BLOODY Lover!!

She hesitated. His extended hand was bloody, dripping on those plush white sofa she was seated. He was not the first to profess love. She had heard this recital several times from several sons of men and had fallen for it a few times. She was determined not to kowtow this time around. But his eyes were piercingly handsome. The spark of innocence, the glitter of love and the stream of care and affection that flowed from his mouth when he spoke got her startled. She was confused now.

Natalie had been a victim too many times. Her first was Reginald. They were mates at the high school. He was the best at Biology. The standard by which other students were measured. She gradually developed a soft spot for him. As time went by, she topped one Biology test and that brought Reginald closer to her. They became very good friends who walked and studied together even deep into the night. Their friendship surged, generating a mutual amorous feeling both were too shy to admit to the other. It was during one of those late-night study sessions that their hormones showed their ungodliness, when their sex cells became too ecstatic and out of control. The topic they were studying at the time didn't help matters either, 'Reproduction in Humans'. In a blink of an eye, she was lying on one of the desks counting the cobwebs in the ceiling.
 She hated Reginald. She hated herself.

The spider responsible for that cobweb

Her second was Nicholas, whom she affectionately called Nicky. They met at the Aphrodisiac Night Club when he rescued her from the grips of the 'bouncer'. She and her friends went there for an"All White' party after their WASSCE. Her company of friends loved chilling, their mantra, "you only live once (YOLO)". Nicky was a nice guy. His smile was tangible. She could hold on and in it take solace. He was a smooth talker who knew which strings to pull at any material moment. They exchanged contacts and spoke for a few weeks. She visited him one day and that is where it happened. She couldn't resist the urge. She could not afford to lose him, her justification for initiating the act.

Day flipped on, weeks rolled over and the months grew by two. Her skin doubled, she felt heavy like she had an anvil chained to her waist. She went on, grisly pale when she missed her monthly flow, again. Ricky came her way in the third month. A fifth year medical student whom she felt could help her with an abortion, maybe he would wave a magic wand. Ricky, on the other hand, saw a beautiful lady with loose morals whom he could gulp down his lust-adorned throat. When he had his way, her eyes were teary, with pain, anger, regret, self-pity and great remorse. The abortion process was painful and she almost lost her life. Her parents disowned her when news reached them about their daughter's escapades. They were ministers of the gospel who could not afford to have a black sheep tied up in their sitting room. She was distraught so when opportunity came knocking, she grabbed it with a bear hug.

A hug for you

Richlove introduced Natalie to her three year old trade. She was a night worker who had her body listed on 'Circle's Night Stock Exchange'. Natalie began earning big as she was introduced to very rich and affluent customers. Her 100m dash with older men, 400m with older young men and the marathon with the younger men fetched her thousands of cedis.
 So when the white Rolls Royce Ghost Series II pulled up, she was quick to showcase her wares. The occupant requested for her and as her behind greeted the luxurious seat, she felt a pang in her heart. The feeling was weird, even to her. A sudden aura of peace fell over her. One she had never had in a long time.

They did not go into a hotel. Her jaws dropped when the car was ushered into a mansion with an automated system. She pinched herself to be assured this was reality.  All this while, the wealthy man had not spoken a word. As she sat on the sofa getting prepared for her mission, her host came in with a non-alcoholic wine and some cookies. She caught sight of his blood-drenched hands and feet, she attempted an escape. But when he spoke, she felt safe. The love in his words was unimaginable. He wasn't just another customer. He told her of her life story, things she alone knew. She cried uncontrollably. With this of memory of her  past, he still loved her. A love beyond that of her parents. He was willing to give her a fresh start. His new bride. He offered her the wine and cookies, a sign of the new covenant. With tears in her eyes, she took both and ate. She wanted him, body and blood. She grabbed his still outstretched bloody hand and hugged him. '' I don't even know your name, Sir,'' she said.  ''I am Jesus. Jesus Christ" he answered. 


PS: Our Lord Jesus has his arms opened, willing to embrace you. No matter how inadequate you feel, know that, you are the reason he shed his blood. The blood has not lost its power. Just go to Him as you are and find comfort. For in Him alone is eternal life.

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