Bukola Disu went back to her washing while thinking seriously about if she really wanted to make a decision to give her all to this man called Jesus Christ! She realised it could not be worse than what she imagined it to be. What she experienced at the Adelekes was quite the opposite: they took her in like their biological daughter even though they had never met anyone from her family and obviously they did not care about what her past must have been like. How much more, a God that could send His only Son just because of her and the world that did not acknowledge Him. She already thought she had the best and wanted to be a true part of this best by been able to ‘give’ love and not just ‘receive’ love. She wanted it right now, without any delay; just as she was about to rush in again she remembered her Sunday school teacher had taught them to pray. She closed her eyes right there and clasped her hands saying out loud, Dear God, it is me Bukola Disu from a small part of Share town. I have heard so much about you and have seen your love show through those I live with especially ‘Mummy’, Mrs Adeleke. I want to know you like they know you and I also want to be able to give and receive love. I know now that Jesus Christ your son came to die for me and everyone and he also rose again to give me life on and on. I confess that you….hmmmm…you can take the whole of me and I will obey you every day of my life, in Jesus name, Amen.
While Bukola tried to find the right word for Lord, Mrs Adeleke had stepped out to check on her but stayed back as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. It was indeed an unforgettable sight; the Lord was worthy to be praised! As Bukola said Amen, she stepped forward to hug her again.