HEAR MY STORY!

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HEAR MY STORY..Part 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 compose my own
song.I joined d church choir when i was just nine years old.
After d 3 weeks orientation programme of d NYSC,i was posted
to a secondary school at Oyan for d one year service. I was
given a room on d school compound at d Corper’s quarters.
On getting to Oyan,i started looking for a pentecostal church
where i could be worshipping,and soon i was able to find one.
Shortly after i started worshipping in d church,i joined d
choir.Fortunately,it was at d time when d choir leader just left
d church,and there was nobody to coordinate d
members..before i knew it,i was made d choir leader after
being interviewed by d pastor,Pastor Williams.
I was loved by everybody in d church,especially d
choiristers,bcs of my unique voice.Whenever i sing or lead a
song,d whole congregation has a way of murmuring
“Huuuuunnnnn!” with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my
voice.
Mostof d 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 d
church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments,there
was no instrument he couldnt play. I always felt d 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 d love to me,believing dt his late
mother was d one who came back,moreso,according to him,i was
d mama’s carbon copy. It was after he became saved,dt 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 dt daddy was treating me like d apple of
his eyes,she wasnt taking things easy with me at all. She spank
me at every slight mistake i made,mostly when my dad wasnt
at home.
Sometimes she would lament..”u ds spoilt brat!. Ur father has
spoilt u. See,i will make sure i deal with u before maggots start
coming out of ur body….”
My two elder sisters too,also made life miserable for me,
especially,d first born,sister Temi. She would never tolerate
any nonsense from me,she took after mummy,but her own was
just took much.
By d time i was serving,sister Temi and sister Tiwa have
married,but i have been tamed already.
To be continued in part 2.
Prepare to be blessed.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 2

Bode was d closest to me among all d choir members.I could see
in him a younger brother i never had.
My school was not so far to d church,so sometimes after service
or singing practise he would say “aunty Sewa,i’m coming to ur
place to eat o”. I would tell him to come,since i really didnt
know how to prepare one man meal,i was always having leftover.
He was only 20yrs 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 d church,his school was on break,before we
could really got to know each other,d break was over,so he went
back to school.
About a month after he left,i saw him in church one sunday
morning.I asked him why he came home so soon, he told me he
had not paid his school fees and dt his parents were not able to
give him d money.
I got to know dt his dad was an old farmer,and his mum,a
petty trader at Oyan market.
Money was never my problem,bcs besides d allowance i was
receiving from NYSC,my dad was always sending money into my
account without my sisters’ knowledge.He would say he didnt
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 d next day,so we could go to bank
together to withdraw d money.
I withdrew almost everything i had in my account,gave him his
school fees,transport fare and a token as pocket money.He was
very happy.
His mum came later to show her appreciation on behalf of d
family.
Dt 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 dt he went to
bed d previous night with an empty stomach,out of compassion,i
would quickly send him any amount i could afford,to buy
foodstuff,and again,he would appreciate me.
Soon,we were on christmas break.I didnt want to travel,but my
dad insisted i should come to Lagos.
After d break,i was supposed to return to Oyan in
january,daddy couldnt give me enough money as he had spent a
lot during d 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”.
“U dont mean it!.What are u using money for?.Are u feeding
more than ur mouth?.What did u do with d money i sent to ur
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.
D moment she heard dt dad was sending money to me,she said
“Da-dd-y!.So u’ve been sending money to Sewa every
month!!..I was d first person to go on service in ds house,i
remember if i didnt ask u for money,u wouldnt give me,and i
would have to give u d details of what i needed d money
for,before u would give it.”
“And u (turning to me) what are u spending money on?.Have u
bought a plot of land?.Oh!..u want to build a house in Oyan?.Is
dt not so?”
Watch out for part 3.
Keep connected.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 3

Daddy did not give me money dt day.He was so crossed with
me,it was mummy dt gave me transport fare and a stipend
which i managed till january allowance was paid.
Thank God for d 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 bcs there was no
money for him to return to school.I told him what i went
through bcs of him,and even then,i wasnt sure if my dad would
send me money again as usual,so i couldnt give him money.
He felt sorry for me,and told me he would source for money
elsewhere.I didnt know how he did it,but he went back to school
d following week.
Soon there was a rumour among d choir members dt something
was going on btw 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 wasnt myself
throughout d service.I kept thinking “what did i do?,why does
she want to see me?….Anyway,i said to myself,if it’s bcs of
Bode,there’s nothing btw us,and dt is just what i will tell
her….Period!.”
I didnt hear anything in church dt day,i was already
devastated by d rumour going on,and this?….
Finally,d 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 u my dear?.
I’m fine ma.
“I know u would be wondering why i wanted to see u..said Mrs
Williams”.
“Yes ma”.I answered.
She continued….It’s about a rumour going on in d church. Can u
pls shed more light on d relationship btw u 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 dt has even stopped now.” I told her.
Anyway,i’ve denied it on ur behalf,i only wanted to confirm
from u,bcs d very first day i set my eyes on u,i knew u came
from a christian home,and i have no doubt in my spirit dt u are
well trained..but then,i want u to be very careful bcs there is
power in tongues.Dont give d devil any chance at all,and dont
trust urself..if u see or hear a child of God saying “i trust
myself,i can never commit fornication”..then,u have heard or
seen someone at d verge of falling. Remember 1 Cor 10 v.12.
So,pls be very careful and d Lord shall help u IJN.
I said “Thank u 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 d same age with Oyindamola..our second to d last
born?,not even d one next to me!..Well,i just need to be
careful,help me Oh Lord!”.
So,what happened next?.
Watch out in part 4.
Remain blessed.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 4

