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, Iwas 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, moreso, 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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[/color]HEAR MY STORY... Episode 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 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 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 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 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 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 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.[color=#990000]HEAR MY STORY... Episode 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 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 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 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 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 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 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... Episode 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 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 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 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 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 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 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.