If ever there was a virgin in this world, Bayo was one of a kind; someone that never had problems with sexual temptation. He shared his salvation experience with so much pride and gusto. He was the best of his kind, he had a lots of gifts too and was quite reserved. Naturally this drew a lot of girls his way, the slay queen and the prude alike. Bayo had a natural liking for the weirdos though, girls with a damaged past or family issues, those who could be party freaks on Saturday and angels by morning. Their lives were ideal mission field for him, sometimes your greatest strength brings the worst.
All those quiet, simple and devoted ladies promised to bore the hell out of his life he thought. "It was like looking in a mirror" he said, while addressing a gathering of fellowship executives. He was also very open about such things and everyone came to Bayo for relationship advice. He was lively and an all rounder, his life was consistent until he met Prisca. This dude had no understanding that his "celibacy status" was hot gist in female circles, he thought the girls were just being nice because he prays for them and counsels them through tough times.
Many of these ladies really didn’t need his counselling, adults naturally know how to survive and navigate through life but that mask of "vulnerability" is how girls "ask you out without asking you out." Today one girl is crying over spilt milk, the next he is visiting another at the clinic, and at other times he is walking a crying sister home. Take a look at
In fact, the fellowship boomed on campus. Bayo was the eye-candy, even some of the girls gave up and settled for other less competitive brothers because really the competition was high for Bayo to be "boo."
Prisca did not really bother much about the fellowships on campus, she barely went so that she won’t have to sleep all throughout Sundays. Then she also caught the "Bayo Fever."
It was her third Sunday at Service to Christ Fellowship that she walked up to him and said "Hi, Bayo is it?" He nodded affirmatively so she continued "I really have something I want to share with you, it has given me so much sleepless nights and I don’t know where else to go." Her eyes watered a bit as she spoke, Bayo should not have looked but he did and he felt the usual move to help plus something else. It was like a script that all the girls had mastered, they knew what would get Bayo out of his bed in the middle of the night to start running to their rescue, his weakness was the "damsel in distress."
"Let’s talk tomorrow, can you be at the chapel tomorrow?" He asked. They fixed a meeting and he went home terribly bothered about the other feeling he got after talking to Prisca, again his Zipper tightened and he quickly looked around at his room as if there was someone else around reading his dirty thoughts.
Evening service was awesome, for Bayo it was like hell. Things started changing immediately he met Prisca, he had met someone that met all his check list: witty, social, needy and vulnerable but the tinge of mischief in her eyes could not be mistaken. He argued with his devil all through the evening prayers, the invited preacher even had the title "Know they demons." As soon as he walked in and saw the title for the evening sermon, Bayo could not help but hiss. "It’s like all these Pastors consult oracle or something" he muttered out too loud that a brother heard and shot him a shocked look. He smiled and quoted the Bible "let him that speak, speak as an oracle of God, you know that passage na. That’s what I meant bro, bless you."
This time he knew he did not mean that prayer. He knew deep down in his heart that he was cursing everyone; the preacher, Prisca who kept waving and smiling, the brother that judged him with his eyes and himself too. He sat down at the back this time and pretended to be hearing God directly from heaven, he used to hear before but today was different.
Service closed and the chapel emptied gradually, Bayo wished he had fixed a prayer meeting with Desmond. Desmond was his prayer partner, a young prayer warrior whose struggle with an Akwa Ibom English accent had first caused him a lot of embarrassment on joining the fellowship. Desmond was off to a night reading session so he left after a short exchange of pleasantries, Bayo wanted to ask him to stay but Prisca waved from across the hall and started coming his way.
They talked at length that first meet and surprisingly Bayo settled finally and was able to listen to her stories about her broken family and the pain of having to live in between two different homes. Truly, her story was not really exceptional, Bayo knew that half of their fellowship was made up of girls who had suffered terrible parent issues and some battled all sorts of crazy addictions. She was not the worst case but somehow he could not just stop talking to her and trying to fix her.
They met more often, Bayo started considering it as "God’s mighty hand at work," which was the theme for the session. Only God can bring such a pretty endangered girl into his life, it could not be the devil and he could not imagine that he was smart enough to have orchestrated the events that kept encouraging their closeness. There were meetings that could have been done in the day but he would fix his work and reading time to those periods so they could only meet at night.
Things started to graduate, they both lived off campus so naturally the meetings moved from house to house. The other sisters started to notice that Prisca had won their prospective boo, life had to go on and her body language was aggressively marking territory. Sisters stopped visiting as they used to, she did all the visiting on their behalf. Things moved really fast. They started talking about the love of God that was shared between a man and a woman, like in songs of Solomon, Oh they read those verses like they were the great commission.
