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Episode 1
My name is Adesewa. I was raised by God-fearing parents who were blessed with six girls. My parents were deacon and
deaconess in a Pentecostal church. I happened to be their third daughter, with three younger ones. I had my HND at Yaba college of technology and was posted to Kwara state for my youth service.
I had given my life to Christ since my secondary school
days, and I used to sing a lot, sometimes I even composed my own song. I joined d church choir when i was just nine years old. After the 3 weeks orientation programme of d NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room in d school compound at d Corp members’ quarters. On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where i could be like worshiping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshiping in d church, I joined the choir.
Fortunately, it was at the time when d choir leader just left the church and there was nobody to coordinate d members..before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in d church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sang or led a song, the whole congregation had a way of murmuring
“Huuuuunnnnn!” with a sigh of satisfaction when they heard my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than I was, so they called me “Aunty” or “Sister Sewa”. One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in d church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments, there was no instrument he couldn’t play. I always felt d presence of God whenever he was on keyboard.
Back to my background
I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who Passed away shortly before i was born. My dad loved his mum So much and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more-so, according to him, I was the mama’s carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything i did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favourite.
When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn’t taking things easy with me at all. She spank me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn’t at home. Sometimes she would lament..”You this spoilt brat!. Your father has spoilt u. See, I will make sure I deal with u before maggots start coming out of your body….” My two elder sisters too, also made life miserable for me, especially,the first born, sister Temi. She would never tolerate any nonsense from me, she took after mummy, but her own was just too much. By the time I was serving, sister Temi and sister Tiwa had got married, but I have been tamed already.
So what happened to me???
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...Episode 2
Bode was the closest to me among all the choir members. I could see in him, a younger brother I never had. My school was not so far to the church, so sometimes after service or choir practice, he would say “Aunty Sewa, I’m coming to your place to eat o”. I would tell him to come, since I really didn’t know how to prepare one man meal, I was always having leftover.
He was only 20 years old then, while I was 24. He was a 200 level student of College of Education, Okene, and a native of Oyan where I was serving. When I first got to the church, his school was on break. Before we could really get to know each other, his break was over, so he went back to school. About a month after he left, I saw him in church one sunday morning.
And then the story of my life changed..
I asked him why he came home so soon, he told me he had not paid his school fees and that his parents were not able to give him the money. I got to know that his dad was an old farmer, and his mum, a petty trader at Oyan market. Money was never my problem, because besides the allowance I was receiving from NYSC, my dad was always sending money into my account without my sisters’ knowledge. He would say he didn’t want me to suffer since I was far from home. So, I asked him d amount he needed. He told me, and I told him to come and meet me in school the next day, so we could go to bank together to withdraw the money. I withdrew almost everything I had in my account, gave him his school fees, transport fare and a token as pocket money, and he was very happy.
His mum came later to show appreciation on behalf of the family and that was what really brought us closer.Whenever he was away in school, he would be sending text messages to me, thanking me for helping him. Sometimes, he would send me message that he went to bed the previous night with an empty stomach, and out of compassion, I would quickly send him any amount I could afford to buy foodstuff, and as usual, he would appreciate me.
Soon, we were on Christmas break. I didn’t want to travel, but my dad insisted I should come to Lagos. After the break, I was supposed to return to Oyan in January. Daddy couldn’t give me enough money as he had spent a lot during the festive season. He expected me to still have some money in my bank account. He was taken aback when he asked me how much I had with me and I answered, “Nothing sir”. “You don’t mean it!. What are you using money for? Are you feeding more than your mouth? What did you do with the money I sent to your account last month?….Hun?.Tell me!.” Mummy and Sis Temi heard him as he was talking to me in annoyance.
Sis Temi came with her husband and daughter to visit our parents. She was busy chatting with mum, when they heard daddy raising his voice. The moment she heard that dad was sending money to me, she said “Da-dd-y!.So you’ve been sending money to Sewa every month!!..I am the first person to go on service in this house and I remember if I didn’t ask you for money, you wouldn’t give me and I will have to give you the details of what I needed the money for, before you would give it.” “And you, (turning to me) what are you spending money on?.Have u bought a plot of land?.Oh!..you want to build a house in Oyan?.Is that not so?” My compassion for Bode which is as a result of my lascivious spending almost led into a fight in my family that fateful day.
But then, was I doing the right thing?
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Episode 3
Daddy did not give me money that day.He was so crossed with me, it was mum that gave me transport fare and a stipend which i managed till January allowance was paid.
Thank God for the foodstuff i took with me from home, i would have learnt a wonderful lesson from “Mr Hunger”(lols)  .
On getting back to Oyan, Bode was still around because there was no money for him to return to school.I told him what i went
through because of him,and even then, i wasn’t sure if my dad would send me money again as usual, so i couldn’t give him
money.
He felt sorry for me,and told me he would source for money elsewhere. I don’t know how he did it,but he went back to
school the following week.
Soon rumor was beginning to spread amidst the choir members that something was going on between i and Bode. Before i knew it, it became the subject matter of every gossip among church members.
One Sunday morning, Pastor Mrs Williams sent somebody to tell me she would like to see me after service. I wasn’t myself throughout the service. I kept thinking “what did i do? Why does she want to see me?….Anyway, i said to myself, if it’s because of Bode, there’s nothing between us, and that is just what i will tell her….Period!.”
I didn’t hear anything in church that day ,i was already devastated by the rumor going on, and this?….
Finally,the service was over. I found myself sitting next to Pastor Mrs Williams on a three seater sofa inside d pastor’s office.
Good afternoon ma.
How are you my dear?.
I’m fine ma!
“I know you might be wondering why i wanted to see you..said
Mrs Williams”.
“Yes ma”. I answered.
She continued….It’s about a rumor going on in the church.
Can you please shed more light on the relationship between you and Bode?.
