and it is looking like I have to be one in this school to survive. I also hated the fact that my leisure time has been robbed as we would hold meetings every day excepts weekends as the chapel would be busy with other group meetings.
I met Peter waiting for me in form of the hostel. He seemed like he had been there for a while but as gentlemanly as he was, he had no complaints.
"Are you going to explain what you are chapel at this time?"
"Oh, I haven't told you." I joined on the pavement where he sat. " I was chosen to host a Christian podcast the chapel is launching and we had meeting…"
"What the…" he laughed. I laughed too.
"I was just as shocked. But babe I can do it nau!"
"I know, omo pastor." (I know. The pastor's daughter). He said. "It's just… weird."
"I know. I feel like a hypocrite."
We were quiet for a while then he interrupted.
"Nothing spoil."
"It seems like…" I trailed." We will have to make our… I mean us… private."
"Is it not private before?"
"I mean… A secret. " I replied. " I don't want Khadijah to know that we're still together."
"Did she ask you to leave me?" He frowned.
"No. She says a child of God would not awaken love until it is so desired."
He was about to say something, and then I stopped him,
"It is not only about Khadijah Peter. People, eyes are on me. Once I start climbing that stage. Everyone would want to see Miss Perfect in me. Even the chaplain must not know that I'm in a relationship."
"I am not dating any of the chaplain's workers." He stated.
"Hey, you are dating one now o. I'm presently a prominent figure in chapel whether you like it or not?"
"And so?"
"Peter, please understand me. We can always meet at private points to discus and do all sorts during weekends and on weekday we talk online please."
"So what do I tell people? That we broke up or what?"
"yes sir, we broke up." I saw Khadijah approach us from afar.
"bye. Chat me up." I left.