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I shook my head to clear the dangerous emotions coursing through my body and managed to finish up my recitation. Apparently, my slip was not noticeable because a thunderous clap arose and some of the congregation stood up to cheer me on, including my Sara. 
I determinedly avoided P.J’s eyes as I walked to my seat, so conscious of myself and trying not to slip on my way.
Awe, what’s all this? Get a grip on yourself now. You are a spirit-filled, engaged sister. You shouldn’t be caught doing this,I scolded myself and then resolved to concentrate on the message of the day without my eyes or heart straying.
When the service ended and grace was shared, I greeted the people beside me and picked up my purse, ready to leave.
Sara came to hug me. “That was a great one, dear.”
I smiled. “Thank you!”
She leaned towards me and whispered. “We need to go and greet cute pastor—welcome him into our midst, you know what I’m saying.” She placed a hand over her heart and I laughed, shaking my head.
“Sara, you are never serious.”
“Like seriously jo” she said, pulling me with her but I quickly pulled her back and led us towards the exit door.
Greet who? God forbid! Not today.
With what had just transpired between us, I wasn’t sure what would happen if I came face to face with him. But never in a million years would I admit that to Sara, so I looked for an excuse instead. “We need to get going, Sara. I’m so hungry,” I grabbed my tummy. “In fact, it’s Indomie Bolognese today.”
Sara rolled her eyes. “Awe, you are so boring. How many minutes would it take to greet someone and get to know them, ehn, especially someone as cute as that?”
“Remove lust from your eyes and face front,” I replied, gently pushing her forward.
She clucked her tongue. “It’s you that should remove rigidity and boredom from your life,hian!”
I shook my head but kept silent. I wasn’t really in the position to talk. Wasn’t I feeling the same way like Sara, except that she was more vocal about her feelings?
But, vocal or no vocal, this was not a feeling I could afford to dwell on.
I was happily engaged. To a wonderful guy. Who, by the way, was cute also.
I tried to clear the thoughts running through my mind and turned to Sara. “So how did the call with Mr Cute From The UK go?”
Sara giggled. “It went so well. Ifetokunbo is so lovely even on phone. Something tells me we will be seeing more of each other.”
“Mm-hmm,” I responded. “Just be careful.”
It’s you that should be careful, Miss Preacher,I silently told myself.
But then, I braced myself up. There was nothing to be careful about. What happened in there was just body chemistry. It had nothing to do with my heart because that belonged to Akinyemi and no one else.
Sara waved it off. “There is nothing to be careful about. This thing that I am feeling is real, I know it.”
This time I kept silent. Who was I to preach?
****
We were polishing off our plates—mehn, Sara could cook some delicious Indomie noodles in a bolognese style with fried chicken; I almost bit my tongue—when Bola burst into the living room, threw her handbag on the couch.
She picked up a throw pillow from the floor and placed it in its right position.”Awe! Sara! Please, you need to help me clean up this place. I’m expecting someone special and he will soon be here.
Sara jumped up. “Really? So we are finally meeting the mysterious Obi?”
I rolled my eyes.
Bola frowned. “Obi?”
It was Sara’s turn to be confused. “Oh, sorry. I thought the someone special was your boyfriend, Obi.”
“Arrgh,” Bola puffed. “Obi is bygone. Since when? I’ve dumped the fool.”
I sighed.
Sara’s jaws dropped. “Seriously? Ha Bola, you this girl. What happened again?”
“Help me clean and I will gist you.” Bola replied.
Sara packed out plates and ran into the kitchen. Even though I was totally against Bola’s lifestyle and wasn’t too happy with how she carried on, I stood up to help. It was the Christian thing to do. Besides, I wanted to hear the story, too.
Sara came back with a broom and a dustpan and began to sweep. “Okay, so what happened?” 
Bola began. “Arrgh, that ass—”
“Language!”I promptly interrupted.
Bola rolled her eyes. “I forgot Miss SU is around. Anyway the son of a—-”
“Language!”I repeated.
This time, Bola eyeballed me but complied. “I thought I had finally found the guy for my life but clearly I missed road again.”
“What happened,” Sara asked.
“He asked me to meet him at his place one day , said he had something for me.” Bola hissed. “I was so excited because I thought he had a gift for me or something. When I got to his place, the fool—” she eyed me “—had two ladies in his house, half naked. Can you imagine? He wanted me to join a foursome with an anal on top.” She placed her arms akimbo and mimicked Obi. “‘It’s fun, you will enjoy it, I promise’.” She hissed.
My jaws dropped as I gazed at Bola.
Sara dropped the broom as she burst into laughter. Bola and I turned to stare at her.
“Sorry,” she stopped laughing, “really, what were you expecting? A guy that spoils you with all those expensive things would expect something expensive too now. You can’t get something for nothing, you know, even the free gift of salvation requires something from you—faith.” She looked at me for validation of that statement.
I merely smiled as I returned the remote control to the TV stand. Now that was one of the moments I was proud of my girl.
“Whatever,” Bola pouted, dismissing Sara’s words off. “I mean, I’m up for some loving sex,” Bola eyed me again, “but experimental sex? Nah! I love my body too much for that.” She flipped her hair back. “I just walked out on the guy and that was the end of our relationship. I don’t need that kind of guy in my life.”
Sara shook her head. “That was a tough one, Bola. God really helped you o. You could have been raped.”
“Me ke?” Bola exclaimed, pointing to herself. “Nobody can ever try that with me.”
Sara looked at her as if to ask, ‘what planet are you from?’
I chose to be silent. Thank God Bola had the sense to walk away from that kind of nightmare.
Foursome? Some people could be so careless with their lives. What fun could possibly be there in having sex with three people at the same time? All I could see was STDs and high risk of HIV/AIDs not to talk of a dead relationship with God.
I shook my head.
A phone began to ring. It was Bola’s.

“Hello, baby. You are almost here?”She smiled. “Okay, I’m coming out of my building now to meet you.”
Silence.
“I love you, too,” she said.
Once again, I found myself staring at Bolanle. For all the time I had known her, this was the first time I would hear the magic word from her. The way she spoke softly, addressing this man, was so different that I looked forward to meet this guy.
Something was definitely brewing and it was worth watching out for.

…to be continued.