Adesewa — The End!)

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 d details, but i knew he gave Pastor d 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, n 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 bcs i didn’t have feelings for him, but bcos of d age difference.
When i told mummy about it, her reply surprised me.” Go n pray about it my dear. Whatever God asks u 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 dont think i can. How can i marry someone i’m 4yrs older than?.
He’s just 21 n i’m 25 She laughed n said “Is there anywhere it is written in d bible dt husband must be older than his wife?. D bible only says dt wives should be submissive to dir own husbands, n as a result of dt, we have programmed it in our minds dt d
only person we could be submissive to, must be someone older than us.
For ur information, i’m 3yrs older than my husband. If i didn’t tell u now, how would u know?.Go n pray my dear, n let God’s will be done”. I prayed n didn’t have any restriction in my spirit. I told my Pastor about it n they prayed for us.
My parents also agreed with d union n 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 after 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 d manager of d company, n we’ve been doing fine since.
We celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary last december, n 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 d abortion.
I would never recover from d 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 d wrath of God upon myself in a big way.
Looking at Darasimi, who is Bode’s carbon copy, he has d gift of singing n playing instruments.
He had been composing his own songs since age 5, dir’s no sentence he cant bring out a song from, just say it, n 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 dt, n 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, their’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!!…

Adesewa — Episode 15 & 16 )

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 n see side talk in church, even during service!!. Thank God for Pst Mrs, she has prepared me before everything started. Sometimes when i was so bothered n moved by what anybody did or said, i would tell her when we get home, she would encourage me n 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 dt 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, n 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 swicth 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 didnt want him to visit Bode’s family house, as i didnt 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, neighbors, family n friends. So, i told dad n mum i would prefer to stay in Oyan till schools resume in September, n they agreed.
….Episode 16….
After writing his exams, Bode came home. One Sunday after service, i saw Pastor Williams holding his hand n they both entered d pastor’s office. When they wouldn’t come out after about one hour thirty minutes, Pst Mrs said i should let us go home, dt she would come back to d church later to pick Pastor So we left to go n prepare lunch as d 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 d key of d cupboard where his lunch was kept before she left d house. Mummy n i were in d kitchen when they came in. Bode came to meet us there, greeted mummy, n then turned to me.
“Pls, we need to talk privately, Pastor said i should come n meet u, so we can talk n sort things out.” I wondered why, but then i turned to mummy “Am i allowed ma?”.
“Of course, my dear. Go to ur room”. She answered. We both went inside d room n left d door widely opened. Goodness and Mercy (Pastor’s five year old twins) ran after us to d room. I heard their mum shouting from d kitchen “Come here o, Mercy!, Goodness!!.. Aunty Sewa will soon come n join u, dont disturb them”. As soon as d children left, Bode said “Pls, i’m sorry for
everything i’ve put u tru. Pastor have 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 d call of d flesh.
He made me to pray a prayer of forgiveness, n i believe u’ve done d same, i also believe God has forgiven us. I promise u
n God, just as i’ve promised my Pastor, dt such will never happen again, not with u nor any other woman, except d one
i eventually get married to. Pls, find a place in ur 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 wont be in Lagos from Monday to Wednesday. When he left, i told mummy everything we discussed. She said “Thank God he’s able to realise his mistakes. Dont worry, God will surely perfect everything. Let’s just keep praying. He never fails.” Again, we prayed about Bode’s meeting with my dad, dt 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, dt my mum only told me dt she had
been talking to daddy everyday about my case, n dt 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 dt 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 dt 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?
Story To Be Concluded Tomorrow…
To Be Continued

Adesewa — Episode 13 & 14)

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 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 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 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 didn’t 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?
….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. She 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 didn’t show up. I called his number but couldn’t 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 you and 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 couldn’t lift up her head. She just kept quiet. She didn’t 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. Guess the next thing Bode’s mum said?
To Be Continued

