So, u
see my dear, dir’s nobody without a past, but it doesn’t 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 can’t 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 expected 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 just have 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 doesn’t 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?. Ahahahah 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...
