"If I had finished my assignment before I received that heartbreaking call, I would not be this bothered. Now, I can't complete the assignment. Problem upon problem!" I let him know.

"Sister" He called.
"What!" I shouted at him.

"Sorry, I misunderstood your words but if you don't mind there's this handsome man in my church. If you see Him and gets to know Him, you'll automatically forget about this heart breaker" He said and scribbled some words at the back of the flyer he wanted to give me.

"What makes you think this one I talked about is not handsome? Tell me." I demanded.

"Just make it a date with this handsome man on Sunday and you'll understand what I just said" He said and left.

"Well, a date with an handsome man on Sunday wouldn't hurt. Would it?" I asked myself as I glanced through the address on the flyer and eventually flipped to its back to read what he scribbled.
'Jesus loves you' It read.

"Does he think I do not know this?" I threw the question to the air. Surprisingly, I felt coolness in my brain region and I was eventually able to solve the question...

I got dressed on Sunday like someone who was really going on a date. I followed the directions on the flyer and flagged a bike to the church.

On getting to the church, service had began already. I joined the congregation by sitting at the available seat at the back. After sitting, I scanned through the church auditorium in search of a particular face before I listened to what the pastor says. I finally spotted him at a stand behind the chorister. 'He is a keyboardist!' I waved at him but he seems too concentrated on the keys.

I listened absent-mindedly to the pastor but this statement of his got me; "Jesus loves you. He is the only lover that never breaks heart for Jesus does not serve 'breakfast' He said.

I was shocked to hear him say 'Jesus does not serve breakfast'
"So, pastor too knows about this term or is it a slang?" I asked myself.

As the sermon continues, I scanned through the faces of every man my eyes could reach from where I sat in hope to find the handsome man I was told about.

To my confusion, almost all the men seated seemed handsome to me. Perhaps it's my eyes or my own understanding of handsomeness. To avoid further confusion on whom it could be, I waited patiently for the service to be over so I can ask the keyboardist.

"Hello sister, I'm so glad you came" Said the keyboardist after the service was over.
"Why won't I when you promised to introduce me to an handsome man?" I replied rather questioningly.
"Please take me to him now" I added.
"Follow me please sister" He gestured.

I followed him with all smiles but the smile disappeared when he brought me to face the altar.
"The altar?" I was baffled.

I wouldn't have been this confused if at least there was someone sitting or standing at the altar but no one was there.
Infact, the church auditorium had become silent as majority of the congregation have gone home.
Only a few with some ministers of God were left behind and none was at the altar.

"Where is he?" I inquired.
"He is here. As a matter of fact, He is everywhere. Sister, do you know MTN's motor; 'Everywhere you go'
Yes! He's everywhere you go" He rambled non-stop.

"I can't see anyone now!" I exclaimed as my confusion skyrocketed.
"You can't see Him but He's right here and the best way to connect to Him is to go on your knees; tell Him your needs; your troubles! pour out your heart to Him. He will answer because He's the lover that does not fails; He loves us to the extent of not breaking our hearts; He answers our prayers" He expantiated.

"Michael!" He was called by the choir mistress and this deprived me of lashing at him.
"Sister, I have to go. I know you're angry at me but I want you to make this date with Him a success so He can forever live in and with you" He added and stormed off.

Reality dawned on me that I've come to have a date with Jesus. I looked at my dressing and I was embarrassed; I do not dressed like someone who had come to meet Jesus. I was tempted to leave, I thought I could not talk to Jesus with the way I dressed but then an unknown force forced me on my knees and I began to pray.

I felt like a heavy mountain was lifted off my mind after the prayer and since then, it has been testimonies upon testimonies for me; I no longer have an ex. The last 'breakfast' I ate was the last I experienced. For with Jesus, there's nothing like heartbreak;

He provided for me, a man that does not serve 'breakfast' like Him for 'as He is, so are we.'

PS: BREAKFAST as used here means HEARTBREAK which is a common slang among youths nowadays.

© Merci A. Mujidat