“Ma, Bode is like a younger brother to me, nothing more.
Believe me ma. I only render assistance to him whenever he’s in
need, and that has even stopped now.” I told her.
Anyways, i’ve denied it on your behalf, i only wanted to confirm
from you, because the very first day i set my eyes on you, i knew you came from a christian home, and i have no doubt in my spirit that you are well trained..but then, i want you to be very careful because there is power in tongues. Don’t give the devil any chance at all, and
don’t trust yourself..if you see or hear a child of God saying “i trust
myself, i can never commit fornication”..then, you have heard
or seen someone at the verge of falling. Remember 1 Cor 10
v.12.
So, please be very careful and the Lord shall help you IJN.
I said “Thank you ma”,and left d office.
As i was going home, i was telling myself “Now, i really need to be very careful….though there was nothing between us really, but how could anybody think i could be dating a boy about the same age with Oyindamola..our second to the last born? not even the one next to me!..Well,i just need to be careful, help me Oh Lord!”.
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Episodes 4 & 5
It was 1st of April, my birthday. Bisi and some of the sisters of NCCF came to my house to help in the cooking. The birthday was fixed for 12pm, since we would be having choir practise by 5pm. We ate, drank and made merry. In fact, it was indeed a memorable occasion.
I really enjoyed myself. Pastor Mrs Williams gave a short exhortation. She titled the message Unique Grace, citing practical examples from her own life experiences. We were all blessed.
Despite the short notice, I was so surprised to see that some people
still came with gifts. The most surprising one was the one sent to me from Bode’s mum. When Bode’s mum gave me the gift, I asked her how she knew because I remembered I didn’t tell her when I saw her in the market the previous day. She said Bode was the one that told her, and she said “no wonder she came to buy many ingredients yesterday!”
She then rushed inside her room and came out with a pack of 4 glass cups. she wished me long life and prosperity”. On hearing this, I automatically fell in love with the woman. I collected it from her with thanks and after the birthday, we went to church for the choir practice.
We ended the practice around 7pm. Everybody left for their houses. Bode was discussing with one of the brothers when I left the church. I got to my room around 7.15pm, the sisters who cleaned the plates and utensils we used for the birthday did a thorough job. They tidied up everywhere, including my room, and set everything in place. I laid on my bed, closed my eyes, thanking God for the day and everyone He used to make the day a lovely one, when I heard a knock on the door. “Who is that?”. I asked as I quickly came out of my thought. “It’s Bode o”. Of course, I could recognise his voice. “Come in, the door is not locked” I answered.
Before he could enter, I quickly got up and sat on the bed, I adjusted my dress and brushed my hair backwards with my right hand. I
wondered why he came back, after all he had been in my house since morning. When he entered, he sat down on a plastic chair in the room. He said his mum told him I came to buy ingredients from her the previous day, and that she loved my simplicity, and all those stuff.
He said some other things, and upon all, I could get that he really didn’t have anything important to discuss with me, he only wanted to see my face again.
When the time was moving to few minutes before 9pm, I told him
to be going, as it was getting too late, more so, his mum had been
calling. Finally, he got up and said “Ok, Sis Sewa, good night”. He came over to where I was, and gave me a very tight and warm
hug. I could sense a feeling from that hug, but I ignored it. Anyways, he left that night. But what was his plan?
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…..Episode 6
Then something happened. Bode lost his dad. It was then I got to know that the old man had more than one wife, as a matter of fact, he had four. One was late already, and Bode’s mum was the last and the only one living with him until he passed away.
Among the children from the other wives, only few of them were educated, others were either bricklayers, drivers, carpenters, tailors or petty traders. It was only Bode’s mum that was struggling to send her children to school. She had three of them for the late farmer.
Bode was the firstborn with two kid sisters who were still in high school. The one next to him was preparing to write WASSCE when their dad passed away. It was announced in the church and we (choir members) decided to go and register our condolence with Bode and other members of the family. On getting there, I was so touched by the way I saw the widows
sitting down on a mat, wearing black attire with bowls before each of them where people who came to sympathise with Them put money.
I said within me “if this kind of a thing should happen in my lifetime, I would NEVER allow my mum to be treated this way. This is humiliation in d highest order..Did these women conspire to kill the man?” Well, we greeted them. I didn’t even know what to say, as I never experienced such before. As the leader, I summoned courage, knelt down beside Bode’s mum and whispered into her ear “God will uphold you ma, He will send help to you from where you least expected. Please, be strong”.
She said “Thank you my child. I really appreciate you”. I gave her an amount of money on behalf of the choir. She accepted it, appreciated us, and we left. When I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking about the woman. “Oh!.She was so young. Why did she marry a polygamist?..a man old enough to be her father” There must be a reason.
Whatever the reason might be, I felt for her. She was such a beautiful young woman!.
“Never!.I can never go for that kind of a man, I will never allow any stupid love to blind-fold me. I can not even marry anybody from that kind of a family, see their house, the moment I stepped into the compound, I could vividly smell poverty. Where would I tell my dad I found that kind of a man?.Me?.I even trust myself..I,m
more than that.”
Then my mind went to what Pastor Mrs Williams told me the day she said she heard a rumour about Bode and me
“Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall. Fall? Fall for where? Falling is only meant for those who don’t stand well. Me, I can’t fall o. I trust myself. I’ve been keeping
myself since and I will continue to keep myself, I’ve determined that no man shall see my nakedness except my husband, and that wont happen until after marriage. That is it!. While talking to myself in this manner, I slept off.
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Episode 7
It was Bode that woke me up the following morning.He told me his dad’s burial had been for the next weekend, and there’s no money. He told me how his dad’s family members started blaming his mum for not giving them adequate information about his dad’s illness before the old man eventually gave up the ghost. All these stories made me love the woman more.
