Must Read: BURN AGAIN - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Must Read: BURN AGAIN - Season 1 - Episode 9

Was I appearing a threat in what I could obviously tell
was a near-perfect spiritual atmosphere? Or is she just
suffering from something else I had no idea of?

I could not just explain and the more I thought about it, the
more guilt I felt. I was becoming sure that I was doing
a lot to bring down a lady and a church I had since been
convinced were fervent. How bad I was feeling. I was
more confused than ever. I desired Elizabeth but my
desires had turned out to be a fierce threat. And to
confirm this fear, she was soon lead out of the hall and
through a door I felt led to some back-room facility. She
had just began avoiding my eyes before then and
refused every invite onto the podium at each time she
was called upon. I was feeling very bad. My joy and
delight became cut off.

We were asked to stay back after service as the
counselors we had been assigned to, were going to
have a little chat with us before leaving. I wondered
what was going to happen next as Elizabeth had still
not returned to the church hall since she had left. I had
to even consult with a steward when it started looking
like we were waiting in vain and was told they would
get back to us. However, this they eventually did and
the response was never far from the already obvious.

She wouldn’t be able to attend to us that very day. We
were to come on Tuesday by 4 PM. The steward had
told us. It was partly a relief and equally worrying.

I was partially feeling like I had hurt someone even though I
could not tell how. Nonetheless, the current
circumstance looked really like it.

As I walked home that afternoon, I felt the unrivalled
hunger to set the entire thing aside. I felt very
convinced that I had made the wrong decision by accepting to attend the service. I was not cut out for
this kind of life. I was a street hawker who had known
the streets and the hood for several years now. I was
rough and largely wild! I drank and occasionally smoked.

I loved women and hardly stayed a day without f-----g
the senses out of a pretty one! I was simply too feral
for this alien life Elizabeth’s church was trying to bring
me into. Even though I knew I was never going to adapt
to the so called new life right from the first day and
was only going to play the double life until I got what I
wanted, I now felt I had executed it wrongly. The
question had always been, how I would string things up
if they eventually found out that their so called new
convert had several s*x-mates? I was always going to
be difficult but I felt I could pull it off. I felt I could
always present that entirely different sober side they
knew me for while hiding the wild animalistic shade
known to the streets. How totally wrong I was. I was
making up my mind to let the entire thing lie.
Chidinma was already at my stead when I walked in.

She had tried reaching me on phone the night before
but I had purposely avoided her calls since I was too
occupied with thoughts of my impending visit to
Elizabeth’s church.