Then something happened.
Bode lost his dad.It was then i got to know dt d old man had
more 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. D one next to
him was preparing to write WAEC when their dad passed away.
It was announced in d church n we (choir members) decided to
go n register our condolence with Bode n other members of d
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 ds kind of a thing should happen in my
lifetime,i will NEVER allow my mum to be treated ds way.Ds is
humiliation in d highest order..Did these women conspire to kill
d man?”
Well,we greeted them.I didnt even know what to say,as i never
experienced such before.As d leader,i summoned courage,knelt
down beside Bode’s mum and whispered into her ear “God will
uphold u ma,He will send help to u from where u least
expected.Pls,be strong”.
She said “Thanks my child.I really appreciate u”.
I gave her an amount of money on behalf of d choir.
She accepted it,appreciated us,n we left.
When i got home,i couldnt 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 d reason may be,i felt for her.She’s such a beautiful
young woman!.
Never!.I can never go for dt kind of a man,i will never allow
any stupid love to blind-fold me.I can not even marry anybody
from dt kind of a family,see their house,d moment i stepped
into d compound,i could vividly smell poverty.Where would i tell
my dad i found dt kind of a man?.Me?.I even trust myself..i’m
more than dt.
Then my mind went to what Pastor Mrs Williams told me d day
she said she heard a rumour about Bode n 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 n i will continue to keep myself,i’ve determined dt
no man shall see my nakedness except my husband,n dt wont
happen until after marriage.That is it!.
While talking to myself in ds manner..i slept off.
Then something came up.
Watch out in part 5.
Keep connected.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 5

It was Bode dt woke me up d following morning.
He told me his dad’s burial had been fixed for d next
weekend,n 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 d old man eventually passed away.
All these stories made me love d woman more.
At last,he decided to go.I saw him off to d door,n he suddenly
turned back,hugged me n gave me a peck.
I came back to d room,n started thinking of how i could help
Bode n his mum concerning d burial.
D only source i had was my dad,but i wasnt sure he would even
send money again ds month ending as i was having a feeling he
sent d last one bcs of my birthday.
But then,i wouldnt be able to wait till d end of d 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 dt i need money. But
what if he asked what i need it for,what will i say?..
I will tell him somebody is sick n dt d 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?”.
Dt was exactly what i did.
He said “Who is ds sick person?”.
“It’s one of d corpers sir”.I lied.
“Ok.Since it’s something dt has to do with life,i will try n 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 ur 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 dt day,to no
avail,d 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..dt his mum’s sister who promised to send an
amount of money last week failed,but just received a message
from her dt morning dt 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 n couldnt shut it.
He held me very tightly,kissed me….and before we both knew
it..we did it!.
To be continued in part 6.
You shall not fall IJN.

HEAR MY STORY PART 6

After d action,Bode started begging me.I could see he
actually regretted,but d deed had been done already.I
told him to go,i just didnt 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 didnt know what to do,i was just
weeping.I couldnt 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 couldnt 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 couldnt attend d burial nor singing practise 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 injecion,and was told to come
on monday n tuesday to complete d injection.
D Williams brought me back home n asked if i wouldnt mind
to go with them to their place,so i wouldnt 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 couldnt 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 didnt 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 couldnt 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!!.”.
I didnt 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.
To be continued in Part 7.
Thanks for ur patience n understanding.
Remain blessed.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 7

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 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 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 centre dt morning and saw a choir member. 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.”
Then what happened next?.
Watch out in Part 8.
Keep connected.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 8

I didnt attend choir practise on saturday nor church
service on sunday bcos i didnt 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 didnt know i was only adding more petrol to a burning
fire.
Some choir members came again after service to check on
me,thinking i havnt 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 u didnt come to church today bcs of me,not
bcs of ur health.U refuse to forgive me despite my pleas.I
told u its d work of d devil,pls let’s be doing as we used 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 ur fault,but mine too.We
both need to ask God for forgiveness and make sure it
doesnt happen….”
Before i could finish my sentence,he got up,held me n
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 didnt 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 didnt 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.
Everybody was asking,”what’s wrong with u?.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 wasnt 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.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 9

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 ursher 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 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 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 10.
Be blessed and be a blessing.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 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 didnt 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 couldnt lift up my head,i was
just looking down,i didnt 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 couldnt 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 didnt put milk,so it doesnt
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 didnt 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 cant 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.”

Watch out for d next part

HEAR MY STORY..Part 11

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 didnt 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 didnt 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 didnt like what he heard..of course,i didnt
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’ve known about it o”.
“Okay ma.I’ll do dt.”
What was Bode’s response?.
Watch out in d next part.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 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 didnt.
D next day was sunday.I didnt 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?.Wouldnt 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 wasnt 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
consequencies: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. Dont use sin to
cover sin. God is d Ultimate. Once He has forgiven u,it
doesnt matter if anybody doesnt.
Now,i will tell u d story of my own life.”
What did she say?.
We’ll know in d next part.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 13

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 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 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 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 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 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
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 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 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..Part 14
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 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 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 17.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 15
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 sidetalk 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 wasnt 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 wasnt 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 didnt 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 19.
Hope u are not tired of d story.

PS.
Read the concluding part in the next post.

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