TWO WEEKS FINAL EPISODE

Mike was discharged from the hospital and Posh begun serving her six months public service term as punishment for her offense against Mike.
Gregory and Miley begun making preparations for their wedding and the Faith band’s CD was out.

A couple of days after Salvation song was released to the public, the dean of students, along with the student government council, called together the Faith band in their office, and organized with them to officially launch Salvation debut in the Ortegun campus so as to promote the song.
So, when the day came, the whole campus filled the open square in front of the fountain.
Banners of the band in yellow and white colors, surrounded the campus, advertising the event and the song. The class 100 members had volunteered to be agents of the Faith band and sell the Salvation CDs.
They sold more than 1000 copies in 2 hours alone, even before the band walked to the stage to sing.
Vicky was very excited as she climbed up the stage with the rest of the band, wearing white T-shirts with bright yellow bolded words of Faith at the front.
The record company crew was with them and they wore the company shirts, checking the instruments and mikes on the stage.
The people cheered when the Faith band took their positions. The band smiled, waving at the multitude that appeared like ants, spreading all over the campus lane.

The producer saw Kyle behind the brass and asked if he was alright.
“Set.” Kyle replied.
“Your friend was right," the producer said, loudly for the noise that the spectators made on the ground.
“Yes. This really is a hit song.”Kyle agreed.
“Jesus, hits.” The producer admitted. “You should write Gospel songs, always.”
Kyle laughed and nodded.
The producer abandoned the stage and Kyle looked at the others to see their condition.
There was no one behind the Keyboard.
“We're gonna have to do without.” Fred, who seemed to notice Kyle’s worry, called to him from the drums.
Kyle nodded sadly. “But, I texted him.”
“Do you think, he’d come?” Deborah asked, turning to the guys from the front.
“Let us hope so.” Another guy, Kendal replied from another mic.
Vicky looked at her friends and sighed. She realized who they were talking about.
“It’s alright. Intro, Vicky?” Kyle said.
Vicky turned to the crowd and gave them a bright smile before beginning. “Thank you all for your coming.”
“YEAAH!” The crowd shimmered.
Vicky laughed a little. “The Faith band is highly encouraged by your presence. We are so honored to have you all here and support us, pushing the Gospel of Jesus forward,” she added.
People just cried, “Faith! Faith! Faith!”
She smiled looking around the heavily flocked field. “We hope that, this song would touch and transform you. Because, there is no Salvation in anyone else except in Jesus who loved us so much, enough to die for us.”
There were mild reactions. Probably not all the crowd were convinced.
As Vicky looked around, by chance, she caught sight of Wayne.
She became puzzled to see him again after the while that he was away.
He made his way through the crowd, wearing a white shirt and dark trousers.
He begun taking the stairs at Vicky’s left side, to the stage where, the rest of the band was.
Vicky had a lot of questions in her mind at that time. Wayne was back, when did he get back? Did he know that they would have the launch of the Salvation song?
The rest of the band smiled, feeling happy to have him again.
The crowd cheered.
The crew shrugged and were amazed until someone from campus tipped them that the ununiformed man approaching the soloist on the stage, was the Keyboardist.
Vicky was happy but, her joy was replaced with worry, when she could recognize the sadness expressed on Wayne’s face.
More than that, other than the keyboard, he followed her.
Vicky swallowed and reckoned, “Wayne," when he drew closer to her.
She drew back a few steps and he didn’t look at her rather than, at the mike stand, taking hold of it.
Tears flowed from his eyes and the crowd became silent, surprised at the turn of events.
Wayne sighed first, shutting his eyes and collecting himself to say to the quiet field. “My, my mother was sick.” He said and his voice shimmered through the huge speakers that were on the opposite sides of the stage.
He opened his eyes again and glanced at the confused crowd. Most were wondering why he had to say that and some, felt sorry.
“She had cancer.” He added.
There were many gasps.
Victoria gulped. She begun to feel bad, thinking that Wayne’s mother, died.
Kyle, and the rest of class 100 were shocked.
The producer and his crew were concerned with why the newcomer had to say that. And if, he was confused. 
“This Jesus who, we are preaching,” Wayne went on, disregarding their reaction. “He healed my mother.”
There were more gasps of joy.
Vicky broke into a huge smile, beaming at Wayne who stood just a few feet from her.
“I was a waste until a couple of weeks ago.” Wayne went on, as though, he didn’t notice the elation on people’s faces. “When I received Jesus Christ, my life changed. He gave up to me what he gives to all who turn to him; the free gift of love, the free gift of healing, the free gift of peace.” He said and there were many nods.
Many people who did not believe in Jesus in the compound, were touched to accept him then.
“There is Salvation in no one else,” Wayne said. “Except Jesus Christ who died for us.” He concluded and turned to Vicky, grinning at her.
Vicky smiled and though she wouldn’t, she gave him a hug.
“Thank you Vicky,” he said before they parted.
“Glory to God.” She replied.
The crowd cheered and once again, Vicky took the mic and Wayne assumed his position behind the keyboard, greeting his friends with light hugs and arm shakes as he did.
“Amen. Thank you Jesus for healing Wayne’s mom.” Vicky said. “God is able to heal. He is able to save you. It doesn’t matter who you appear to be now. God has a purpose for you and he is able to heal you.”
“Amen!” The crowd roared. They were all convinced.
“Thank you.” Vicky said and the beats begun playing.
The song rouse a great reaction from the spectators. It became more spiritual and touching to them then.
Some people who had gone to be part of the event, were healed and they confessed Jesus as the savior of their lives.
The band sold more than 10000 copies to the approximately 14000 students and teachers who came to the launching.
They also had many viewers online and soon, the song begun to sell in Africa because of Vicky’s nationality.
Soon, what begun from an evening contention about producing a gospel song, became the most popular hit song in America, being played in Gospel and non-religious radio stations.
The record company made a lot of money, and so did the artists.
Soon, they shot the video and made concerts in West-Virginia, Texas and Europe, getting the chance to sing in front of the nobles.
Vicky already purchased her laptop, phone, bought her real-estate and a car.
She was ever thankful to God for transforming her life and indeed, it was transformed completely.
Sasha was healed and she could conclude her studies and become a doctor.
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Now, Two weeks.
Can a man encounter God and his life not change?
Why don’t you answer that yourself by trying it out?
Accept Jesus Christ as the savior of your life by following this prayer sincerely from your heart.
Dear Lord,
Thank you for giving me your message of Salvation.
I am willing to accept Jesus today as the savior of my life.
You died for me and took all my sins.
Please transform my life and help me live it toward you.
Please lead me to notice the important things in my life.
Thank you Jesus. Amen.

