“Mm, then you did what?” Adelaide was half heartedly paying attention to her friend, Felicia’s chatter. Her mind was far away. And if she was honest with herself? She was feeling a bit anxious. She hadn’t heard from Dag in quite a while. She knew he had exams coming up that he had to study for. But he had been especially scarce that week.
A sudden knock on the door startled her.
“Felicia, check who it is,” she told her since she was seated closer to the door of their dorm room.
Felicia made quick movements to the door, her lithe body making her feet look like they barely touched the ground.
Opening the door and shutting it immediately, Felicia excitedly whispered, “It’s Brother Dag!”
Adelaide’s heart leaped. But she caught herself and regained composure as he walked into her room. With a slow smile and in a cool tone, she said, “Ei, it’s been a while since we saw you brother.”
Three years ago, when she had first set her eyes on his skinny frame, it had not been a pleasant encounter.
First of all, he had been speaking out aloud in another language, which was unfamiliar to the two ladies as he walked. She had no problem with people praying in tongues. Sure you could pray, when you were in the spirit, but who walked around campus and spoke them to themselves out loud?
It was she and her friend Audrey that day who had run into him on their way to get on a bus to downtown Accra.
Audrey made the introduction. She knew him from their fellowship, Calvary Road. “Brother Dag,” she said, “This is my roommate, Adelaide. Remember I mentioned her to you the other day?” Adelaide smiled in a welcoming manner.
The smile left her face almost immediately.
Because Brother Dag did not respond in English. He was still rattling in strange tongues. A worried look came upon Adelaide’s pretty dark skinned face.
Then he said finally, “Sister, I’m blood bought, I’m demon-casting and I’m going to heaven, can you say the same about yourself? Are you sure about your salvation?”
Adelaide almost burst out laughing. She looked him up and down in his bright red t-shirt and blue jeans. She could tell he was not fully Ghanaian by the shade of his skin. His dark black curly hair needed a trim, it was either that or the last haircut he had had went badly (she would find out later that Dag gave himself haircuts to avoid the cost and time of a barber shop).
“Well,” she said rather softly. “I am born again and I am sure of my salvation. And I will be going to heaven as well.”
Dag squinted at her. What was he trying to read? She was not being arrogant or lying to him.
“Brother Dag, we have to run oh, Adelaide and I have an appointment.” Felicia cut in. It was a hot day and rather uncomfortable to stand in the sun and chat.
“I hope it’s a godly appointment, Audrey. 1 Thessalonians 5 says avoid all appearances of evil.” At six feet one, Brother Dag was towering over the two ladies. He was no less of a giant when it came to things of the spirit. Each time he met one of his brothers or sisters from the fellowship, he was excited to share with them from the scriptures. He constantly said, “If two Christians meet and they do not share the word, they have missed the point.”
Audrey smiled courteously and sheepishly answered, “Yes, that’s true.” She had avoided the question. She and Adelaide had feminine business to take care of that she did not feel like discussing with her Christian brother.
“Nice meeting you eh,” Adelaide muttered as Felicia tugged at her arm. They waited till they were at least a mile away before they let go and suddenly they were both hysterical, holding each other and panting for lack of breath.
“See, why I want you to join the fellowship?” Audrey was wiping tears away from her face.
“I see it koraa,” Adelaide responded in jest, a twinkle in her eyes. “I’m definitely attending your next meeting. Because I am blood bought and I am going to heaven! Ei!” she cracked up once again.
Adelaide had stuck to her word although Audrey had had to do some extra persuading. But that day in her room as Dag had come to visit, she was more than grateful to God that she had not been completely put off by Brother Dag’s over zealousness.
Especially since now he was the love of her life.
“Maame,” his voice snapped her back to the present. “How was the visitation you went for the last time?”
Adelaide chuckled and gazed at her beloved, lost for words. The love she felt was deep oh Lord!
“Maame?” Dag spoke a bit more firmly and then Adelaide began to ramble as she always did. In their conversations she would do at least eighty percent of the talking, with Dag interjecting at mid story points with a “mmm?” or “did she really do that?” Albeit his lack of a gift for gab, she loved him. She loved to hear him preach on Sundays and at his own will sometimes on buses. She liked to hear his future aspirations for serving God. All his heart was for God.
And all her heart was his. Well, her heart was first for God. And then, without a doubt in her mind, it was all his.