It had been a long day. I got into my car, turned on the engine and the car purred to life. I stepped on the gas, turned on the radio, turn up the volume, and sang along to the gospel tune of Samsong. This I did in an effort to stave off the growing fatigue and help prepare myself for what to tell Stella.
She would be furious, that's a fact. I promised to pick her up by 5 pm, so we could spend the night together outside of the city and now it was some minutes past 8 pm. The meeting with Pastor Vivian and pastors from other districts lasted longer than expected and I couldn't make up any excuse to leave.
I called her four times before entering the car and she rejected the calls. I then sent her a text asking her to come out to the road that I would be there in less than five minutes. Silently, I prayed in my heart she doesn't disappoint me as I exceeded the speed limit of the city, racing down the road to Stella.
