How I met the Lover of my Soul
Sixteen years ago, I see life as a huge play act. Everyone has their own role and I have a big role to play because I always find myself at the center of the play. I was afraid to commit a mistake because I feel like I will ruin the play. I was not an addict, I have no family problems, in fact my parents and siblings are the most loving creatures on earth. But back then, I was LONELY. At 15 years old, I was insecure like most teenage girls are. I was at the top of my class, I have different admirers and people seem to like me everywhere I go. I would organize parties as a student council head and want to see my friends and my school having fun. But at the end of the day, inside my room, I would cry. I still remember the very words I asked God, “I want to be happy”. At that time, God must have heard my sincere though brief prayer. The camp which ran for 5 days washed my selfishness, my thoughts about life. I stopped cursing for 5 days and after the camp, going back to campus, I was