His belle turned out to be a visiting singer from some other church. Her name was Abbey.
He spent half the service fantasizing about her, the moment she mounted the auditorium, he let his mind wander.
So what did it matter that she was from another church? All it was going to take was for him to move base to whatever church she was attending. He thought singing made her sexy. Maybe she’d sing out a few lines for him when they were in his bed with her long legs wrapped around…
The moment she began to speak, not sing, Genesis knew that this one was one of God’s closest. He had heard many people preach and before long, he deciphered that they were wannabe motivational speakers. They ‘preached’ just to get the crowd excited, they lied to them that the moment they became Christians, the millions would roll in, say bye-bye to a life of troubles. Jesus will take all the troubles away.
And some desperados bought that lie hook line and sinker.
This woman spoke like she knew what she was talking about, not like she had read from some handbook and was only reciting what she had read. She spoke like one who had firsthand knowledge and experience of the God she served and that made her more appealing to Genesis.
“Sometimes we look at our lives as believers and we wonder why we are. So many questions; why, where, when, how, who. I remember a period I was going through dark times and I asked myself many questions. Why did God take interest in me? What was so special about me?” she paused for effect, then said; “and this song by Marvin Sapp came to me…He saw the best in me, when everyone else around could only see the worst in me.”
She didn’t sound corny. Or maybe he was just biased by her great shape or was it her voice?
“Listen to me good, people. God doesn’t care how messy your life is or how messed up you are, He’s provided a solution even before you knew it. He sees you through His eyes. All you need to do is accept the solution He provided and live your life free of guilt. Do you understand me?”
It was no surprise that she had the congregation spellbound, heck he was too.
When she began to sing, Genesis could have sworn he was transported to heaven, or somewhere close to it. He had come prepared for something but definitely not this. He had not prepared to actually enjoy himself. This was supposed to be a game; he was supposed to get in, find the woman and get out. He wasn’t supposed to mingle, wasn’t supposed to join these people in waving their hands like he actually cared, wasn’t supposed to move his body to the rhythm of her song.
And yet he was.
If not for the fact that the picture of her, naked except for thongs; was dancing across his mind, he would have sworn he had been converted by mistake. He imagined her singing in his ears, her tongue darting slowly across his earlobe.
It was with this picture plastered firmly in his mind that he approached her as soon as the service was over. Good thing his mother had built this insane confidence in him, he wasn’t afraid to approach a woman he found attractive especially if he thought he had a chance with her. It didn’t matter how many scriptures she spewed out, he had more than enough to match hers.
She was sitting in the black leather seat provided for her, somewhere in the Pastor’s corner; gulping water from a bottle.
“Hi,” she stopped as she saw him. Then she smiled, her eyes folded lightly in a cute way.
“Hello,” he put out his hand to sake hers. “I just wanted you to know that I was really blessed by your song today. It was so inspiring.”
He knew the right words to say to not sound carnal. People like this liked to hear how much their singing blessed you; it made them feel like they were doing God’s work for real.
“I’m glad, thank you. All glory to God.” She shook his hand, her grip was meaty.
“And I must say you have a lovely voice.”
Throw in a personal compliment that she’d have to acknowledge instead of shifting it to God.
She smiled again “Thank you. And what’s your name?”
“Genesis.” He paused, waiting for the why-did-your-parents-name-you-that reaction.
“Wow,” she looked at him then, her eyes taking in his features that she had possibly ignored before, probably wondering what was so spectacular about him to be named Genesis.
“I get that a lot,” he replied, bestowing her with a winning smile.
At that moment, two girls scurried up to them, ensconced in pony tails and frilly dresses.
“Mummy, see! Look what they gave us!”
Genesis eyes widened. What the blazes? Mu- what?
Both girls climbed into her laps, giggling and holding out their parcels. She laughed, pulling them to her.
“Girls, mummy would see it later, okay? Now, Mummy is talking. Oya greet this uncle.”
As the girls greeted him, Genesis thought how this resembled a story from a bad sitcom. How could this gorgeous no-excess fat woman, be a mother of not one but two girls? How could he not have foreseen that she was married? Or was she a single mother?
“Hello girls, are you twins?” it was a lame question. But all he could think of at the moment
“Everyone sees that,” girl 1 replied, with an attitude.
“Amber! Oya, go and wait for me with Auntie Joke, we’ll soon go home.” With that their mother urged them off her laps.
“Pretty,” his former enthusiasm had waned.
“With big mouths too. They just turned seven last month and it’s been like a whirlwind. So, Genesis, how long have you been attending Grace Assembly?”
He couldn’t concentrate on this discussion especially not while he was wondering if she was married or not.
If she was married, he would back out. As much as he liked games, Genesis respected the institution of marriage. He had watched his mother deal with his father’s infidelity for over a decade and it had torn at his heart.
“Why won’t you leave him, Mummy?” he asked, often.
“And then what? Marry again? Or be lonely for the rest of my life?”
“You deserve better.”
“I have better. Some women have husbands who beat them. Your father is a good man and he keeps me warm at night. He respects me; he doesn’t bring those women home.”
“And that’s enough for you?”
He couldn’t understand how a woman who had raised him to be fiercely confident could be this…this…meek and accepting.
“How’s your husband?” he blurted before he could stop himself. His eyes sought out her ring finger. Sure enough, it bore a gold band. How had he missed it? Had he been too taken with her looks to see what was so obvious?
A smile crept into her face and she said; “He’s with the Lord.”
Translation: he don kpai.
He wasn’t sure how to feel about this news.
“Oh. I’m sorry,” he stumbled on the words.
“Don’t be.” She glanced at her wrist and Genesis took the hint.
“I would love to talk more with you. Dinner, maybe? I know it’s unconventional and well…unexpected but I just think there’s a lot I can learn from you.” He was blabbing, he knew. But he couldn’t go ahead and say; ‘please I made a bet with friends, I think you’re hot and would like to take you to bed right this minute.’
She dug in her handbag and handed him a small card.
“You can reach me on any of those numbers. Nice meeting you Genesis.”
His eyes followed her bum discreetly as she walked away from him.
What now, Gen?
To Be Continued….
Mimi. A.