A FAT SLIM GIRL.

WHEN GIANTS FALL; WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR PRAYER WARRIOR.

Episode 2

...Continued from episode 1

... I was scared.
But I was determined to know more about this guy. Who in their right senses could ignore a girl like me and still get away with making me guilty. I had thought I was done with guilt. I killed guilt the moment I stepped on campus. Sure, my conscience was there but, it was as good as dead. I had made sure of that. So how dare this young man bring life to what I already killed? How dare he?

He wasn't a fresher. No, he didn't have the look that they all did. He didn't look a sophomore either. So he was either penultimate or in his final year.
I couldn't sleep that night. I kept thinking about him. Something extraordinary was at work and I knew but I couldn't place a finger on it. How could someone who didn't notice me leave such an indelible mark on me? I vowed to find him. I didn't have to talk to him. I just wanted to see him again. And if possible, stalk him.
The Presence he left awakened my conscience, I didn't like it, but it created a hunger for it. And that was the part I couldn't explain.

I was lucky. I saw him again. Did I say lucky? Scratch that. Divine Favour made our paths cross again.
I was returning from a hangout with my friends one Tuesday afternoon and I walked past the campus chapel, a little drunk. Jennifer, one of my friends was with me.
Then I saw him. He was coming out of the chapel and immediately, I was hit with waves of that Presence. The closer he came, the more I felt something I couldn't explain. More life trickled into my dead conscience and guilt took first place. I wanted to run but I wanted to stay. How do you explain something like that. You want to run but you still want to stay?

I stopped dead in my tracks. He was getting closer and the intensity of whatever it was he was carrying that I couldn't see was getting deeper. I was filled with awe and admiration and at the same time, I felt useless. I saw more of my depraved state and wether I liked it or not. We contrasted. He was filled with clean, beautiful aura that attracted and promised to transform if you stayed long enough and I....I was filled with everything filthy.

Jennifer tugged my arm. "C'mon Rukky," She said, not understanding what was going on. "Let's go. Why did you stop? We're almost at your hostel."
The young man kept coming closer and he passed by me. At this point, I almost lost it. If I doubted He carried something before, I was hundred percent sure of it now. It was as if he was submerged in it. He was soaked to the bone with it, to the extent that he didn't just look different, he smelt different.

"Who... who is that guy?" I asked Jennifer. Her hand was still holding my right arm.
"Who?" She asked, looking everywhere, trying to find who exactly I was talking about.
"The one with the blue t-shirt and jeans?"
Jennifer stared at him for a second. "He is one of those religious nuts on campus."
"Did you feel anything when he passed by, just now?
She thought for a moment and shrugged. "Yeah. He's a prayer warrior in Christ's Army fellowship. He's pretty hot... Like hot for God."

It hit me just then. "A prayer warrior.." I mused.

Jenny pursed her lips. "I once was in the chapel when he prayed. Everywhere became too hot for me to stay. Y'know, like I was too unholy to be there but it was calling me. Pretty wierd, actually."

My eyes cleared. The drunkenness left. I wasn't crazy. Jenny had felt it too.

He was a prayer warrior. From the little I knew from church, that was a big thing, especially
when it wasn't just a title but a reality.