A FAT SLIM GIRL.

WHEN GIANTS FALL; WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR PRAYER WARRIOR.

Episode 1

My name is Rukewe. Quiet, calm and brought up in a Church, many people thought I was a saint. I had the smile of an Angel, my mum once said but I remember this scripture that says something about the devil presenting himself as an angel of light. My parents and youth leaders believed I was a born again Christian, zealous for the things of God. Little did they know I was just a green snake hiding in green grass and waiting for the right time to strike. I appeared humble and obeyed whatever I was told but dear friend, a rebel lived inside me and all it was waiting for was the environment to come unleashed. Campus was the right time. Campus was the environment I needed to be who I had always been inside, only this time I didn't have to hide it.
So I came to campus and started out like an outright rebel. No one who came in contact with me would ever believe I was born and bred in a good church. I dressed to please my self and like my friends would say, to slay and confuse the guys. Campus fellowship or Church never registered in my memory. In fact the moment I held my admission letter, I deleted it from my dictionary. And it was working.
Within my first two weeks of being on campus, I had three boyfriends around my little finger. I had joined a group of dangerous girls and I was on top of the world. My grades didn't suffer because I used my body to get whatever I wanted. To me, life was beginning to be sweet. I was unrestricted and I had no worries whatsoever. I was finally living, finally breathing, finally alive. That was until Bro. Charles entered into my zone. Or perhaps, I stepped into his.
Bro Charles was handsome. He had everything and anything a girl would kill for. But there was an air around him I couldn't understand. It made me really uncomfortable. I perceived he was one of those religious fanatics but there was something more. He carried something important. Something I had not seen in a while, something that was so subtle yet powerful. It was a kind of glory. An unspeakable aura. A sense of something Holy, to be respected, to be feared. It wasn't until we met that I knew that this brother carried God. Imagine the gravity of that!
I was walking to my hostel after a night party. Even though I was tired, I managed to turn the heads of all the guys on the road. Except him. Except Bro. Charles. He carried a sling bag and he walked with purpose and confidence. It was his handsomeness that caught my eye first and like the flirt I was, I passed him a sly smile and walked a little more seducingly. But Bro. Charles had his eyes on something I couldn't see. He kept his eyes there and walked past me like trash. He didn't spare me a single glance. Ohhh, I was furious. I wanted to scream but inside I felt dirty. He had walked past but a Presence lingered. That presence made me feel guilty. I had deadened my conscience a long time ago but that Presence sent electricity down my spine and trickled into my dead conscience. I felt a prick. And it was the beginning of trouble for me. I knew I had stepped into something dangerous but I didn't know what. I was scared.
To be Continued...

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