Burn Again

Episode 4

I can’t get the thought of s*x out of my mind and my
head. But I must resist the devil and flee from all his
temptations. I quickly finish having my bath without
looking at my body in the mirror, dry myself roughly to
get the devil as far away from me as possible and
dress up. I must not defile my body. Even though I have
urges and am tempted to have affairs with those
young, virile looking church men who are always around
me (they look at me with lust in their eyes and
debauchery in their thoughts and my body responds) I
must be holy. I must not defile my marriage bed. I will
not allow the devil to tempt me.
I made to adjust by bra and my fingers brush against
my right Tip which quickly stood at attention and sent a
tingling feeling down to my private part making it clench
and relax in quick succession, I wet my pants. Like I
said, the flesh is weak.
This Sunday was definitely looking to be the best
Sunday I had had in years. It was a personal best
because for some juicy reasons, I was going to attend
a church service after about thirteen years of not doing
so. I had always told myself that there were ‘more
important’ things to do with my Sundays. Hence, I
never even let it cross my mind that there were things
called church buildings, let alone visit them. I could
easily describe what a church looked like or stood for
as my point isn’t if I couldn’t. But I was certain that
being to church only suddenly stopped being a habit.
After all, I used to follow my elder sister to her own
parish when I was still staying at her place and until I
left her, I was always attending services. The church
must have seen lots of revolutions and transformation
since then even though I would not believe its moral
stand was part of this supposed transformation. I was
keen to see it again and today was offering me that.
I was going to attend His Resurrection Power Assembly
this very Sunday. The church had called me during the
week with regards to the personal details I had left
them during their last crusade which I attended. They
had sustained an insatiable desire to visit my ‘supposed
apartment’, of which I strongly objected to. I perfectly
understood what hosting city people in a makeshift
home located right in the middle of a slum zone,
meant. Consequently, I promised them instead, that I
would be willing to attend any of their programs they
told me about. This seemed cool to them so they easily
asked me to their coming Sunday service of which I
accepted with glaring delight! Delight most converts
expressed once they received such invite. I was now
going to become a member of this church. And just like
any other new convert, this should be one of the most
pleasant times of my life! I was going to be introduced
to the Lord and that should ultimately define my
purpose for accepting membership. Yes, that was
meant to be the purpose. Being introduced to the Lord.

And it was meant to be my own purpose and aim too.
But instead I had other aims! I knew what I was
actually after. And that was equally important to me. I
knew that my only reason to have dropped them with
my details was just for this other personal purpose,
even though it didn’t quite fall under the definition of
meeting with the Lord which must be paramount to
every convert. I was aware of this, but I was eager.

Eager to achieve the other purpose. And what was this
other purpose? Simple! Getting to meet Pastor Mrs.
Elizabeth Rowlands once more! I was certain that if not
for her, I would have had nothing to do with the
‘meeting the Lord’ mantra. I was deeply hungry! I was
deeply thirsty. But not for that one thing most new
church converts sought for. Instead, I was hungry and
thirsty for Pastor Elizabeth’s K!ttyC@t!! I was doing
everything possible to make sure I would be seeing her
often. I was aware she never knew if I existed or not. I
was aware she might never even notice me despite the
fact that I was going to become a new member of her
church on this very day. I was fully aware. But I cared
less!!