Miss Maggi (Part 3)

As I approached home that evening, I started asking the Holy Ghost to share with me about Miss Maggi. The scripture that came up in my mind was that of the Samaritan man who helped the man that was robbed. I knew what He was passing across to me. The LORD wants me to help her. I was puzzled. Maggi does not need help! I am the one that needs help. I quickly counted about three ways I could use the Holy Ghost's help in working with her. You know that few minutes of foolishness where we try to convince the Holy Ghost that we are wiser.

While I was in deep thought concerning this matter, my mum entered my room. My mum is a typical Nigerian Christian mother who does not joke with prayers for her family; especially her children. I have been blessed many times by her prophetic unction that flows from her many hours of intercession. Her drive to seek God herself greatly rubbed on me. She has always told me to stop talking to myself. She considers it a taboo, but it's my own way of meditating. She walked in and asked if something was wrong about my place of work. I didn't want to give her anything to worry about, so I told her that everything is going on well. She took a deep breathe and said 'well, whatever, the LORD wants you to do in that place, make sure you do it on time'.

My resistance was broken. Her word to me was a clear word of knowledge. The verdict of the LORD is clear. It's left for me to choose which side I want to be. I wondered how the LORD arranges things. I needed a job, He needed a person to help Maggi. Just the same way the arrangement of Hannah's request and Israel's need for a prophet matched in Samuel. 'So, Dear LORD, now that You have set me up, how do I help Maggi? What sort of help does Maggi needs?' No reply! Wow! Great!

I had forgotten about helping Miss Maggi until I was dressing up for work the following day. As I was dressing, I heard the LORD say 'use a red tie'. Dear LORD, please, don't cross that line. You saw her reaction to a red cup. She almost injured me with the cup and she has made it clear that she doesn't like red. Why would I trigger the very thing that infuriates her?' 'Use a red tie.' I sank into my bed. 'Dear LORD, she will kill me today.' I kept the tie in my pocket as I moved to work. I found a place to knot the tie before entering the premises. Someone pulled me aside and asked if I am insane, I said no. Another person offered to exchange his tie with mine, but I declined.

I resume before Miss Maggi comes in so that I can arrange her schedule for the day. When she walked in, I welcomed her and followed her to her seat reading her schedule to her like I usually do. She sat down before looking at me for the first time. 'Coke, are you mad?' I knew it. I'm in hot soup.