This wingless angel with a wicked voice was lifting me high above my cloudy day that blessed July.

As I stood a mere three rows in front of her alter - amongst my fellow joyful worshippers - I heard her sing as though a new song, "Ain't nobody love me better than you". At that very moment, I openly confessed my enduring love for her too.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, if I were in possession of such a strong- majestic voice! None but she can make grown men bow at the knee; with her beauty and flowing black hair. She was put on this earth to openly declare the truth, namely that; "I'm every woman". No other could make so many agree.

When her concert had reached its finale, musicians and backing-singers alike, stepped away from their makes - transfixed by her aura and sheer presence. In teenage excitement I screamed out her name, "Chaka"!

If at first I had doubted the vision, what happened next was not held in derision by onlookers - who later testified to witnessing the scene. I had raised both my hands way up over my head and watched, as Ms Khan walked close to the edge of the stage, stretching her hands out to clasp mine.

Intoxicated and sanctified was I, as though I had downed a barrel of sacramental wine. And then within the blink of an eye, I felt electricity run through my viens warming my blood. She touched me! Chaka had re-charged my dead batteries. That night, I swear I received powerful healing.

Still locked within her dove-tailed grip, I gazed into her eyes; thanking her from quivering lips but thanking God also, for his grace in allowing me to exist.