Why Ruth?

It was the early morning of Sunday; about 7 am was scheduled for an appointment with few of the ministers in our local church in Agege, Lagos, a rural area mostly Muslims with a strong bound of sister-brotherhood. Still lying on my bed, slothfully twisting my fingers with a pretentious glimpse of being composed - but right inside me are thoughts of Ruth who I had met earlier that week. What keeps my heart thinking about her is still a fiction I'm trying to draw into reality. Her thought gives me goosebumps and meltdown deep inside, imaging her smiles gets me going gaga on the street. Ruth told me a few days ago she would be in the church to see Mummy G.O. I could not be happy less recollecting this healing words from a queen like Ruth. Its 8 am. "Ohh no!" said me, taking sight of the wall clock. I knew it was time to get set for the day. Meanwhile, meeting Ruth Again could be a dream come true, my only priority for the day. It becomes more intense, feeling so strong. I got into the bathroom to take my bath to prepare for the day... to be continued.