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 didnt 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 couldnt 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 center 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 couldnt 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 didnt 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 dont 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 didnt 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 center dt morning and saw Bisi She was
surprised to see me, and also to hear dt i didnt attend d
burial of Bode's dad.
When she asked "why?" i told her i was sick, but didnt 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
didnt 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 didnt allow him.
I said "Its fine!, Its fine!!".Just go."
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 didnt 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 didnt 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 doesnt 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 Holy spirit 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 couldnt
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 didnt 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
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 6
Be blessed and be a blessing.
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