Adesewa — Episode 11 & 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 u to ur house now, to go and pick some
of ur dresses and things u’ll need for a few days after which u will come with me to our place. I agreed. In less than one hour, i found myself sitting in d 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 didn’t meet Pastor Williams at home when we got home, he was away to attend a meeting, i learnt. 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 didn’t 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’ve known about it o”.
“Okay ma. I’ll do dt.”
….Episode 12….
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 n 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 told 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 ur 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 doesn’t matter if anybody doesn’t. Now, i will tell u d story of my own life.”
….Episode 12 Cont’d….
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, n 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 didn’t know who was responsible for it.
For a reason i couldn’t really explain, i decided to have d baby. I had a baby girl, named Temidara n was taken care of her alone. Since i didn’t 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 didn’t 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 up 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 didn’t complain of having any pain earlier. U wouldn’t 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 said i was responsible for d death of dir son.
Months later, i found myself sleeping around with men who were coming to render one assistance or d other. I knew it
wasn’t good, but i just couldn’t 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 n has bn praying abt 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. In fact, it was d Holyspirit dt pushed me out. D man prayed for me, n since dt day i was delivered.
Some women picked quarrel 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 wouldn’t 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, doesn’t 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 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 episode.|
To Be Continued...

Adesewa — Episode 9 & 10 )

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 didn’t 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 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 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 didn’t 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.
….Episode 10….
She wiped her tears, came to me and said “when last did u see ur menses?”.
It was then i rememberd i saw it last in April, i’ve not seen it in May. I checked my calendar, with tears rolling down my cheeks, i said “April 11, ma”. “And what is today’s date?. 23rd May, u ought to have seen it before now….so, u didn’t even know u’ve missed ur period!. Ok, let’s go to d clinic for confirmation.”
I dressed up and followed her to d clinic. A pregnancy test was done, and d result was positive. When we left d clinic,Mrs Williams drove straight to d church.We entered d office,and she locked d door behind us.We were d only ones in d church premises.
She said “Let’s pray”. She prayed. After d prayer, i couldn’t lift up my head, i was just looking down, i didn’t want to look at her face, bcs i knew what d next question would be, and dt was d last question i wanted to answer.
Then she said “Sis Sewa, now dt we have confirmed dt u are pregnant, can u tell me who is responsible for d pregnancy?”.
I didnt answer. I was just sobbing in tears. “I didnt ask u to weep, i said who is responsible for d pregnancy?” Now, i couldn’t stand it any longer. I felt like throwing up, i was feeling dizzy, i was very weak. My tummy was turning up and down.
I got up from where i was sitting, opposite her across d table, managed to get to where she was, leaned on her and
fainted.
By d time i would wake up, i saw her speaking in tongues, my dress was wet with water. She had a paper in her hands with
which she was blowing air on my wet body.
When i realised what had happened, i opened my mouth and said “Mummy, i’m sorry for putting u through ds”.
“She said “Forget about dt….Are u now okay?
“Yes ma”. I answered.
“Thank u Jesus”. She murmured. She quickly plugged an electric kettle which was in d office, got a mug, put a teabag in it, poured hot water and added sugar. She said “Now take ds. I didn’t put milk, so it doesn’t nauseate u”. I collected it from her, and said “Thank u ma”. I took it, and i felt better.
She allowed me to relax very well, before she continued. “Now, tell me, who impregnated u?”.
I bowed my head again. “Tell me now!”
I couldnt talk.. but i must tell her now, i had no choice. Then, a thought came to my mind, ”Write it in a paper”.
I saw a pen on d table, took a small piece of paper also from d table, i wrote “Bode”.
I pushed it to her on d other side of d table where she sat gazing at me amazingly. I didn’t know what to expect afterwards.
After reading it, she shouted “Ahhhhh!. Lord Jesus!!” She held her head with her two hands, bowed down her head for about 5minutes, without saying anything. I also bowed my head, but i was peeping at her once in a while. By d time she lifted up her head, her eyes were filled with tears. I can’t imagine how disappointed she was.
She looked at me, and bowed her head again. I was just weeping. After about 10mins, she got up from her seat, came to
me, pulled me up and gave me a very warm and tight hug. She said “I know how u are feeling. I was once in ur shoes.. but hear ds, though u have fallen into sin ,but dt is not d end of ur life, nor d end of ur christianity. Jesus The Merciful Saviour is still available to cleanse u. He still loves u.
All He wants u to do is to repent, ask for forgiveness and sin no more. If He could have mercy on me, He will surely
have mercy on u too.”
Then guess what happened next?.
To Be Continued