Then she kissed him one morning. Bayo stuttered and stammered for the first ten minutes after the kiss, then he turned red and purple, he lost composure before he finally found his voice. "Why would you do that?" He asked, he looked really pained. "What if someone had come in, what if I kissed you like that? I thought we were just having a…."
"Bayo, come on cut it please," she said, rolling her eyes and she held his hands. "Are you pretending like you have no feelings for me? We both know this has gone beyond you counselling me or trying to help me. I love you and you love me, when will you make love to me?"
"Hain?! Prisca! Wait what did you just say? Please let go of my hand."
He scrambled off the bed and paced the room, battling the raging urge to rush over to her and kiss her back, maybe even continue from there.
"So you want me to just abandon my prayer life, and commit an abomination? Prisca I thought you know better than this," he spat his words out, hoping to dissuade her from coming closer to him as she had started to do.
She was hurt obviously, his words had hit home.
"Bayo you know you have one problem, it’s just this one thing and you for make sense but sometimes you dey talk like pikin. So you have the effontery to make me feel like a sinner just because I kissed you, you are such an hypocrite. Are you saying that I don’t know God for having my past relationships? So because you are a virgin now, you are holier than all of us. Let me tell you something, God is watching all of us and I know you have looked at my breast and ass several times, even when we were yet to be close you could not get your eyes off me!"
Bayo’s face fell but he tried to maintain his composure, his hands shook slightly because her words were true. He beckoned Prisca to lower her voice and they talked over it. That day was his first kiss and Bayo knew he had signed a pact for something bigger, it was never going to end there because they kissed again. The way she melted in his arms; her lips divulging her soul to him and the heaving of her heavy chest right next to his heart, Bayo was sold out.
They argued some more, kissed some more, spent more time alone. Bayo started to think, maybe she is not the one God wants me to give my desires to, am I not taking advantage of her vulnerability? He felt guilty every time he kissed her and looked at her, they hardly talked about the scriptures anymore because he was always wondering if she won’t think it hypocritical that he still wanted to share the scriptures with her. He opened up to her on one of those nights of passion, he was erect and heavily turned on, she was sweating and curled up next to him. Bayo’s hands brushed her hair to the side and she looked up at him with those eyes.
"You know I can’t go further than this Prisca. This is not right and I don’t mean that on a religious note. I feel like there is something just not right about this, we don’t talk much about anything anymore, we don’t pray together like we used to, I don’t want to be ashamed that I am with you in this way but…."
"Bayo, stop it. Just kiss me, please. We have never done more than this kisses and you are always making me feel like I seduced you or something."
Bayo could see her eyes watering again, the room was just slightly illuminated by the moonlight that shone through the window. Power had gone out not long before she arrived, and Bayo knew they would have to make a decision that night.
She wriggled closer, her silent moans were like electric thrills, he held on to her waist while thinking hard about what was about to happen to his life.
"You know," she continued, "this does not mean you can’t pray or preach or something, in fact you make me feel so terrible when you say these things. I don’t know why being with me should give you so much discomfort. I have never felt more spiritually strong than when I am close to you. Each time you kiss me, it’s always like God is speaking directly to me," she said.
Bayo sighed and kissed her one more time. "Prisca, I am surprised that you are experiencing something spiritual about all this whatever it is that we have but I am not feeling it the way you do. I have one request before we do this."
"What’s that?" She replied halfheartedly.
"Can you quickly lead us in like twenty minutes of prayer, then I will read some of these verses that I have been thinking about. After that, I promise you that I will make love to you till morning!"
"You are a mad man, I now know you are a time waster. So you need us to pray and fast before you fuck woman abi. Idiot is your Surname, Ode Oshi."
The next few weeks were like addiction withdrawal for Bayo, the girl who professed endless love for him was nowhere to be found. He returned to fellowship but his once vibrant vibe was gone like the whiff of smoke in a wind.
He was back in front of that gathering but this time his story had a twist to it. He had come to understand why he wanted something so strange and dark, he knew the problem was not Prisca because like him she was on her separate journey of faith. The problem was not the fellowship or his prayer partner who had not seen the signs of his troubled heart, they were also probably battling their own demons. He smiled at the sisters and realized they were not the problem either, they were acting only on a natural instinct to find an ideal mate.
He realized he was indeed the problem and snare to himself, he spent so much time guarding his virginity like an egg, thinking it was what made him acceptable before God. He realised he had actually held his sexual decision as a stake and a moral ground for counselling people on issues he had no knowledge about but you know what experience does to you, it drags your with your coat of pride, and pulls you through the mud of foolishness till you realise how much you need your humanity to pass through a crucible of rebirth. When fire meets clay, you either crumble or shine.