HEAR MY STORY....

Episode 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 composed my own song. I joined d church choir when i was just nine years old. After the 3 weeks orientation programme of d NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room in d school compound at d Corp members' quarters. On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a pentecostal church where i could be like 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 the time when d choir leader just left the church and there was nobody to coordinate d 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 d church, especially the
choiristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sang or led a song, the whole congregation had a way of murmuring
"Huuuuunnnnn!" with a sigh of satisfaction when they heard my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than I was, so they called 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 couldn't play. I always felt d presence of
God whenever he was on keyboard.

Back to my background
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 favourite.
When my mum noticed that daddy 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. Sometimes she would lament.."You this spoilt brat!. Your father has spoilt u. See, I will make sure I deal with u before maggots start coming out of your body...." 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 too much. By the time I was serving, sister Temi and sister Tiwa had got married, but I have been tamed already.

So what happened to me

Watch out for Episode 2.
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…Episode 2

Bode was the closest to me among all the choir members. I could see in
him, a younger brother I never had. My school was not so far to the
church, so sometimes after service or singing practise, he would say
“Aunty Sewa, I’m coming to your place to eat o”. I would tell him to
come, since I really didn’t 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 the church, his school was on break. Before we could
really get to know each other, his break was over, so he went back to
school. About a month after he left, I saw him in church one sunday
morning.

And then the story of my life changed..
I asked him why he came home so soon, he told me he had not paid his
school fees and that his parents were not able to give him the money. I
got to know that his dad was an old farmer, and his mum, a petty trade at Oyan market. Money was never my problem, because besides the
allowance I was receiving from NYSC, my dad was always sending
money into my account without my sisters’ knowledge. He would say he
didn’t 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 the next day, so we could go to bank together to withdraw the
money. I withdrew almost everything I had in my account, gave him his
school fees, transport fare and a token as pocket money, and he was very
happy.

His mum came later to show appreciation on behalf of the family and
that 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 that he went to bed the previous
night with an empty stomach, and out of compassion, I would quickly
send him any amount I could afford to buy foodstuff, and as usual, he
would appreciate me.

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 am the
first person to go on service in this house and I remember if I didn’t ask
you for money, you wouldn’t give me and I will 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 u bought a
plot of land?.Oh!..you want to build a house in Oyan?.Is that not so?” My
compassion for Bode which is as a result of my lascivious spending
almost led into a fight in my family that fateful day.

But then, was I doing the right thing?
Watch out for Episode 3

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