After you’ve said this prayer, know that you are saved. Just read the Bible.
You can start from the book of John.
Or begin from Genesis.
I will leave you with one word from Hebrews 4:12

“For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and spirit, of joints and marrow; and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.”

More to come…

Can you guess what happened with Annie Earl?
How about Gregory and Miley?
And Wayne?
Chris?
Mike, Posh?
Oh and Vicky?
Emeka?

The story doesn’t end here.
There’s more to come so please, stay tuned for the next part of this book, titled.

“27 YEARS” Can a man remain with God even after being rich?

STAY BLESSED in Jesus’ name. Amen.

                                                             
End

TWO WEEKS - EPISODE 3

“This shall be your apartment.” Linda announced to Vicky, opening a door of a room in the sixth floor of a large dormitory building in the University compound.
The room that they walked into was large and had two joined rooms. One was the living room with red seats, surrounding a low coffee table with a neon lamp on top of it; and the other was a dining room with four metal chairs around a metal table. There was a refrigerator behind the seats and a kitchen place with a counter, oven and microwave.
There was another exit to a corridor leading to inner rooms of the apartment.
Vicky looked around, feeling very excited. “Just like in the movies.” She said to Linda.
Linda laughed. “Yeah. You must be so happy,” She reckoned.
“More than ever. I can’t wait to take pictures and send them to my mom.” She walked to the red sofas and touched the leather of one of them. “This is so original.”
“Yes. And you will be sharing the living room and kitchen with another person.”
Vicky raised her eyebrows in surprise but, not wanting to appear selfish, nodded quickly. “Yes. Where is she?”
“Maybe sleeping in her room. She is my daughter so, you will be in safe hands.” Linda said proudly.
Vicky smiled. “That is good. She must be as kind as you.”
Linda grinned. “I hope so. Anyway, take the corridor, all the rooms in there are yours. Your mate lives next door but, her apartment has had a kitchen problem for a while and she kinda got used to this.”
Vicky nodded silently.
“Her name is Annie.” Linda added.
“Nice name.” Vicky commented and glanced at the front door beside which, her bags were. “So, do I have to leave the doors open?”
Linda laughed a little. “No. That way, someone could invade you. She has her own keys and don’t worry, she won’t appear here until tomorrow.”
“Okay. Please tell me what time I should be ready tomorrow?”
“7. Is that too early for you?”
Vicky laughed at that. “Absolutely not.”
Linda gave her a nod. “I like your English.”
Vicky grinned. “Thanks.”
“Well. Good night.”
“Same with you Linda.”
The lady smiled at her and left.
Immediately, Vicky dropped on the sofa and sighed with relief. “Oh. My God thank you! I’m in America!”
She stared at the lights on the roof hanging above her head and smiled at them. “So, original.” She exhaled and lowered her head to a stand next to the sofa. There was a telephone on it. “When I know to work this, I’ll call my mom.” She planned and rose to pick her luggage from the front door.
She began pulling it to the corridor, just when the door was pushed open behind her.
Vicky turned around quickly and paused, staring at a rather strange spectacle.

