“CHURCH STREET; The Church Girl”
#13 Obunda House
“This street is a landmine so land your mind on the right steps before you explode. The good pops up like notification, the bad blows up like a grenade. I can assure you aren’t going to get a green-aid to survive. Strippers strip off their dignity along their falling blouse, and smokers have chimneys in their hollow noses. The hustle is real for one to come by a daily meal.
This street is an open chapter of angels and demons, lemonade and lemons. Bullets have wings and blood skate out of veins each day. Struggle is the daily anthem walking on the lips of many men who wish death upon themselves.
This street has the gospel of truth lingering in the hearts of men yet they spit them out. Halleluiah keep rising to the reigning Elohim, rain or shine. Hearts of men wax cold, hearts of men desire to turn towards the word of for change, souls are worn-out but won every day for His glory. The righteous taste the good and bad but their faith never run dry.
Welcome to JK Churchill Street, a.k.a Church Street.” the popular radio presenter of the street’s radio station, Hill FM, chanted every morning before his show.
Ohemaa, the dark sun of the morning glory, melanin nectar of a breezy day, silky drop of ‘jergens’, bright soul of an awakening paradigm and the eye-of-an-apple falling before new-things of God’s renewed mercies. The belt of truth gave her the hourglass shape, shield of faith covered her actions against prejudice, shoes of peace and focus led her steps towards the right path of the gospel with love. She is a damsel like a dam of beauty’s cells, like a product, she’d damn sell.
As popularly known in the neighborhood as ‘Chrife (staunch Christian)’, she exhibited the traits many would address as a ‘church girl’
She hardly associated herself with ‘things of the world’; never would you see her doing contrary to what a Christian of her persona would do. Her high-standard morals were like necklaces that dangled against each other to remind her of her values.
She was the target of many guys who wanted to enter a relationship. She turned down the proposal of many who wanted to be given the chance to be her “Boo”. Most of these guys knew the history of her past life so they thought it through as a free-pass to have her for themselves. Well, she had changed for good. The deeds of her yesterday were shut behind doors and the light of the future, she grabbed to live right.
To put to test the sampled few who wanted to have her as a girlfriend, she raised a standard.
First was Abedu, the hood champion of soccer. Abedu began to go to church just so he could get closer to the material of a man Ohemaa desired. He joined the instrumentalist department though he couldn’t pull a single string of musical cord. The only string he knew best to pull was pulling the G-string of ladies in the neighborhood to do what he does best. After a month of realizing he wasn’t achieving his aim to the max, he quit church.
Then, Adams, the innocent player. This guy swore on his last breath to Ohemaa that she is his only love. He promised to love her as the sun loves to shine on the Sahara desert. Every material item Ohemaa needed, Adams could afford. She rejected the advances from Adams.
Kenneth, the third guy who almost drugged her on her quest one evening to evangelize the gospel to him, had his fair share of a dirty slap.
Why did she have all these guys pursuing her? Her past…
Her past life was the black side of her life. Before she became this known ‘church girl’ who seemed to dine with heavenly angels, she lived life without a single thought of care. She used to be the kind of girl who did all manner of things to feed herself. She just wanted to survive. As a pole dancer at one Lebanese night club at the corner of the street, she went through the paths of many men to clothe herself and a roof over her head. The life she lived wasn’t her best decision in any way but for someone who didn’t have anyone to be of help, she shook what her mother gave her to have what she wanted.
The threshold of her current life occurred one night after she had returned from her night duties to see her sugar daddy in bed with another lady in her room. It didn’t go well with the argument so he dragged Ohemaa outside, threw away her cloths and ordered her never to step foot in the room again since he was paying the bills.
The poor girl was rescued by Mrs. Chloe, who happened to drive by that moment on the rainy day. Ohemaa refused to accept her offer of help. Miss. Chloe had been on Ohemaa’s neck for years, preaching to her the gospel of Christ to make her change. She had preached whatever it is Ohemaa had to hear but the very reason Ohemaa was in the kind of life was to survive.
She always considered how she was going to survive if she changed her ways.
After Miss. Chloe persisted in a reverse-drive along the 50metres stretch of Ohemaa’s walk, Ohemaa decided to give in and accept her offer at least for the night. Miss. Chloe held on with the usual preaching and condemnation and decided to fulfil Ohemaa’s needs. She allocated her to live in one of her empty rooms in her house, helped her through with an apprenticeship, and availed herself to help.
The expression of Miss. Chloe’s love changed Ohemaa’s life. Of course, she followed-up with her preaching with time. This time, she was less judgmental. The turning point of her life wasn’t easy when the past peeped often. Even some members of her new found church wanted to have their way with her. Others chastised her personality with regard to her past but Miss. Chloe stood firm with Ohemaa in faith to resist the dart of pointing fingers and gossips.
She found peace though her ugly past were at war with each other. With time, she won the two souls who worked with her in the night club. She didn’t have the flashy life of yesterday anymore but at least she had a joy in her heart, compared to the tears of her pinching conscience each night in the past.
Indeed, every Angel has a past.
© 2018 Eben Ace