I Led Him To Christ And Left Him There

I met Kay when I was in Junior high school. We were not in the same school. His school was just close to my house. During one of our vacations, my school organized classes but my mother couldn’t afford it. Apart from the fact that Kay’s school was closer, their vacation classes fees were cheaper and paid daily. So I registered with them.

He was the prefect for their batch. So he approached me immediately after I entered the class. I don’t know what he saw that very instant to make him like me. I could tell he liked me by the special treatment he gave me. Everyone in the class saw it too. They started shouting, “Eiii Class P. Today you are acting out of character.” One person whispered in my ear, “This guy hardly talks to girls. So the fact that he is talking to you means he likes you.” I couldn’t help but smile because I liked him too.

I was shy and awkward around him at first but as time went on, I loosened up. Everything his classmates said was true. He did like me. Every day after classes, he would walk me home. We would also buy food together and eat. On some days, we would go to the internet cafe to browse the internet together. If there was something we had to do, we tried our best to do it together.

Soon enough, school reopened so I went back to my school. However, we had formed such a strong bond that being apart from him made me miserable. I would miss him so much that it would physically hurt my heart. I couldn’t take it.

In order to help myself, I always went to his school after we close. We would talk and I would walk him home. Sometimes, he also walked me home. We did this until one day he held my hand while I was walking him home. I could tell he wanted me to stop so I did. And then he kissed me. It was my first kiss. It warmed my heart and gave me goosebumps. I had never felt that way before.

I was so excited that when I got home I took my diary and wrote that day’s date. Then I wrote the time the kiss happened and added the words, “This is the date and time Kobby kissed me. It was my first kiss and I loved  it.” No one knew what happened until one of his friends got a hold of my diary and saw the entry about the kiss. This guy went to tell their entire class about us. They teased us but it didn’t tear us apart.

The thing that tore us apart was distance. It happened after we wrote BECE and went to different high schools. We couldn’t keep in touch so our relationship ended. After we completed SHS, I thought I wouldn’t see him again. So I was so surprised when he showed up at my house. I almost jumped into his arms out of sheer joy. I had missed him so much.

We started talking again. “I have never stopped thinking about you,” he told me. He was still in love with me and wanted us to get back together. By then I had someone in my life so I told him it wouldn’t be possible. He was sad but we had to go our separate ways.

After two years he came back. I was single then but I was heartbroken. The last thing I wanted was to date. So I turned him away again. He reminded me of our beautiful past and painted captivating pictures of the future we could have but my mind was made up. “I am sorry, but I am too broken to be with you right now,” I insisted.

Eight months later, he came back again. This time around I was ready to love again. So I gave him a chance. I am not exaggerating when I say those moments we shared are the best moments of my life. Kobby loved me and cared for me in a way I have never seen before. Even if I coughed, he would run to my side. Everybody in my neighbourhood knew about us. His schoolmates also knew about us.

My only problem with him at that time was that he wasn’t a Christian. He wouldn’t even step foot in a church. I talked to him several times about giving his life to Christ. It wasn’t easy but when the time was right, the Holy Spirit Convicted him. He followed me to church and gave his life to Christ. It was one of the highlights of our relationship.

In church, he joined the first-timers class. He followed the teachings religiously and graduated. He didn’t stop there. He continued to grow in the faith until he became a pastor. I was so happy for him. I felt proud of his progress.

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Although we loved each other so dearly, things didn’t work out between us. Some of it was my fault, and some were his. We tried so hard but in the end, we broke up. I was so heartbroken that I cried for days unending.

It took me almost four years for me to heal properly and enter another relationship. He has also found another person in the church and they seem happy.

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We are in a good place now. When we meet each other in church, we talk and laugh. The past doesn’t cast a shadow over us.

He is now a Reverend Minister. I see him and I become so happy with the way his life is going. He also constantly thanks me for leading him to Christ. We didn’t end up together but I am thankful something good came out of our relationship.

—Blessing