At last, he decided to go. I saw him off to the door, and he suddenly turned back, hugged me and gave me a peck.I came back to the room, and started thinking of how I could help Bode and his mum concerning the burial.The only source I had was my dad,but I wasn’t sure he would even send money again by the end of the month, as I was having a feeling he sent the last one because of my birthday.But then, I wouldn’t be able to wait till the end of the month, to know if he would send money or not, as the burial was fixed for 29th April.
So, then what can I do oooo?.”Oh Yes!..I have an idea. I will call my dad that I need money. But what if he asked what I needed it for, what would I say?..”I will tell him somebody is sick and that the doctor said he needs surgery, but there’s no money, so,I wish I could render any little assistance within my reach…
Can you be of help sir?”.I asked dad! .He said “Who is this sick person?”.”It’s one of d ‘corpers’ sir”…I lied.”Ok. Since it’s something that has to do with life, I will try and send any amount I can between now and tomorrow. My regards to him.We’ll also remember him in our prayers”.”Thank you dad. Love you sir.” I hung up.Then, my conscience pricked megently “You just told a lie!.. How disappointed would your dad be if he finds out!.”I felt bad, but I quickly consoled myself by a thought “what could I have done?. How would he know?.Who will tell him?..he cant know!.”Almost immediately, I was relieved.I expected an alert from d bank throughout that day, all to no avail.kindy hi DAVE on+233271590426 to be added to story headquaters room to read more exciting stories from the group. The following day too, no alert, but on d third day, I received an alert of 50,000 naira.
Wow!. I quickly called Bode after withdrawing the money, to come and meet me at home after school hours, by then, it was just two days to the burial, 7th April .When he got to my room, I said”How much have you been able to get now for the burial?.”He said nothing, that his mum’s sister who promised to send an amount of money last week failed, but just received a message from her that morning that she would send 4,000naira. I opened my bag and gave him the 50,000 naira my dad sent. He opened his mouth and couldn’t shut it. He held me very tightly, kissed me and before we both knew it..
we did it!…
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After the action, Bode started begging me. I could see he actually regretted, but the deed had already been done. I told him to go, I just didn’t want to see him, and he left. I locked the door behind him and started weeping. I wept till my eyeballs turned red and my head began to ache. I was confused, I didn’t know what to do, I was just weeping. I couldn’t even pray, I never thought I could do such a thing. i thought I was strong enough to stand. Oh my God!…How wrong I was!!.
D next day was Friday, I couldn’t go to school. I had headache, so I called my HOD to inform her I would be absent. She promised to tell the Principal land wished me quick recovery.I couldn’t attend d burial nor choir practice on Saturday, I just locked myself up in my room and was weeping from time to time. On Sunday, I was unusually absent from church. Some choir members came to check on me after service. They met me under my blanket, shivering. Now I had developed emergency fever. One of them quickly called Pastor Williams who rushed down to my place with his wife.They took me to the health centre. I was treated on malaria, given some drugs and injection,and was told to come on Monday and Tuesday to complete d injection. The Williams brought me back home and asked if I wouldn’t mind to go with them to their place, so I wouldn’t be the only one at home, I declined.
So, they left after praying for me.I slept off and woke up late in the night.Now I felt like eating something. I looked at my phone, it was 11.17 pm.I got up, ate bread with fruit juice and went back to bed.I couldn’t sleep. I was turning from right to left, left to right on the bed. Again, I remembered “Let him that thinketh he standeth take heed, lest he fall” I started weeping again. I thought I was standing, now I have fallen. I so much trusted myself, I was so careless.I opened my mouth n began to pray “Lord, Forgive me….have mercy on me….”I didn’t even know when I slept off. When I woke up, I knew I had a dream in which I saw Pastor Mrs Williams talking to me, but I couldn’t remember a single word out of everything she said. As I was trying to recollect what she was telling me in the dream, I heard a gentle voice in my spirit “Go and open up to her”….”Ahhhh!.How on earth would I be able to dothat? I cant Lord!.I cant!!.”.I didn’t hear the voice again, at least at that moment. The next thing I heard was a knock on my door.”Who is that?”..I spoke softly.I didn’t hear any response from the other end.I moved to the door, unlocked it, and opened.Guess who was standing there.
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It was Pastor Mrs William. She was on her way to school that Monday morning as she taught in a primary school at Oyan, but she quickly stopped by at my place to check on me.
She came with a basket containing pepper soup, jollof rice, vegetable soup. She said she didn’t know the one I would love to eat, but I should try and take the pepper soup as it would deal with that malaria fever. She told me to warm them that as I could see she brought them out of the freezer that morning, and couldn’t wait to warm them before leaving the house to prevent her from getting late to school. I collected the basket from her, appreciated her and sat on my plastic chair.
“Can I drop you at the health centre for your injection?, since its
on the same route to my school”.She asked. “I’m not ready yet ma, I will take a bike. Thank you ma”. “It’s a pleasure my dear.
So, how are you feeling now?.”
“I’m better today ma”.I answered.
“Oh!.Thank God. My mind was with you throughout the night. I really couldn’t sleep soundly. I started blaming myself for allowing you to stay here all alone, I should have forced you to come with us yesterday. But, hope you slept well, and…
” I switched off!..I was hearing in my spirit “Open up to her!.Open up to her!!”. Then I heard another voice contrary to that one saying “Dont try it!.You’ll disappoint her. You can see
how she loves and cares for u, she’ll withdraw d gesture..What if….”
Suddenly, I felt Pastor Mrs’ hand on my shoulder.
She tapped me and said “Are u okay?.I’ve called you twice, but you didn’t respond.
What is bothering you? What are you thinking of?.Feel free to share it with me, I’m a mother..”
Before she could finish her sentence, I cut in “Nothing ma”.”Hunhun!.Don’t tell me there’s nothing when Obviously there’s something. That’s a lie, and I don’t expect you to tell one, if you don’t want to share it, just say you don’t want to share it, instead of saying there’s nothing when there’s something.” I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know when I said “Okay ma, I
will tell you later”.
