The streets of Lagos were alive with music and light that night. The youth department of Molding Destinies Church, led by Richard, had taken their praise outreach to the open streets.
The sound of drums, guitars, and joyful singing filled the air, drawing curious faces from nearby shops and houses. Some clapped along, some watched quietly, while others simply passed by.
Richard’s heart overflowed with gratitude as he led the team in worship. The night felt special, different somehow. After several hours, his voice grew hoarse, and his throat dry. He stepped aside for a moment to get a bottle of water from a small shop nearby.
As he walked down the dimly lit street, he heard laughter from a corner. A young woman stood by a parked car, adjusting her hair and checking her reflection on her phone screen. Her perfume filled the air before her eyes even met his.
“Hello,” Richard said gently.
Susan turned, her face bright with her usual confidence. She saw a tall, well-dressed man smiling at her and instantly assumed he was another client. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she strutted towards him, her heels clicking softly on the pavement.
But the moment she reached him, something froze inside her. Those eyes, calm, kind, and piercing, she had seen them before. Her smile faded slowly as memory rushed in.
“You…” she whispered, her voice almost lost in the night air.
Richard nodded, a quiet smile on his face. “Susan,” he said softly, as though her name was a prayer he had waited to say aloud.
In that brief silence, the sound of praise echoed faintly from a distance, wrapping the moment in a strange mix of grace and destiny.
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