NOT MY STORY BUT THOUGHT I SHOULD SHARE.....COS I WAS BLESSED....

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 at the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room in the school compound at the Corper's quarters. On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a pentecostal church where i could be blessed, and I was able to find one.
Shortly after i started worshipping in d 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 Pastor Williams.
I was loved by everyone in the church, especially the choristers, 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.
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 couldn't play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on keyboard.
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I was named Adesewa and Yetunde after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly after I was born. My dad loved his mum so
much, and hence transferred d love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back. Moreso, according to him, I was the mama's carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong.
My dad believed I was ever perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I 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 whenever my dad wasn't at home.
Sometimes she would lament..
"you this spoilt brat!. Your father has spoilt you. See, I will make sure I deal with youu before maggots start
coming out of your body...."
My two elder sisters too, also made life so miserable for me, especially, my eldest 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 were already married, but I have been tamed already.
To be continued in part 2.
Prepare to be blessed.

HEAR MY STORY..Part 2
Bode was the 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 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 in 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 got to know each other, the break was over, so he went back to school.
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 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 trader 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 the amount he needed and he told me, and I asked 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. He was
very happy.
His mum came later to show her appreciation on behalf of d
family. 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,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 didn't 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 couldn't give me enough money as he had spent alot 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 u using money for?.Are u 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.
The moment she heard that dad was sending money to me,she said
"Da-dd-y!.So u've been sending money to Sewa every month!!..I was the first person to go on 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 the needed the money for, before you would give it."
"And u (turning to me) what are u spending money on? Have u bought a plot of land?.Oh!.. You want to build a house in Oyan?.Is that not so?"
Watch out for part 3.
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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 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 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 d 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 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 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 please shed more light on d relationship between 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 that has even stopped now." I told her.
Anyway, I've denied it on your behalf, i only wanted to confirm from u, because 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 that u are
well trained..but then, i want u to be very careful because there is power in tongues. Don't give d devil any chance at all, and don't trust yourself..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 the verge of falling. Remember 1 Cor 10 v.12.
So, please be very careful and d Lord shall help u in Jesus' name.
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.

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HEAR MY STORY..Part 4
Then something happened.
Bode lost his dad. It was then i got to know that the old man had more than one wife, as a matter of fact he had four wives, one was late alreadyand. Bode's mum was the last and the only one living with him until he passed away.
Among the children from the other wives only few of them were educated others were either bricklayers, drivers, carpenters, tailors or petty traders. It was only Bode's mum that was struggling to send her children to school.
She had three of them for the late farmer. Bode was the 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 the church and we (choir members) decided to go and register our condolence with Bode and other members of the family.
On getting there I was so touched with d way I saw the 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 the highest order..Did these women conspire to kill d 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. Please, be strong".
"Thanks my child''. She replied
I really appreciate you".
I gave her an amount of money on behalf of the choir.
She accepted it, appreciated us, and we left.
When I got home I couldn't stop thinking about the 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 mere looking at 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 don't 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 unclothedness except my husband, and that won't happen until after marriage. That is it! While talking to myself in this manner.. I slept off.
Then something came up.
Watch out in part 5.
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 HEAR MY STORY..Part 5
It was Bode that woke me up d 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 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, 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 d 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 d last one because of my birthday.
But then,i wouldn't 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 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 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?".
That was exactly what i did.
He said "Who is this sick person?".
"It's one of d 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 and 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,d following day too,no alert,but on d third day,i received
an alert of N50,000.
Wow!. I quickly called Bode after withdrawing d money,to come and 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 and gave him d #50,000 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 in part 6.
You shall not fall in Jesus' name
[12/5/2015, 16:07] Wale Abiola: 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 g o,i just didn't want to see him.
He left.
I locked d door behind him and started weeping. I wept till my eyeballs turned red and 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 and wished me quick recovery.
I couldn't attend d burial nor singing practise on Saturday, I just locked myself up in my room and 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 and injection, and was told to come on Monday and Tuesday to complete d injection.
The Williams brought me back home and 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, that i would be fine. So,they left after praying for me.
I slept off and 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 and 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 and began to pray "Lord Jesus,i have disappointed you,please 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 that? I can't Lord!.I cant!!.".
I didn't hear d voice again,at least at that moment. The next thing i heard was a knock on my door. Who is that?. I spoke softly.
I didn't hear any response from d other end.
I moved to d door,unlocked it and opened.
Guess who was standing there.