“That’s better my dear. See you later then. Hurry up so you can go for your injection on time. Make sure you eat before you go.” She
said. “Okay ma. Thanks mum.”
She left. I got to the health centre that morning and saw Bisi. She was surprised to see me, and also to hear that I didn’t attend the burial of Bode’s dad. When she asked why I didn’t go, I told her I was sick, but didn’t tell her beyond that.
As I was getting back home, I met Bode coming out of the Corp members’ quarters. I was a bit shy to look at his face, remembering what happened between us. I was no longer free with him. I wish I didn’t see him. He gave me souvenirs of his dad’s burial, and said his mum sent her greetings, and that she promised to come and visit
me as soon as she could go out. I took those things from him and thanked him. Then he said “Sis Sewa, I’m indeed very sorry for what happened last week. It’s the devil. Please, forgive me..”
He wanted to hold my hand, but I didn’t allow him.
I said “It’s fine! It’s fine!! Just go!!!”
But what did he really have in mind about that incidence that transpired between us?
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Episode 10……….
I didnt attend choir practise on saturday nor church service on Sunday because i didn’t want to see Mrs Williams. I’ve made up my mind not to tell her anything and i knew she would ask me if she set her eyes on me.
I didn’t know i was only adding more petrol to a burning fire. Some choir members came again after service to check on me, thinking i haven’t recovered fully or not strong enough to attend service.Of course when i saw them,i pretended to be weak still.
Bode came later in d evening when everybody had left.
He said “I knew you didn’t come to church today because of me, not
because of your health. U refuse to forgive me despite my pleas. I
told u its d work of d devil, please let’s be doing as we use to
do before..pls now”..He began to weep.
I was moved with passion when i saw him weeping.I went to him, gave him a gentle pat on d back, and said “Dt’s okay. Stop crying.It wasnt only your fault, but mine too.We both need to ask God for forgiveness and make sure it doesn’t happen ever again….”
Before i could finish my sentence, he got up, held me and began to kiss me. Every attempt to rescue myself out of his hand failed.At a time,i surrendered, and again….It happened!
Before i could put myself together,Bode dressed up and ran out of my room.
I started weeping.
“Lord, i’ve done it again. I disobeyed U. I didn’t yield to d voice of d Holyspirit. What will i do now?”.
For days, i was praying and weeping, asking God for forgiveness and what to do, i didn’t hear anything as i heard it earlier.It was so obvious dt something was wrong with me, as i was a shadow of myself. Even my dressing changed,a 60yr old woman would dress better.
Everyone was asking,”what’s wrong with you?. Hope there’s
no problem.Are u still sick?”.
My usual answer was “No problem,all is well”..but within me,i knew nothing was well.
I wasn’t attending mid-week services also. I would prefer to be in my room, and be thinking. D thought dt bothered me most was “Will God ever forgive me?.
If d first one was a mistake, what about ds one?”.
Mrs Williams called me one wednesday evening after having prayer meeting in church.”Sis Sewa,i noticed u were not in church today for d prayer meeting, how are u?.
Are u not
okay yet?”.
“I’m fine ma”.
“Then,why have u been keeping urself away from church?”.
“Nothing ma.”
“U’ve started again.Oh!.Dt reminds me, u promised to tell me something d other day ,will u come and see me tomorrow after school?. I will be waiting for u at d church office.”
“What time ma?”
“Let’s make it 4pm”.
“Ok ma”.
She hung up.
My heart began to beat very fast. I could hear d sound.
What will i say?. Maybe i should just cook up a story..but,what if she knew it’s all lies. Oh my God!..what
mess have i gotten myself into?. How will i get out of ds now?.
As i was pondering over ds,my phone rang.
It was my dad. I picked it.
What did he say?.
We shall see in d next part. grin
Thanks for your patience at all times!
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Episode 11.....
Daddy said he would be celebrating his 60th birthday on 30th of May, and would want me to come and grace d occasion with him and other members of d family.
I promised to come, but after d conversation,i started praying dt i would have gotten over d mood i was before going to Lagos,bcs i didn't want anybody in my family to have an idea of what i was going through.
The next day i had an appointment with my pastor's wife. I decided not to go as i didn't know how to tell her what was wrong with me.
Fortunately for me, she called around 2.30pm to inform me dt we would have to postpone d meeting as she needed to attend to a matter urgently. I was very happy to hear dt.
To avoid people coming to my house again, i decided to attend Sunday service d following week, only to discover dt Bode was absent. I didnt even ask of him as i preferred not to see him, but i overheard someone telling d pastor he had gone back to school.
Immediately after d service, Mrs Williams sent an usher to tell me she was waiting for me at d church office.
When i got there,she asked me what was bothering me.
I was too scared to tell her d truth, so i said "It's family matter ma, my dad and mum are not in good terms,and it's seriously affecting me...."
She said "Are u sure?"
"I said "Yes ma".
"Anyway,if dt is d case, dont let dt affect u. There's no marriage without its own crises. God will be glorified in dt union, it doesn't have to bother u, afterall,u know how to pray, just pray for them,and everything will be well."
Then she paused,and looked at me "Sis Sewa, are u sure ds is what is bothering u?.I'm having a feeling u are not
telling me d truth."
"Dt is it ma."
"Okay.Let's pray."
She prayed with me, and i left.
As i was going home,d Holyspirit came with his rod again. "Hunnnn!.U have just told another lie!!. Dt's another blunder..Go back and confess ur sins."
I refused to go back.
How would i face her to tell her i told a lie, after asking me twice if i was sure i was telling d truth, and i said yes.?.
About a week before my dad's birthday,i fell sick . I was
throwing up, nothing stayed in my tummy, in fact i couldn't
eat.
