ADESEWA THE CHURCH GIRL PT2

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Then something happened!

Bode lost his dad. It was then i got to know dt d old man had more than one wife, as a matter of fact, he had four, one was late already, and Bode’s mum was d last and d only one living with him until he passed away.

Among d children from d other wives, only few of them were educated, others were either bricklayers, drivers, carpenters, tailors or petty traders. It was only Bode’s mum dt was struggling to send her children to school.

She had three of them for d late farmer, Bode was d firstborn with two kid sisters who were still in high school. The one next to him was preparing to write WAEC when their dad passed away.

It was announced in dchurch and we (choir members) decided to go n register our condolence with Bode n other members of the family. On getting there, i was so touched by d way i saw d 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 will 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 u least expected.

Pls, be strong”. She said “Thanks my child. I really appreciate you”. I gave her an amount of money on behalf of d choir.

She accepted it, appreciated us, and we left. When i got home, i couldn’t stop thinking about d 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 may be, i felt for her. She’s 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 I. 1Cor 10:12…..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 cant fall, 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. Then.....

something came up.

It was Bode that woke me up the following morning. He told me his dad’s burial had been fixed for d 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 passed away.

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 d 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 this month ending 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 d 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 need it for, what will 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 u be of help sir?”.

That was exactly what i did. He said “Who is this sick person?”. “It’s one of the 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 n tomorrow. My regards to him. We’ll remember him in our prayers”.

“Thank u dad. Love u sir.” I hung up.

Then, my conscience pricked me gently “U just told a lie!.. How disappointed would your dad be if he found 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, to no avail, the following day too, no alert, but...

on d third day, i received an alert of K50,000.

Wow!. I quickly called Bode after withdrawing d money, to come n meet me at home after school hours, by then, it was just 2

days to d burial, 27th April. When he got to my room, i said “how much have u been able to get now for d 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 see what she can do by tomorrow. I opened my bag n gave him d K50,000 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!

After d action, Bode started begging me. I could see he actually regretted, but the deed had been done already. I told him to go, i just didn’t want to see him. He left. I locked d door behind him n started weeping. I wept till my eyeballs turned red n 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 d Principal n wished me quick recovery. I couldn’t attend d burial nor singing practice on Saturday, I just locked myself up in my room n 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 d health centre. I was treated against malaria, given some drugs n injections, and was told to come on Monday n Tuesday to complete d injection.

The Williams brought me back home n asked if i wouldn’t mind to go with them to their place, so i wouldn’t be d only one at home, i said no, dt i would be fine. So, they left after praying for me. I slept off n woke up late in d night. Now i felt like eating

something. I looked at my phone, it was 11.17pm. I got up, ate bread with fruit juice n went back to bed.

I couldn’t sleep. I was turning from right to left, left to right on d bed. Again,i remembered “Let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall” 1 Cor 10:12.

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 Jesus, i have disappointed u, pls forgive me, have mercy on me. I am sorry. Now i know better.

Help me Lord. Forgive me Lord. 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 d dream, i heard a gentle voice in my spirit “Go and open up to her”…. “Ahhhh!. How on earth would i be able to do dt?.I cant Lord!. I cant!!.”. we continue I didn’t hear d voice again, at least at dt moment. D next thing i heard was a knock on my door.

Who is dt?.I spoke softly. I didnt hear any response from d other end. I moved to d door, unlocked it n opened. Guess who was standing there.

It was Pastor Mrs. She was on her way to school dt Monday morning as she taught in a primary school at Oyan, but she

quickly branched at my place to check on me. She came with a basket containing pepper soup, jollof rice, vegetable soup and obe ila alasepo (okro soup with stew ingredients) She said she didn’t know d one i would love to eat, but i should try and take d pepper soup as it would deal with dt malaria fever. She told me to warm them as i could see she brought them out of d freezer dt morning, and couldn’t wait to warm them before leaving d house to prevent her from getting late to school.

I collected d basket from her, appreciated her and sat on my plastic chair. “Can i drop u at d health centre for ur injection?, since its on d same route to my school”. She asked.

“I’m not ready yet ma, i will take a bike. Thank u ma”.

“It’s a pleasure my dear. So, how are u feeling now?.”

“I’m better today ma”. I answered.

“Oh!. Thank God. My mind was with u throughout d night. I really couldn’t sleep soundly. I started blaming myself for allowing u to stay here all alone, i should have forced u to come with us yesterday. But, hope u 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 dt one saying “Dont try it!. U’ll disappoint her. U 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 u twice, but u didn’t respond.

What is bothering u?. What are u 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!.. Dont tell me there’s nothing when obviously there’s something. Dt’s a lie, and i don’t expect u as a child of God to tell one, if u dont want to share it, just say u dont 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 u later”. “Dt’s better my dear. See u later then. Hurry up so u can go for ur injection on time. Make sure u eat before u go.” She said.

“Okay ma. Thanks Mum.” She left. I got to d health centre dt morning and saw Bisi. She was surprised to see me, and also to hear dt i didn’t attend d burial of Bode’s dad.

When she asked “why?” i told her i was sick, but didn’t tell her beyond dt. As i was getting back home, i met Bode coming out of d corpers’ 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 dt 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. Its d devil. Pls forgive me..” He wanted to hold my hand, but i didn’t allow him. I said “Its fine!, Its fine!!”.Just go.”