This is a true life story of an NYSC member named Adesewa. Full of lessons to learn especially for singles (guys & ladies). Happy reading.

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 toKwara 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 program 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

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 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 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 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 couldn’t play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the 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 that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn’t taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn’t at home.
Sometimes she would lament. ..”You that spoilt brat!. your father has spoilt u. See, I will make sure I deal with you 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 have married, but I have been tamed already.


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