Random Reflections Of A Sound Mind.

Doyin took the already slippery, wet soap in her right palm and gently squeezed it. It slid out of her palm into the ceramic sink. She turned on the tap and began to wash both her hands again- for the fifth time. She had escaped from the ongoing service to the church toilet to avoid Tosin and was killing time by washing her hands repeatedly. She calculated that no one else in her family knew Tosin and as such she was safe. Her mom, the only person whom she had told about him, only knew of his name. From the church toilet, she could hear Tosin singing over the loudspeakers. His remarkable voice- the reason she first took note of him still blessed her, even more now that she had become born again. The lyrics of the chorus she heard him sing, brought tears to her eyes. 'In my darkest hour. When no one's around. And the waters overwhelming, rise. When I, even I, is against I. Yet, Jesus comes to me to help, Saviour, lover and friend. Jesus, you're ever near to...

The hall was packed out, by the time Tosin and the group arrived in front of the building. From outside the venue, one could hear the sound of the music- it's was crisp and clear: every artiste's dream. He had high hopes for the night. Another of the guest music minister was leading the people in Western styled praise songs and the atmosphere was charged. "You're Toship right?" Asked a slightly tall, fair complexioned girl, who had walked up to the group as they made to walk for the church building. She reminded him of Doyin, with whom he had broken his vows of sexual chastity with two months and a half back -a terrible mistake -which had repeated twice since after the first encounter.The condemnation and disappointment he felt in himself, since the last encounter was wearing off. About the night of passion, when they had had sex, he wondered how something that felt so good be bad. Well, it had to feel good or desirable to be a bonafide temptation. ...