The Counsellor

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I am a counsellor.

I help people sort out their emotional garbage.
Many of my clients are happy after our sessions, and they think that I’m a perfect gentle man with no problems in the world.

Until Temisan.
She came as one in need of counsel, but along the line, the tables turned when she stepped into my heart and discoverered a pile of rubble. So, I had struggles too.

But she didnt scamper as I expected. She spring-cleaned and dwelt there.
Now, as I look into her eyes, the minister’s voice fading away, all I can see is love.

It was her gentle tap that brought me back to Church.

“It’s your turn, darling.”

Cheers,
Toluwanimi
#flashfiction

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