The First Chapter
November 2008 was an appalling year to start with. My eyes were extremely weary to see what was surrounding me and what was holding me. I got up that morning with a sad face, knowing that I had to begin a new day with continuous terrors in my life. I was senseless and bored at school. I was doing Grade 8; I pulled myself together for school, and little did I know, God marked it as a new day for a new chapter. School was so boring at that time.
And our teacher called us to join in a prayer with the grade 12 learners—a prayer to prepare them for their final exams. I said to myself, "why are they bothering us because we aren't doing matric?" Everyone was so thrilled to have me join them, while I wasn't.
We found a man of God preaching and encouraging them to pray and study hard. Before we could engage in prayer, I looked around and behind me were my friends and I was standing next to some random girls.
And I closed my eyes and my body was too unsettled. And I didn't understand the pressure. I have never fallen in church or encountered God before. As if it’s not enough, I started crying, and I heard a great laughter from behind. I didn't care if it was my friends or not.
I started crying and shuddering at the same time. I thought to myself that maybe I was developing madness, then a soft voice whispered, "It is the Holy Spirit."
To be continued.
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