Thy Will, Not Mine

Chapter {10} Destiny

The week had passed seamlessly, like the graceful gliding of swans over a lake. I had submitted my assignment and received better-than-expected results, for which I owed a debt of gratitude to Nio. His guidance and support helped me to achieve academic success.

But the success of the week wasn't just limited to academics. The dinner with Nio had been a great success as well, both spiritually and emotionally. It was during that dinner that I had found the courage to speak to Nio about my beliefs and my sense of faith.

I couldn't help but feel that God had a hand in bringing all of these events together. His mysterious ways had given me the confidence to share my faith with Nio, and the support and guidance of those around me had helped me to achieve success in all aspects of my life.

Today was Saturday, which was also known as wash day. I sorted my laundry into different piles based on colour, starting with the whites, then moving on to the pinks, reds, blues, and finally the blacks. I made sure to handle each item of clothing with care and placed them securely in a laundry basket.

I tied a flowery doek around my hair and plugged in my earbuds, ready to listen to my gospel playlist. The colourful doek not only kept my hair out of my face while I worked but also added a touch of style to my outfit.

As the music started playing, I couldn't help but feel my spirits lift. There was something powerful about the uplifting messages and soulful melodies of gospel music, and I found myself lost in the rhythm and lyrics.

Despite the noise and distractions around me, the music provided a sense of calm and focus. It was as if the world around me faded away.

"Tats, I'm going to the laundromat!" I shouted, patiently waiting for her reply. Hoping she could hear me over the vacuum that ran loudly from her room.

"Okay!" she shouted back.

With my laundry basket in one hand and fabric freshener and laundry soap in the other, I made my way through the mid-open door and into the deserted hallway, with a tight squeeze. Despite the fact that this building was a student accommodation, I had never encountered anyone else on this floor aside from Thato and myself.

In the past, my paranoia had often gotten the best of me, especially when walking alone at night. However, as the weeks passed, I had started to feel more comfortable and secure. I reminded myself of the words of Psalms 23:4, which provided comfort and strength during times of fear and uncertainty.

As I repeated these words to myself, I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over me. The hallway, which had once seemed empty and foreboding, now felt familiar and safe. I made my way towards the communal laundry room, ready to tackle the task at hand. The psalm went as follows:

Yea, though I walk through the
Valley of the

shadow of death,

I will fear no evil

for thou art with me;

thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

And now I was just giving him the praise he deserved, "If creation sings your praises, so will I. So... Will I. God of your promise, you don't speak in vain, no syllable empty or void. For once you have spoken, all nature and science follow the sound of your-" I stopped my soft singing as I jumped, startled by the sound of a door opening.

A man dressed in comfortable joggers and a t-shirt stepped out of the door on my left. From his side view, he looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.

However, as he turned around to face me, I was surprised to see that it was my good friend Samuel. He too was holding a laundry basket with a few clothes inside.