Gynophybic

CHAPTER 1. Moving out...

Romans 8:1
Now there is no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus

Darrell's POV

Still can't believe I'm leaving Uncle Moses' lovely mansion. It was so worth it elongating my stay. It was only meant to be a weak but me being stubborn , had enough excuses to make it almost two months.

What can I say? Old habits die hard. I was still gathering my luggage when he opened my almost closed door. Do I really have to leave?? God please, I want just an extra month. Like he read my thoughts he just walked right to my front and blurted out, "You're not staying here Darrell. Your mother is waiting for you" I laughed at his serous tone, he acts like this to make me leave quikly but to me, it's just a look that doesn't fit him.

"How did you know what I was thinking anyways. Did you join a cult??!" He playfully punched my arm and laughed with me then said, "You've forgotten? Holy spirit will tell me what you won't" I should have expected an answer like that from a pastor.

I honestly don't know why I was hesitant to come here when mom suggested it, but when she drove me to his mansion for a visit I knew better than to decline the offer. Honestly it's like there was a chandelier in every room! Does a pastor earn this much??

He helped me pack my stuff to his car when my phone rang. I picked without knowing who it is because I figured I might guess correctly.Yup!It was Jeremy. "Is we leaving so soon?" He talks with a broken English on purpose sometimes. It's expected when your girlfriend is from Nigeria.
"Yeah we is. I don't wanna leave Jeremy. Help me convince Uncle Moses to let me stay longer." I think he heard me because he gave me a dirty scowl like he was deeply offended.
"You're right!! Give him the phone Darrell! Maybe he'll let us share a room." I laughed. We like to get on his nerves like this. It's funny to tick him off.

"Darrell get off your phone, I need to talk to you..." He was in the car when he said that. I told Jeremy I'd call him back and packed the last of my items. So much for staying a bit longer...

I entered the passenger's seat while he was at the driver's seat. I'd rush him to tell him 'what is it?' but he had an unreadable face, so I figured it's pretty important. But why was he-
"Why are you studying my face?" I asked him.

"Just checking progress is all"

"Progress??" I responded.

"You seem happier and less dull. That means your walk with Christ is going well. Am I right?" Wow. I didn't know he could read someone so well. Then me who wants to study psychology therapy, I have a lot of work to get to this stage.

"Thanks for noticing I guess. Yeah God and I are in the right track so far" I honestly NEVER thought I'd see myself giving myself to Christ and having a real working relationship with him. I guess that's why mum convinced me to stay with uncle Moses for a while. He's been so patient with me, even on days I refused to go to church with him.

Back then I was so adamant on not getting close to God but a tiny part of me was curious of what would happen if I did. A tiny part of me wanted to give it a shot. Was it the holy spirit? I dunno.

I put on my seat belt and uncle Moses was driving through the busy roads, with some gospel track playing.

"Darrell?" I really wanted to enjoy the quietness. Is that too much to ask? "Yea?" "Sorry, I know I'm bugging you. I realized I didn't even ask. What was your old life like?" I pretended to be confused because I really regret the person I was.