But i just treated malaria, why ds again?. I said to myself.
I became very weak.
I decided not to call anybody's attention..i was fighting it
alone.
Then, very early one saturday morning, Pastor Mrs came to
my house.I was so surprised to see her.
"What's wrong with u Sis Sewa?".
"Just a bit weak ma".
"Just a bit weak?, when did it start".
"About a week ago ma"
She looked at me closely,and said "No,it cant be.Let me see
ur eye and ur palm"
She checked both.
"U are pregnant!".
"No ma,i'm not, its malaria".
She sat on my bed,and was looking at me.
"I said u are pregnant!. I knew it last sunday when i saw u,but i didn't want to be too fast. Okay,if u are not sure,let's go to d clinic."
"No ma,i'm not pregnant, i'm sure i'm not".
"Now,tell me,what did u do?. Did u sleep with any man?"
I didnt answer.
"Oh my God!.U? Of all people!. I've been using u to counsel to other sisters in church, i saw u as a role model to them...."
She bursted into tears.
I started weeping too.
To be continued in part 12
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Episode 12
I was a bit relieved,at least,after hearing what Mrs Williams said.
“Now, tell me….how did it happen?.” She asked.
I told her everything i could remember without hiding anything intentionally.
Whenever i said something she didn’t understand,she would throw a question to me,and i would answer.
After our discussion, she said “Do u know what?”
I said “No ma”.
She said “I will take you to our house now, go and pick some of your clothes and things u’ll need for the few days which you will be with me.
I agreed! In less than one hour, i found myself sitting in the small, beautiful living room of D Williams.
I was taken to d visitor’s room,where i put my bag.
What am i going to do next now?….I had no idea.
Thank God for d way everything happened, maybe i would have taught of abortion, but now, dt’s out of d way, except i wanted to offend God more.
We didnt meet Pastor Williams at home when we got home, he was away to attend a meeting, so i was told.
He came back around 8pm. He was surprised to see me in their house. I only greeted him, he answered me, and went straight into
their room. His wife followed him immediately, i guess she was going to tell him why he saw me in their house.
About one hour later, they both came out of d room. Pastor Williams was unusually silent, but i could read from his face he didn’t like what he heard..of course, i didn’t expect him to like it.
Then,Pastor Mrs came to my room after dinner and asked
“Sis Sewa, what do u want to do now?”.
“I dont even know ma.”
“Have u informed Bode?”
“No ma. I didnt even know i was pregnant.”
“I learnt he has gone back to school….Send a message to
him to inform him, let’s hear what he will say. Dont let him
know i’m aware about it o”.
“Okay ma.I won’t.”
What was Bode’s response?.
Watch out in d next part.
Hear my story
Episode 13
I sent a message to Bode immediately Mrs Williams left my
room, informing him about d pregnancy. I expected his reply throughout d night,but he didn’t.
D next day was Sunday. I didn’t feel like going to church. I was too ashamed to see anybody’s face, though no one knew about it yet, besides The Williams. I imagined what would happen when d news went viral among church members dt i was carrying Bode’s baby….having denied dt i was in a relationship with him earlier..
Oh my God! How did i find myself in ds mess?.
Then i thought of my dad.
Eeeeh!.My dad!!.
He trusted me so much.
I was his pride,his angel, d apple of his eyes.
How would he take it?.
I have disappointed him.
And my two elder sisters.
None of them had a child before marriage, even Sis Tiwa was still trusting God for d fruit of d womb then, its only Sis Temi dt had a baby girl, expecting d second one.
Oh!..I’ve disappointed many people.
And Bode’s mum?.Wouldn’t she think i lured her son to sleep with me?.Wont she see me as a cheap girl?.
As i thought of these things,tears was flowing freely from my eyes.
Mrs Williams came to tell me to get dressed for service.
I told her i wasn’t feeling like going to church.
She said “okay, its fine. Just make sure u seek d face of God for forgiveness, mercy and d way out.”
I said thank u ma.
They left.
I switched off my phone.
Then i started thinking again and again,weeping and asking God for forgiveness. I also prayed for His mercy and way out, as Mrs Williams instructed me me.
After d prayer, i put on my phone, and almost immediately, Bode’s message came in.
I read d message which went like ds..”I was devastated by your message. I think d only solution is abortion. I thought about it tru out d night n dt i think is d only way out. I’m very sorry for any inconvenience ds might have caused u.”
I threw d phone on d bed.
I said to myself “how i wish it was dt easy.”
As a matter of fact, maybe i would have agreed with him, if ds woman was not involved, but now, i just have to bear d consequences, d shame, reproach, rejection and anything
dt comes from it.
I threw myself on d bed, covered my mouth with a pillow n
screamed into it. JESUS!.JESUS!!..Pls have mercy on me….ds is too much for me.
While doing ds, i heard d Pastor’s car moving into d compound. I quickly got up, wiped my face n pretended to be fine.
Soon Pastor Mrs was in d room.
“How was ur day my dear”.
“I was praying ma”.
“And weeping at d same time”. She said, smiling.
I didnt answer.
I showed her Bode’s message.
She read it n said “i knew it. I knew dt would be his option.”
Then she sat beside me on d bed, hugged me n said “Listen
my darling, there’s nothing new under heaven. Many people
have gone tru ds route before, and many will still go tru it.
I’m sure if not for divine intervention, u could have considered abortion as Bode suggested. But sometimes we offend God while trying not to offend man. Don’t use sin to cover sin. God is d Ultimate. Once He has forgiven u, it doesnt matter if anybody doesn’t.
Now,i will tell u d story of my own life.”
What did she say?
Watchout in the next part……………Thanks for being patience, may God reward you!
HEAR MY STORY……
……..[Episode 14]
MADAM WILLIAMS STORY
I lost my parents when i was very young n went into prostitution when i was in school, sleeping with anything in trouser just to get money n live fine. I aborted many pregnancies, and at a time i just get tired of dt kind of life n decided to opt out of prostitution..but then, unknown to me, i was already carrying a pregnancy which i didnt know who was responsible for it.
