It was raining heavily that evening.

Hello everyone. Welcome to another week with this amazing contest organised by @senehasa. I’d like to take this time to appreciate her and go ahead to share my story with you. It's about the "rain."

I was in camp as a brigader a few years back when wi met Him. It had always been tiring doing almost everything, from chores to road walking, to touring, a brief parade, and a few classes.

We had been there for six days, planning to leave in the morning, for our different companies. I was terrible at making friends then, so I hardly knew anyone, but Mekom who turned out to be the sergeant. Tell you what, she asked to be me friend first.

Before we knew it, there was a heavy downpour, and I was allergic to cold. Thankfully, I had my cardigan wrapped around my waist, so I quickly pulled it off for a proper covering.

Sergeant Mekom was called upon to lead in a session of worship. I had my eyes shut to join them, but suddenly, I heard a scream from somewhere in the hall. I could be so connected and focused when praying , but I was also taught to be very conscious of my environment.

With that, I flung my big eyes open. I found out one of the girls was on the floor, rolling back and forth. Within another two minutes, she laid still. To my surprise, it was Mekom.

The officers were on their toes, the training officers throwing up stuff from the first aid box, while the state commissioner dropped to the floor, crying to God for help.

It was rumored that Christians did not assemble in that part of the town for more than forty-eight hours without losing a life. Since we were already in the one hundred and forty-fourth hour, we'd forgotten about it completely.

Frankly, I couldn’t blink my eyes for minutes. How could I when my only friend was struggling for her life with whatever forces had penetrated our space.

All I could do was call on the name of Jesus. Some cried, some were busy confessing their sins, others were earnestly and fervently praying for Mekom. Just a couple of hours later, the attack was over. One of the officers poured her bottled water on Mekom for resuscitation.

The commissioner bowed her head in worship to God. The officers sang songs, while the girls screamed for joy. I could see the powerful hand of God at work in that community. That’s when I met Him(God).

I went there as a mere brigader, but returned a strong believer in Christ, building an intimate relationship with Him.

It was raining heavily that evening.