Adesewa — Episode 7 & 8)

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.
….Episode 8….
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!!”.
To be continued…
….Episode 8 Cont’d….
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.”
Then guess what happened next?.
To Be Continued … Watch out!!!

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Adesewa — Episode 5 & 6)

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 d church 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 dont 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.
….Episode 6….
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!
To Be Continued

Adesewa — Episode 3 & 4 )

…Daddy did not give me money that day. He was so crossed with me, it was mummy 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”. 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 didn’t know how he did it, but he went back to school the following week. Soon there was a rumour among the choir members that something was going on between Bode and I. Before I knew it, it became viral 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 rumour going on, and this?….
Finally, the service was over. I found myself sitting next to Pastor Mrs Williams on a three seaters sofa inside the pastor’s office.
Good afternoon ma. How are you my dear?
I’m fine ma. “I know you would be wondering why I wanted to see you..said Mrs Williams”. “Yes ma”. I answered.
She continued….It’s about a rumour 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.
Anyway, 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 the 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!”.
So, what happened next?. Watch out!!!
….Episode 4….
Finally, it was 1st of April, my birthday. Bisi n some of d sisters of NCCF came to my house to help in d cooking. The birthday was fixed for 12pm, since we would be having choir practice by 5pm. We ate, drank n made merry, in fact, it was indeed a memorable occasion.
I really enjoyed myself. Pastor Mrs Williams gave a short exhortation. She titled d message Unique Grace, citing practical examples from her own life experiences. We were all blessed. Despite d 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 gave me d gift, i asked him how she knew bcs i remembered i didnt tell her when i saw her in d market d previous day, he said he 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.
On hearing this, i automatically fell in love with the woman. I collected it from him with thanks and after the birthday, we went to church for the choir practise. We ended the practise around 7pm. Everybody left for their houses. Bode was discussing with one of d brothers when i left the church. I got to my room around 7.15pm, the sisters that stayed to clean d plates and utensils we used for d 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 d 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’s 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 loves 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 its getting too late, more so, his mum had been calling. Finally,he got up n said “OK, Sis Sewa, good night”. He came over to where i was,n gave me a very tight n warm hug.
I could sense a feeling from dt hug,but i ignored it. Anyway,he left dt night.
To Be Continued

Adesewa — Episode 1 & 2)

My name is Adesewa. I was raised by God-fearing parents who were blessed with six girl’s. 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 compose my own song.
I joined the church choir when I was just nine years old. After the 3 weeks orientation programme of the NYSC, I was posted
to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers quarters.
On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshiping, and soon I was able to find one.
Shortly after I started worshiping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the 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 the church, especially the chorister’s, because of my unique voice.
Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring “ Huuuuunnnnn !” with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice.
Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me “aunty” or “Sister Sewa”.
One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments, there
was no instrument he could not play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on keyboard.
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 favorite.
When my mum noticed he 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.
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 took much.
By the time I was serving, sister Temi and sister Tiwa have married, but I have been tamed already.
….Episode 2….
…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 was the first person to go for youth service in this house, I remember if I didn’t ask you for money, you wouldn’t give me, and I would 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 you bought a plot of land?… Oh!..you want to build a house in Oyan?.Is that not so?”
To Be Continued Tomorrow…