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My Appointment For 2014 and For All Time

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Date Created:24 Jun 2014

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It was a harrowing bus ride all the way back home from Solwezi. I had my nose buried in a novel by Sophie Hannah, hitherto, my only companion and friend. It helped me forget; forget that my heart had been broken; that all I had worked for the past two years was torn down; that she was gone; it was over; and there was nothing I could do about it.

Then a man of God entered the bus. Out of respect, I put my book down to listen; though I slightly disdained the bus preachers, I always listened to them, out of respect for the word of God.

"Your disappointments of 2013 are about to become appointments for 2014", He said.


'This could be interesting', I thought.

"Some of you were probably even engaged, and your engagement has ended. Just know that it is not your time."

'What tha...? Is this guy talking to me?'

"If it's not God's time, it won't work out. So stop weeping. I know a certain young man who was actually engaged, and his wedding was scheduled for a week. And then his fiancee pulled out; said she did not want to get married..."

'By Golly!'

"The young man was devastated. He came crying to me and I just told him that it is not God's time. God's time is coming.

"After inquiring and interrogating the young lady, it was discovered that she was pregnant for another man, a driver, at the nursing school--the same school the young man was sponsoring her to.

"So my friend, if it is not God's time, then it won't work out. However, I am here to tell you that your disappointments for 2013 are about to become appointments for 2014! 2014 is your time!"

I was stunned. I was speechless. Did he know about my broken relationship and engagement? Was this a set up?

No, it was God. It was God talking to me, taking me by the hand, lifting me up from the pits of despair.

Even though I hardly gave any money to bus preachers, that day, I did; because I believed he had been sent by God to talk to me.

Nevertheless, the days that followed where harrowing. I constantly walked around with a numbing pain in my head. I stopped eating. I stopped believing in myself and everything I had worked hard for. I felt as if I had failed. I had failed my parents and my relatives.

How was my mother going to take it when I went back to her and told her it was over?

My father was going to laugh at me and tell me "I told you so, Michael. People who are not Jehovah's Witnesses are no good."

How were my relatives going to react when I told them that the girl they had loved and praised so highly had ended it all?

How was I going to stand up tall to them?

And how was I going to stand up again. I had devoted my life to her. I had cast all caution to the wind and loved her with all I had; till she became all I had.

Without her, there was nothing. I had nothing to go to. Nothing to return to. Nothing.
How on Earth was this going to be an appointment? How?

I saw nothing but darkness at the end of the tunnel.

It was like a part of me had died.

Time crawled by slowly. I hoped she would call just to say "I miss you and want you back."

Nothing.

"Let her go. If she is meant to be yours, she will be back," My boss told me.

And so I let it go.

Yes, I let it go.

Slowly, I picked myself up again, and started to rebuild myself.

And then she happened.

A friend I had pushed away. A friend I had overlooked. A friend I had once told:

"If God wants us to be together, in his own almightiness, he will make it possible, though at the moment, that is impossible. I am engaged, remember. And I will do everything in my power to make this work."

Out of the blue, I decided to get in touch with her, after so long a time.

"It"s over," I told her. "She left me."

"I knew it," she said.

"How?"

"You have been quiet for so long. I figured it out."

"I see."

"So now you have come to me when you need to talk. You were always like that. When all was well, you vanished into the wind. You only re-appeared when things went wrong. I bet you will go again."

"What was I supposed to do? What on earth was I supposed to do?"

"You were supposed to be more considerate."

"Fine, what do you want from me?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, let's do this. We need to talk. For this to translate into anything; for this to become anything; we need to meet in person. And see if this can ever become anything. Let's start, right here, right now. Let me call you."

And I did call her.

And she answered.

Her voice.

My eyes grow round from utter surprise. That was the sweetest voice I had ever heard in my life. It was like a combination of all the sweet things I had ever heard in my life, all mixed up in one voice.

I was hooked.

"Oh my God! Can you speak again?" I said, reeling from disbelief.

"Speak again?" She laughed.

"Yes. Please please please!"

And she did.

And I started jumping around my house screaming "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

It's been a couple of months now since I made that phone call. And ever since then, my life has never been the same. She brought me back to life in a way that I could not have imagined possible.

For the first time, I am truly in love.

She is my appointment for 2014 and for all time.

She is the one whose heart beats for me and me for hers.

She is the one.

And every day, I still go: "Oh my God! Where have you been all for life, Machona Chipompwe?"

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