Joy Kaduru Writes

For my first 3 years in the University of Porr Harcourt, I only went to church the Sundays before exam and after my exams. Why? It's self explanatory. I had zero interest in anything Church/God because I just left an Anglican Missionary Boarding School where I prayed at least 5 times a day. In my mind, all the prayers I prayed will cover me plus I was an upcoming bad girl, at least I tried to be. When I gave my life to Christ at the end of Year 3, first semester, if you told me that I would collect the life back, I would tell you a big fat Never!! I was in love with Jesus, with DC, with the community, with the clarity and everything that came with Jesus. I had peace and I could give him anything and everything. I went for my first ever Camp Meeting and during this service day, it was time to raise funds for the gospel. If you have ever been to any fundraising service, you know how that thing can be. The testimonies!!!! Brother John was broke and owing 5Million. He gave God

I left the choir in DC PH because I had this mad crush on a Pastor and because Pastors sat opposite the choir, this man was all I could see. I came early so I would sit where nobody would block me. I imagined our children and imagined scenarios of how we would bump into each other and he would take my number. I did this so much that I didn't know how to stop. It was mixed emotions. I wanted to focus on Jesus but his fine son would not allow me concentrate. You would see me crying during worship and think, oh this girl is close to God but omo, na lie. Na man. I was crying and begging God to take this man out of my mind. One day during a women's meeting, P. AK said, "One way to know of you really love a man is how often you pray for him" so I said to myself "That's it. I will pray for him". And that's how I started. I prayed for him every service day and every other day. When I get to church, I'll close my eyes really tight and would speak