Three day ago, i had a one night stand with a
girl i picked up while i was on my way home.
This girl introduced herself as Ronke, a Yoruba
girl from Osun state. She told me about her
church, and described to me where she
worshiped. But Ronke never gave me her
address.
In the bedroom Roke was fire and bream
stone joined together. She was more than a
professional when it came to handling a man
on bed. She gave it to me in all styles and
angles until i got tired and slept off, snoring
like a spoilt generator.
What surprised me was when i woke up in the
morning to find a plate of porridge served to
me right beside my bed. Besides it was a cup
of hot tea and a note. I picked up the note
and read its content.
" Praises, am gone.
Hope you enjoy your meal, you must be
famished by now.
Love. Ronke."
Ronke had left me no number to contact her.
I quickly picked up my wallet to confirm my
cash. My wallet was still stocked with my
eighty thousand naira, and no single note was
missing. What manner of girl is this. Ronke
had every chance to steal from me, and i
wouldn't even know, but she never did. She
had left my room just the way it was, and
even took time out to cook and serve me my
break fast.
That very day, i decided that it was time i
finally got into a serious relationship. And this
time, i wanted it to be with Ronke. I was
already fed up with being single. How can a
man like me be single for five years straight.
This time, i made up my mind that a girl like
Ronke was what i needed.
I was tired of meeting all this girls that fly at
night. All those ATM and Money sucking
mosquito girls had already scared me away
from love. But Ronke had revived it. She may
have heard her flaws because of the one
night stand that took place, but she had
proved herself different. After all, we are all
humans with sexual feelings.
I set out to Ronke's church for two reasons.
God forgive me. The First was to search for
Ronke, and the second was to get her
address. This Wednesday service will not pass
me by i thought to myself.
I dressed up in corporate, looking like a bank
manager and drove straight to church. I had
arrived late and could not be offered the front
sit, instead, i was directed to one of the
angles of the church by the ushers to sit
down.
After a few minute of sermon and prayers, a
lady walked and sat close to me. She was
obviously directed by the ushers to i guess. I
turned to have a glance at the young woman
who had come to sit close to me. Behold it
was Ronke. We were both locked into each
others eyes. This was a coincidence. I never
expected my search for Ronke to be made
easy like this. God was really faithful to me.
He alone was directing my path i thought to
myself.
" Hello " Ronke waved me in a smile.
" Hi" i replied, smiling back as well.
The man of God kept preaching, shouting and
jumping on the altar. The Congregation stood
up occasionally in an applaud, and also to
shout a loud amen to his declarations. My
eyes was glued to the pastor. One will think
that i was receiving the word of God, but
instead, all that went through my mind was
how to approach Ronke once the service
ends.
I was still in thought when i noticed Ronke
suddenly stood up from her chair and was
walking towards the altar. That was when i
jolted back into consciousness, and the
realization of what was really happening
around.
" If you know you have HIV and AIDS come to
the altar now. God wants to heal you. The
anointing to heal HIV/Aids is present here
now" the pastor spoke.
The whole auditorium was silent. I turned left
and right, back and then front and found every
one putting on a serious face. Some were
raising up there hands in worship. Others were
in deep tears.
" Come to the Altar now. This may be your
last chance. If you have HIV/Aids. Don't be
shy, don't think about your neighbor seated
close to you. God wants to heal you now. Run
to the altar." The pastor beckoned again.
I watched keenly as people walked to the
altar in their numbers. While others beside me
were shouting thank you Jesus, I was
shouting Blood of Jesus. Ronke was standing
at the altar, directly behind other HIV victims.
She was lifting her hands and waving it in the
air.
" Blood of Jesus, the blood o. " i whispered
faintly. So Ronke is HIV positive? Am finished.
I thought to myself.
" God is still calling on you. There is one more
person God is waiting for. Come forward.
Now."
That must be me. I thought to myself. If
Ronke was HIV positive, then i had also
contacted the Virus.
" O God, i will not sleep with a woman without
Condom again o. E dey sweet, E dey sweet na
im carry fow enter pot of soup o. Now see my
life " i complained silently in my heart.
" There is still one more person. " the pastor
called out again.
The church became silent. Every one started
turning left and Right to know who the person
was. The tension increased. Ronke turned
towards me and looked at me and turned back
again.
Chai! That was the signal. That was it. Ronke
had found a way to communicate it to me. I
thought to myself. This was a sign to tell me
to come out. Ronke has killed me. I shouted
in thoughts.
I stoop up from the chair. My bumbum was
soaked with sweat. The suit i was wearing
was becoming too hot for me to bear. My legs
was shaking as i walked to the altar. The
whole church applauded. Ronke turned in
shock to see me walking to Join the HIV
victims. Her eyes opened wide as she
followed me with her eyes all the way to the
altar.
By the time i got to the alter, Ronke had
already slumped. Ushers standing at different
angles of the church, ran towards her to lift
her up. As she was being lifted from the
ground, her Usher I.D card fell to the floor.
It was then i realised that Ronke was not
amongst the HIV victims. She was just an
Usher in the church, who went to stand
behind the victims during the altar call. She
had slumped thinking the same thing i was
thinking when i saw her at the altar.
Today i am Married to Ronke and we are both
ushers in the same church. We are blessed
with three children.
Cc; mynd44,lalasticlala

Source: https://www.friendsimpact.com.ng/2019/08/how-i-met-ronke-romanticinteresting.html

Nice story. Tho we are all pencils in the hand of the Creator.

Interesting story.