“Okay. You can grab the chair.”
“Thank you”
I sink myself into the bed. Let me tell you about Bright. She is my course mate and one of the “slay” girls in my school. I have always avoided her but she keeps coming after me. Several times, I tried preaching to her. Whenever I try introducing her to Jesus, she ends up insulting me and insulting my Jesus. I can bear her insult but I can never bear her foul words on my Saviour. I promised not to have anything to do with her again. I have watched her romance almost all the guys in our department and she still struggles to have her seat beside me in the lecture room. I often wonder why her name is Bright. She is supposed to shine her light brightly before men not her body. She is dangerous. The guys in school call her Danger Queen. The screechy sound jolts me back. Bright stands up from the chair. What does she want? The rain is still heavy.
“Do you have a towel I can use? I need to dry my clothes. I feel so uncomfortable and cold in it.” Bright sounds differently at this point. Her voice is contrary what it used to be around those guys; brave and bold. She now sounds like a helpless kid searching for succour. God help me.
I take a bold step and stand abruptly facing her. “Meaning what? I don’t have a towel I can give you.” My voice sounds to me deep and firm enough for her to turn back immediately and sit like a child does after being corrected by his parents. So, I adjust my shirt and sit back in the bed.
“Don’t worry. I can manage the bedspread.” She sounds aggressive this time. Before I can think of a word to utter, Bright pulls out the bedspread. My heart is raided with anxiety. I cannot even find a word to say. How I wish the rain can stop at this very minute. It would have been the best excuse to bid her goodbye.
In my very presence, she pulls off her clothes. I cannot help but stare at her underwear. She folds the bedspread to wrap herself up but the image of her underwear still appears brightly in my brain. I don’t know how I sank myself back in my mattress. I try to pray at this point to no avail. She sits beside me.
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