A girl with red hair walked in, wearing a short purple dress. She wore a grey sweater on top of the dress and had black platforms on her feet.
She held the door back from a guy, who was wearing a black hood sweater and blue jeans trousers.
“Stop nagging me Wayne!” the girl shouted at the guy. “Get out of my place or else, I am going to call security on you!”
“Oh. I’m scared.” The guy replied sarcastically and laughed, forcing his hands around him.
“Kiss her Kiss her Kiss her.” Some people chorused behind the door.
Vicky remained standing at the corridor way, watching the scene without knowing how to act.
Wayne was the first person to spot the new black girl wearing a traditional knee-length dress with long gold braids on her head, carrying a suitcase and staring at them from the corridor way.
“Heey?” He called, releasing the girl and causing her to turn around to Vicky. “You didn’t tell me that, we’ll be having guests.”
The girl walked away from him just at the time when the people behind the door, made their way in and stared at the new girl.
“Hallo.” Vicky helplessly greeted.
Some guys behind Wayne laughed.
“What’s that?” one of them asked, pointing rudely at Vicky’s dress.
Vicky felt her mom-made khanga for going to America.
“Oh hi.” The first girl greeted kindly. “Are you my new mate?”
“And a fat one.” Somebody else added.
Vicky turned to her. She had already learned to neglect people’s comments back in Bongo. “Yes. Are you, Annie?”
Annie nodded and turned back to Wayne. “Please, leave my place. I want to go to sleep. Now!"
“Wait a minute, Annie,” Wayne replied and turned to the new girl “What’s your name?”he asked her.
“Vicky.” She replied, a bit protectively.
“Where do you come from?” he asked again.
“Tanzania, East Africa.”
“Are you a transfer student?”
“Freshman.” She replied.
“So you are beginning first year at Ortegun?” Wayne asked.
“Wayne. Why are you even asking her all that?” the yellow haired guy posed. 
“Don’t listen to him, Vicky.” Annie said to Vicky, walking across the living room towards her “He’s drunk.”She added.
Vicky was silent, quite embarrassed to be in that position.
“Heey. Why are you saying that? I just want to welcome the new girl to the hood, that’s all.” Wayne defended.
Annie sided with Vicky. “She is not going to join any hood. Am I right, Vicky?” She said and before Vicky had the chance to comment, Annie added, discrediting Wayne and his gang. “They are a bunch of delinquents and you seem like a sweet modest girl. Do you know what I mean?”
“All girls end up like us by the end of two weeks in Ortegun. What would make her any exception?” the girl with the purple hair asked, standing behind Wayne.
Now Vicky decided to take her own stand. “I know what I came here for. My family and my country depend on me. Everyone has a right to choose her own lifestyle in school.” She turned to Annie, “Even you.”
Annie furrowed her eyebrows with confusion. She just said that?
“Creepy.” The yellow haired boy sounded.
Wayne plodded to them. “So, you are telling me that, if I give you two weeks, you won’t change your ideologies of family and ‘Tansania’ stuff and remain as you are?” he asked, coming a foot, in front of Vicky.
She drew back about a few steps. “What on earth could change me?”
Wayne eyed her for her reaction. “We are in New York sweetie.” He replied.
“Yes. It’s cold and beautiful but, that doesn’t affect my beliefs.” She replied, maintaining eye contact.
He narrowed his eyes, awing her confidence.
The rest in the room were silent, watching the scene closely.
“You seem so innocent.” Wayne added. “But, this place isn’t. Have you ever seen a gun before? Up close, on your head? Have you ever seen street fights? Have you ever seen people cursing everywhere and on everything? Have you ever seen people fu-”
“Wayne!” Annie snapped, having had enough of his harm on the incomer.
Vicky gulped but tried to hide her fear. “I know that not everywhere is like that in Ortegun or in New York.”
Wayne still had his eye on Vicky. “So, you suppose to find a sweet spot or something? This shit is the way of life.”
“Well, if there isn’t then, there is a possibility to make one.” Vicky replied.
Wayne was silent, baffled by her responses.
“God changes everything.” Vicky added, looking at all of them.
Wayne drew back. “Two weeks. That’s all I’m giving you. I’ll come back here in two weeks and I swear, I’ll tell you I told you so!”
“I’ll remain unchanged.” She promised him.
He shook his head at her with pity. “This is not ‘Tansania’, babe.” He turned to Annie. “See you around, sweetie.”
“Get out of here!” Annie snapped.
Wayne turned to his gang. “Let’s ditch this joint.”
“I got my eye on you!” the yellow haired boy said to Vicky.
The rest laughed and left the house, with the door swinging open.

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