For a reason i couldnt really explain, i decided to have d baby.
I had a baby girl, named Temidara n i was taken care of her alone. Since i didnt know who her father was, i gave her a surname, Omoolorun which means a child of God.
When Temi was 2yrs old, i gave my life to Jesus n i was seriously enjoying my new life in Christ.
About a year n half later, i met a man who proposed to me.He was born again n feared d Lord. We got married about six months later,n we had one of d best marriages in d world.
Though, i didnt have a child for him, d man loved me so much despite pressures from his friends n family members to leave me n find another lady, having known my past.
We both continued to serve God with all of our hearts, trusting Him dt one day,He would shut d mouths of our enemies n give us a child.
Then,d unexpected happened. After 7yrs of marriage ,my husband slumped n died in church one sunday morning.
He was d one dt drove us to church dt day, he didnt complain of having any pain earlier.
U wouldnt like to hear what i went tru in d hands of his family members afterwards. I was treated like an animal. Thank God for my pastor n church members dt came to my rescue.I was not allowed to take anything out of d house, not even my own belongings. It took my pastor’s intervention before i could be allowed to take my certificates. They accused me of being responsible for d death of their son.
Months later, i went back to my vomit, i found myself sleeping around with men who were coming to render one assistance or d other.I knew it wasnt good, but i just couldnt help myself.
I prayed n prayed for God to deliver me, but d more i prayed, d more i found myself in it. People in d church were seeing me as a strong woman ,but i knew i was as weak n helpless as a worm.
Then,one day we were having a special programme in church,n a guest minister was invited. As he was ministering,he paused n said “God is telling me, dt dir’s a woman here,who lost her husband sometime ago,n has since been sleeping with men, both married n
single.U know its not good and you’ve been praying about it, if only u can come out now, God wants to deliver u. Everybody close ur
eyes”.
It took me quite some time before i could come out.Infact, it was d Holyspirit dt pushed me out. D man prayed for me, n since dt day i was delivered. Some women picked quarell with me later,suspecting dir husbands were among d men i was sleeping with. How they knew i was d one dt came out, i wouldnt know. Afterall,d
pastor told everybody to close dir eyes.
About 3 months later, d same man of God dt ministered to me,sent my pastor to tell me dt God told him to marry me. I was surprised..”but, doesnt he have a wife?”.I asked my pastor.
“He lost his wife last year”.He answered.
Dt man of God is Pastor Williams.
We got married, and exactly a year later,we had a set of twins..a boy n a girl.
Dt was why i told u d other time,dt if God could have mercy on me,He would surely have mercy on u too.
Look at 1cor 10:13.God will always provide an escape route for u if u are His child, when u fall into d enemy’s trap, provided u ask for forgiveness n obey His leading.
Let’s see how things turn out in d next part.
HEAR MY STORY…………………..
……………Episode 15
So,u see my dear, dir’s nobody without a past, but it doesnt matter how ugly ur past is, a bright future awaits u if u are in Christ Jesus..said Mrs Williams.
Now, to ur situation.She continued..We must find a means by which ur parents would hear about it, n then we take it up from there.
Let me talk to my husband about it, as i cant handle ds alone,then i’ll get back to u.
When she left,i started thinking..i was so blessed n encouraged by her testimony, at least to learn dt someone with such an ugly past could turn out to be a pastor with ds motherly love n gesture is so amazing. Her words made me to develop a kind of courage n inner confidence coupled with faith dt God who made a way for her,is still dir to make a way for me too.
Again,i remembered my dad!.
I sighed. Next weekend, he would be marking his 60th birthday,n expects me to be dir. How would i do it Lord?.
Later in d evening,Mrs Williams came to me n said “I’m sorry,i had to discuss ur case with my husband, its not my usual way of handling matters, but in a situation like ds, he has to be involved. Like i told u earlier, i can’t handle it alone.”
“No problem ma”.I said.
“Now, we have decided to go with u to Lagos to attend ur dad’s birthday, n thereby, use d opportunity to break d news to him n other members of d family.”
I could hear my heart beating very fast, in fact,i almost
fainted.
“When exactly is d birthday?” she asked.
“It’s friday ma”.I answered.
“Oh!.I thought its saturday”.
“D birthday falls on friday, n he doesnt want to shift it to saturday, since dir’s a public holiday dt friday”.I said.
“Dt’s beautiful then,we’ll leave on friday morning, grace d occasion with him n break d news later in d evening when all d guests have left.”
And, dt was just what we did.
My dad n everybody was shocked!.
“Adesewa temi?..No it’s a lie!. How can i believe ds?.How come?.How did it happen?. Where would i hide my face in d church? among my christian friends?.What will i tell my pastor? Ahhhh Yetunde!.I never expected ds from u. Oh my
God!!.”
My mum was just weeping.
My sisters n i were weeping too.
Later,my dad said “Go with ur pastor o, i dont want to see u. U’ve put me to shame.I dont want to set my eyes on u”.
We all knelt down n started begging him with tears flowing in our eyes, but he declined.
He was too hurt. I knew why it was so painful for him.He was so proud of me, always treating me as his only daughter.
At a time,Pastor Williams excused him to his room, where
they spoke for about an hour.
Pastor Mrs also took my mum to d corridor for a private
talk.
By d time they came back, my dad was a bit calm, but i could see he was still boiling.
D next day, i left with d Williams to Oyan.
My dad never called since then, it was only mummy dt was calling me from time to time to ask about my welfare n to encourage me.I never knew she was dt loving.
I was staying with my pastor n his family as Mrs Williams didnt allow me to go back to my house.
