**Aholah's POV**
Today might be a different day in my life as a student of Convent Faith University. It is the first day of our lecture-free week, the week before our second-semester exams start. I woke up unsure how to feel. We had recorded podcasts to cover this week and the next two so that we would be able to focus on reading for the exams.
Chapel made a lot of difference to my confused state that morniNg. The chaplain was the one who preached and I must say for the first time in a long time I was touched by a message given during morning devotion.
He talked about that part of the scripture where God said He always thinks about us. Isaiah 62 verses 1 and 7
He said for Zion's sake and for Jerusalem's sake, He will not rest nor hold his peace, and the Chaplain had said we are Zion and we are the Jerusalem that was referred to in that passage. And that god, will not rest or hold His until we fulfill destiny the right way..
He said that the majority of us are not aware that God is working round the clock for us and i had imagined what God could be working on concerning me.
Is He trying to change me? Is he trying to draw me back to himself? Or maybe I'm no longer useful for any purpose and he is planning my termination.
The chaplain's sermon revived the old Aholah but only left me with regret and more pain. I thought I could talk to God. Even though when he made the altar call I placed my hands on my chest and said the prayer, nothing changed. I still could not talk to god. I felt filthiness from my sins and I doubted yet again if he would think twice about me. No, he won't. I opened my books to read but lost motivation on the first page. I wasn't settled and after trying all I could to concentrate I resolved to watch movies. Khadijah spent the whole day in the library working on her and studying for the general exam, somehow I wished she was there with me but no.
I watched movies, slept off while watching, tossed and turned, and woke up to watch another movie, until evening that day. Then I decided to go to the field to catch some air.
The field was unusually empty for a Monday evening. Only one female basketballer and a male footballer kicked his ball into the net like he was preparing for the Olympics. I was just there, eyes fixed on a tab mindlessly watching the tiktok videos that screamed more for attention than all the other things around me. I was sitting on one of the flights of steps constructed for spectators during any official match on the field. This place is some miles farther away from where I and Peter usually meet. I have avoided that place with everything I've got since he said his last words. I examined my life somehow I have come to the conclusion that I truly deserved all I was going through. Why didn't I just choose the right way after the mistake with Emmanuel if it was ever a mistake? Why didn't I report myself to someone to help me instead of going to the hospital myself? Why did I resort to taking pregnancy pills at seventeen just to make sure I never take them in while I enjoy my "life"? That reminds me I'll be eighteen next month so it's better to say at eighteen.
"Hey Aholah?" I heard. He was a male but he sounded like a fan. Dark brown eyes, pointed nose thick brows with Micheal Jordan's kind of smile, I wondered while I still felt butterflies in my belly hearing his voice when I have made up my mind to stay away from his gender.
"Hey." I wasn't surprised he knew my name even though my mum commanded that I use "Wura" on the show. Everyone still knows Aholah in school.
"I'm Micheal."
I thought as much.
"May I sit with you?"
Bro, you are already sitting with me, can I tell you to stand up? I was quiet instead.
"You are done studying for today?"
I almost laughed. The way he said it.
"You are?" I said.
"Who cares?" he threw a stone.
"I love what you all do in the chapel. It's nice that we have the physical chapel and then an online discussion platform where we can air our view and not just have someone bury words into our heads all the time."
I nodded. " True, I like it too. All thanks to the chaplain and God of course."
"Any you."
"no no. I'm just doing what I was told to do."
"What department are you?"
"Microbiology. And yours?"
"business admin...." He said. There was a way he smiled or maybe the way he talked that encouraged me to stay to hear more or see more of him. It's just strange to me that I have never seen him in this school before now. There are many people in this school i do not know but this is in my college yet we have never bumped into each other once?
"How come we have never met?"
He chuckled. "I was just about to say that."
"Not even in chapel. Hope you are not one of the stabbers?"
He laughed. For a moment i forgot all that had been on my mind and was engrossed in his smiles, his little laughter, moving hands and legs, his presence. He was dressed in his sport jersey and short and i had to discipline my eyes not to stare at his hairy laps. No, not today not ever will i do that with any boy in this school again. Besides, this one doesn't look like that kind of guys...
"Well... who doesn't stab chapel once in a while to rest?" He said. "I'm not much of a saint but i'm not a devil either. I just do what I can do you know."
"Like playing football on your own?" I teased.
"That?" He replied. "I have a big match on Saturday."
"With the school team? How come they didn't announce it in the chapel?"
"No, I play with the state's team."
"Are you kidding me?" I shrieked. This is the biggest news I've heard this year. I had to look at him again. I thought it was just a rumor that young celebrities were at my university because i had never met one but Gush! I am not sitting a few inches away from a big one.
"Please don't tell anyone. I really do not want it to be so obvious. "
"Okay, lips sealed."
Why then did he tell me?
Some questions just may never be answered.
But I'm not letting this guy go. No Never!