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COMFORT



She refused to be comforted. She wailed with as much gusto as she could muster. Throwing books, paper, biro and even the table itself all over the place.
"Maam can you be calm please." The counsellor pleaded but Maria refused to be calm.
 She was yet through another relationship that had turned abusive again. She felt she was cursed. In a bid to narrate her story, she lost it and began to tear apart everything in her way.
 Miss Sherly Counter had seen a whole lot of worse cases but none as terrible as this. Maria was going through a lot of pain she thought. How could she be of help? This is more difficult than she could imagine.
 "Maria, will you let me help?"
"Leave me alone!" Maria screamed.
"I should leave you alone?" Sherly resounded. "Then what are you doing in my office then? You probably should go display your madness elsewhere" Sherly angrily blurted out too quickly before realising she can't take it back.
 Strangely Maria became calm.
"Is there something wrong with me?" Maria asked with a croaky voice caused by incessant sobbing and wailing.
"No, you are perfectly okay" Sherly replied.
"Then why all these, why can't I find someone who loves me for me, cherish me, values me and will be stronng for me in my weakness."
"Erm that I can't tell dear. You are very valuable but these persons are yet to understand that" Sherly replied as she reached her hand for Maria's who withdrew.
 "Understand what? What's there to understand. I am good to everyone that comes my way, they always have a good story to tell, but then they leave me hanging and drained."
 Sherly was simply confused at this point. Maria was a very beautiful lady. Smooth chocolate skin, black silky hair, a face that seems almost perfect, big eyes, small nose which Sherly thought were a bit too small, round full lips, tall, slender, round bossom, wide hips, she definently is perfect, Sherly concluded in her thoughts.
 Beauty is vain, Maria was also a lady of beautiful character, why did she meet the wrong people. What can be done? A rush of thoughts flooded Sherly's mind then suddenly there sprung up an idea.
 "Maria, stop sobbing, I know who can be of help to you"
"Who?" Maria asked with a faint glow of hope.
"Have you met Jesus?"
"Jesus? Who's that? The Mayor?"
"You find satisfaction, fufillment in man, but man being imperfect cannot give you these. Maria your true worth is in Christ Jesus. He can give you all you need, security, satisfaction, fufillment. He's a great lover, he never gets tired of loving"
"There exist someone like that?" Maria asked
"Yes dear, people treat you based on what they have and what they know...
  Suddenly, Maria's smooth face seemed to brighten up. She wanted to meet Jesus. There was an aura of hope around her.
 There and then, Maria accepted the life of Jesus in her. What peace and joy that flooded her heart.
 Sherly invited Maria to her church. Sherly felt relieved that it was over, being a counsellor in a town like this was no small job.
 Few minutes after, she got another visitor.
"I feel that in every relationship I've been in, they tend to take advantage of my nice and good nature. She never loves me, she's just after what she can get." Came the deep husky voice.
 Sherly looked up to see the owner of the voice. A young man in his mid twenties just like Maria. It seems the young people of this town have a lot of relationship issues. She sighed in despair.

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