When we came back from Lagos,Mrs Williams said “Now call
Bode,tell him to come home n see u, n dt u are not going to terminate d pregnancy, let’s hear what he will have to say.”
What was his response?.
Watch out in part 16.
Dont go yet..few more to go.
HEAR MY STORY..
…..Episode 16
I called Bode,n put on d phone’s speaker so Mrs Williams could hear our conversation.
Me:Hello Bode.
Bode:Hello,how are u?.
Me:I’m fine.
Bode:What about dt thing?. Have u removed it?.
Me:That’s why i’m calling u.
Bode:Hun Hun?.
Me:I cant do it, n i want u to come home so we can talk.
Bode:What else do we want to talk about?..Ehn?..U know
how things are with me?.Is it my mum who had not been
able to continue with her trading dt will be taking care of a
pregnant lady?.
What if they got to know in church?,what do u think will
happen?.Think of ur parents too, how will they take it?.Pls,let’s get rid of ds pregnancy n continue with our
lives..Please,i beg of u.
Me:Fine..but we still need to sort out some things.When are
u coming home?.
Bode:Exam is fast approaching n i need to study, moreso, i
have no transport fare.
Me:I will take care of dt. Pls come on friday, u can get back to school on saturday if u so wish. How about dt?.
Bode: Okay,let’s see how things will be during d week.
But hear ds,if u refuse to remove dt thing, i will deny it o, bcs u know how i’ve been struggling since all these days, u
know everything o.
I hung up.
Mrs Williams heard everything.
Before i left for school on friday morning, Mrs Williams told
me to go to my house after d school hours as Bode could come as promised.S he however told me to send a text message to her as soon as he comes in.
I went straight to d corper’s quarters after school, tidied up my room which was in a mess. I was expecting Bode tru out d afternoon, he didnt show up. I called his number but couldnt get tru to him, so i guessed he was on d way.
Finally,around 6.40pm.He called me,informing me dt he was just getting to Oyan, but wanted to see his mum first,after which he’ll come n see me.
I quickly sent an sms to my pastor’s wife telling her what he
told me. Bode came in around 8pm.
Few minutes after he came in,Pastor n Mrs Williams also came in.He was so surprised to see them.We both greeted them n sat down. Bode kept on wondering what d meeting was all about.
Pastor Williams said “Well,Bode,there’s nothing new under heaven any longer.We’ve heard everything dt happened btw u n Sewa. I as a person, i’m not happy about it at all, n so is my wife..but in a situation like ds, we just have to leave everything to d hands of God.
So,i want u to tell us now,who is responsible for ds pregnancy?.”
After a long pause, he murmured “Its me sir”.
“Dt’s good.I thought u’ll deny it, n i also learnt u are suggesting abortion..Not ds one, n not here, so take ur mind off dt. Ds baby has come to stay.Is dt taken?.”
“Ye-ye-yes sir”.He answered.
“Now,let’s go to ur mum’s place.”
We got into d car n left for Bode’s family house.
When his mum heard what happened, she couldnt lift up her
head. She just kept quiet.
She didnt say anything tru out.
After leaving d place, i felt so bad. I wondered what was
going on in d mind of Bode’s mum.
HEAR MY STORY………
……………..Episode 17
I was no longer active as I used to be in church.
Soon, people began to suspect something was going on. Some came to ask me why I was living with d pastor’s family. Some would ask why I was no longer acting as d choir mistress.
Others asked why I was putting on weight, while many others did not come to me, they would rather backbite or gossip.
With time,my tummy was protruding.
Hun!..Come and see side talk in church, even during service!!.
Thank God for Pastor Mrs, she has prepared me before everything started. Sometimes when I was so bothered and moved by what anybody did or said, I would tell her when we get home, she would encourage me and i would get over it immediately.
I was discussing with her from time to time,without hiding anything. Many times,she would pray with me. She was d angel God sent to me at a time i really needed one.
Then, one bright saturday morning, my mum called me,telling me dt she n my dad were in Oyan, dt i should describe where i was, as they wanted to see me.She said they’ve been at Ikirun since friday, to attend a programme. So,they decided to check on me before going
back to Lagos tht day.
Pastor Williams travelled, while mummy went to market to
buy some groceries for d house.
I quickly called her n told her dt my parents were in Oyan, and were on d way to their house.
She rushed back from d market. By d time she would enter
d living room, my parents were already seated, enjoying d
cool breeze blowing from d fan my dad told me to switch on.
They exchanged greetings.
My parents appreciated her n her husband,n told us dt he had forgiven me..n dt he was ready to meet Bode n his family.
He asked about his parents. We told him he lost his dad of
recent.
He said he would like to go to their house to meet his mum.
As much as i appreciated d fact dt my dad had forgiven
me, yet i didn’t want him to visit Bode’s family house,as i
didn’t know how he would feel, seeing d old,poverty-stricken
building they were living.
I was left with no choice anyway, so we went there together with Pst Mrs. Bode wasn’t around, he was in school. His mum was in d market, facing her business.
She had come to greet me once at my pastor’s house. Somebody quickly ran to d market to call her, dt some visitors from Lagos were waiting for her at home.
She rushed home to meet us. My parents were just looking
up n down d whole street n compound. They exchanged greetings, after which we went into d sitting room.
Pst Mrs introduced them to each other.
My dad asked about Bode n wanted to know when he would
be around. His mum said she wasn’t sure of when he would come home as he left not too long ago.
Daddy said his mum should tell him to come n meet him in
Lagos, as dir’s something he wanted to discuss with him.
He gave her money to send to him for transportation, gave
her n her daughters money too.
We returned to pastor’s house,they ate,n left.
Now,i could go to Lagos bcs d school was on long vacation,
but i didn’t want to go bcs of what i would encounter in d hands of Lagos people too, church people, neighbours, family n friends.
So,i told dad n mum i would prefer to stay in Oyan till
schools resume in september, n they agreed.
