Lolade had seen that old sticker ton of times before at her hairdresser’s shop, but it never pulled any string within her adamant heart. The young lady had taken a vow several years ago, shortly after the demise of her mother, not to ever have anything to do with God.
Ironically, by the time she was done making her hair that afternoon, the message on the bumper sticker had already migrated to her heart!
JESUS LOVES YOU, the message kept churning over in her heart in a similar manner a Baker mixes the dough.
Tears flowed profusely from her large eyeballs. The waterworks networked with the cosmetics on her pretty oval face leaving a smudge similar to the paintings done by an amateur artist.
‘I am so glad that Jesus loves me…’ her childhood favourite hymn filtered into her mind in full blast.
‘A loving God would never allow people to die!’ An aggressive voice thundered within her.
‘Death isn’t the end!’ A gentle, but more authoritative voice countered, ‘rather, it marks the beginning of eternity either in heaven or hell.
She fell on her knees in repentance. her heart ached as the genesis of her litanies of woes played before her like a movie…

The teenage Lolade paced sheepishly behind her boss, a huge, middle-aged lady. The time of the day was 12.30pm, and the duo headed towards Ayilara Street in Lagos.
Clad in a strapless top over a jeans bum shorts, the younger lady intermittently concealed her laps with the loose ends of the shawl which dangled over her shoulders.
‘Lolade, those girls over there are on the same mission with you,’ the older lady pointed at a handful of other skimpy clad ladies strolling in and out of a three storey building beaming with different shades of light.
‘Remember the lessons which I have taught you and act accordingly. No stories…’ she paused as her attention rested on the shawl on the younger lady. she yanked it off her and tossed it away.
‘There is no time to play the role of the Virgin Mary. You are here for a serious business. And don’t come back to me tomorrow without my share of the booty. Do I make myself clear?’
She nodded and watched in fright as her boss left her in the lion’s den.
Confusion mingled with regret welled over her and as she pondered on the repercussion of rebellion, an SUV pulled in front of her.
‘Hello girl,’ a middle-aged man wound down the glass.
‘Good evening sir,’ she curtsied fiddling with the tip of one of her long braids.
‘Good evening my fair lady,’ the man licked his tongue while taking in her vital statistics. ‘What is your price…?’

She jerked from her reverie the moment her door creaked open. The clacking of a high-heeled shoe followed suit.
‘Who run the world? Girls girls…’ her loquacious flatmate sang as she glided her way into the room.
What’s with this horrified look, Lolade?’
I’m calling it quits Monica,’ she sniffed in between sobs. ‘I’m quitting this shameful profession.’
‘Just like that?’ the furrow on the bewildered lady’s brow deepened, ‘are you going to forfeit all the juicy offers?’
‘Or rather, the wasted years I had lived?’ the repentant lady mocked. ‘Monica, Jesus loves me and it wouldn’t be fair if I continued living  by trading my dignity for money.’
‘Have you counted the cost?’ Monica shook her head in pity, ‘we’ve both come a long way. Think about this dumb decision carefully. Lolade, this is where you belong. No one cares for you out there…’

COMMENTATOR: But Jesus cares, He is ‘A friend that sticks closer than a brother.’ (Proverbs 18:24)
‘Anyone that comes to Him, He will in no wise cast out.’ (John 6:37)
Listen to his invite:
“Come now, and let us reason together,”
Says the LORD,
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
They shall be as white as snow;
Though they are red like crimson,
They shall be as wool.
If you are WILLING and OBEDIENT, you shall eat the good of the land. (Isaiah 1:18-19)



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