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I was now in the second year of Bible school. There were other spiritual formation activities going on besides lectures. There were morning devotions, evening prayer meetings and midweek church services. On Sundays, we were assigned churches within the Accra metropolis to continue our practical attachments. My chief aim is to graduate with distinction therefore I took my academic work very serious over and above all other activities. I was not a regular attendee of morning devotions and evening prayer meetings but will definitely come to lead when it is my turn on the roster. Sometimes I go to town to watch live football matches of my favourite European leagues. I was still involved in sports gambling. When I was done studying late into the night, I entertained myself by watching pornographic pictures and clips via the internet on my laptop computer, the school had a wireless network available to both students and lecturers for research and easy information circulation. For me, life was normal. I had colleague student-pastors who sometimes tried to get me involved in extra-curricula activities but I will usually assure them without commitment. They became used to my antics and left me alone.   

The school posted me to one of the Charismatic churches called ‘True Faith International Ministries’ ‘TFIM’ where I fellowship and had my practical attachment on Sundays. Our official attire as pastor trainees was a black suit and white shirt with flying tie and black trousers with black shoes. I had no doubt I always looked elegant in my official attire. I sensed the admiration on the face of the ladies when I step into the church auditorium. Indeed, I do my best to impress them with my looks; I was the prince charming anytime I came around. I carried myself with certain awe and class but showed respect and honour to the head pastor, Pastor Donkor. Some of the ladies were trying every means possible to get my attention by lavishing all sorts of gifts on me. I saw it as a nice opportunity to amass some goodies for myself. Some of these ladies were top executives of their respective places of work and it was obvious they wanted to marry a man of God. There was one who worked at MTN, another was at Barclays Bank and another was at Ghana Brewery as one of their top marketers.  

I had their numbers and met them separately at my own convenience. They all had their private cars and each would opt to alight me on campus after church service. There are times that I had a difficult time choosing which one of them would take me home.  Since I started my practical attachment in their church, I would get free call credits and bundles for internet from Shila, the one who works at MTN. On a number of occasions Benedicta, the banker would give me white envelopes which were full of new Ghana cedi notes. If you see packs of drinks in my room at school, it was kind courtesy of Abigail, the executive marketer at Ghana Brewery.  Conversely, my colleague pastor trainees were amazed at the level of grace upon my life and would jokingly ask me to connect them to some of my ladies. I would respond by bragging about my stature and smartness and explain to them that I am the ladies’ man.  

Personally, the ladies who were pouring gifts on me were not physically attractive to me. It seemed the village girls were more beautiful but poor and the city girls were rich but aesthetically challenged.  Shila was older than me but she was not aware, on the other hand, Benedicta was short and did not fall into my definition of average height and Abigail, though she was tall did not carry other features of true busty and hippy African beauty.  When my time with their church came to an end, I met with each one of them at separate venues and told them, I was waiting upon the Lord and would not marry anytime soon. This news came as shock to each one of them but was taken in good faith. Truth to be told, they were truly nice and desperate but I just could not compromise my taste when it comes to choosing a lady for a wife especially when the physical qualities I desire are well inscribed in my mind. 

Occasionally, I receive visitors from my church who bring me a lot of foodstuffs and toiletries. Pastor Derick and his wife would sometimes visit me with parcels. I was well pampered and taken care of. I was not the stingy type of person, I freely gave to my colleagues who were going through financial challenges and as result were unable to fend for themselves properly. There were times that I had food items and provisions in excess. My siblings would come for some for the consumption of the family back at home. Life was indeed good. My second year ended and I still topped the class and my lecturers were fond of me.