Let’s see what happened next in part 18.
Hope you are not tired of d story yet?
HEAR MY STORY……
………Episode 18
After writing his exams, Bode came home.
One Sunday after service, i saw Pastor Williams holding his hand and they both entered d pastor’s office. When they wouldn’t come out after about one hour thirty minutes, Pastor Mrs said i should let us go home, that she would come back to the church later to pick Pastor.
So we left to go and prepare lunch as the children were hungry.
About one hour after we got home, Pastor Williams trekked
home with Bode.
I didn’t need anybody to tell me he had been seriously scolded. He was looking like a kid whose mother didn’t remember to drop the key of the cupboard where his lunch was kept before she left the house.
Mummy and i were in d kitchen when they came in. Bode came to meet us there, greeted mummy, and then turned to me.
“Please, we need to talk privately, Pastor said I should come and
meet you, so we can talk and sort things out.”
I wondered why, but then i turned to mummy “Am i allowed
ma?”.
“Of course, my dear. Go to your room”. She answered.
We both went inside d room and left the door widely opened. Goodness and Mercy (Pastor’s five-year old twins) ran after us to the room.
I heard their mum shouting from d kitchen “Come here
o, Mercy!, Goodness!!.. Aunty Sewa will soon come and join
you, don’t disturb them”.
As soon as the children left, Bode said “Please, I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through. Pastor has made me realise my mistake, he really spoke to me. He even asked if I’m born again.I told him i am. I only yielded to the call of d flesh. He made me to pray a prayer of forgiveness, and i believe you’ve done the same, i also believe God has forgiven us. I promise you and God, just as i’ve promised my Pastor, that such will never happen again, not with you nor any other woman, except d one i eventually get married to. Please, find a place in your heart to forgive me.” He started shedding tears.
I asked him if he wouldn’t mind going to Lagos to meet my dad. He said he didn’t want to go initially, but Pastor Williams
told him to go, so he has decided to go. He said he would go
during d week. I gave him my dad’s number n he called him
right there.
Daddy told him to come on Thursday or Friday, as he won’t be
in Lagos from Monday to Wednesday.
When he left, i told mummy everything we discussed.
She said “Thank God he’s able to realize his mistakes. Don’t worry, God will surely perfect everything. Let’s just keep
praying. He never fails.”
Again, we prayed about Bode’s meeting with my dad, that God’s perfect will should be done. She asked if i had an idea of what my dad wanted to discuss with Bode.
I said i had no idea, that my mum only told me that she had been talking to daddy everyday about my case, and that she really begged him before he could agree to come to Oyan to meet Bode’s mum. And as God would have it,they needed to attend that programme at Ikirun which was just a few kilometers to Oyan.
“Well, all shall be well”. She answered.
Finally, Thursday came. Bode called me very early in d morning, to inform me that he was in d park, waiting for d bus to be full, n then,he would be on his way to Lagos.
What happened in Lagos?.
What did he come back with?.
Watch out in d final episode
HEAR MY STORY…..
Episode 19
……..Concluding part.
Bode came back from Lagos on saturday. He passed two nights in our house. He was so surprised at how he was warmly received by my parents n siblings. He really didn’t give me the details, but I knew he gave Pastor the full gist. With time, my dad became a loving dad to Bode. They were always talking of each other.
Bode’s 21st birthday met him in Lagos, and according to him, my family marked it for him in a little way, which he really
appreciated. He proposed to me, but I turned it down immediately. Not because I didn’t have feelings for him, but because of the age difference.
When i told mummy about it, her reply surprised me.”Go and
pray about it my dear. Whatever God asks you to do, do it..but
about d issue of age difference, it has no meaning.”
“But….Ma, even if God comes down to tell me to marry him, i don’t think i can. How can i marry someone I’m 4 years older than?.He’s just 21 and I’m 25.”
She laughed and said “Is there anywhere it is written in the bible that husband must be older than his wife?.The bible only says that wives should be submissive to their own husbands, and as a result of that, we have programmed it in our minds that the only person we could be submissive to, must be someone older than us. For your information, I’m 3 years older than my husband. If i didn’t tell you now, how would you know?.Go and pray my dear, and let God’s will be done”.
I prayed and didn’t have any restriction in my spirit. I told my Pastor about it and they prayed for us. My parents also agreed with the union and we got married at Ikeja Registry in December, after which we went for marriage blessings at my parents’ church.
I had a bouncing baby boy on d 17th of January, named Oluwadarasimi (Meaning God is good to me). I decided to
stay with d Williams until i had d baby.
When Bode graduated from school, my dad connected him with one of his friends who employed him in his company. With time, he became the manager of d company, and we’ve been doing fine since then.
We celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary last December, and up till now, I’m still trusting God for another baby.
Sometimes in my thought, i would imagine what would have happened if i had aborted Darasimi’s pregnancy.
I would have thought i couldn’t have another child due to the abortion. I would never recover from the guilt.
Also, I would have remained barren up till now, not having
any child at all.
I would have been a hindrance to Bode’s destiny.
Lastly, i would have attracted the wrath of God upon myself
in a big way.
Looking at Darasimi, who is Bode’s carbon copy, he has the gift of singing and playing instruments. He had been composing his own songs since age 5, there’s no sentence he can’t bring out a song from, just say it, and he would turn it to a song. And by now, he’s becoming a Guru in playing keyboard.
I have no doubt God will still bless me with more children, He
had assured me of that, and i know He would never fail.
My brethren, please let us learn from this story.It doesn’t matter
how tough what you are going through is, one day an end shall
come to it.
Even if you have missed it in life, there’s still Somebody you can
turn to, He Is The Way, The Truth and The Life. He will surely show you the way out if you allow Him to lead you. Never cover your sin with another sin. If you do, you are only sitting on a time bomb, it will explode sooner than expected.
Remain blessed.
THE END.