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Episode 10……….
I didnt attend choir practise on saturday nor church service on Sunday because i didn’t 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 didn’t know i was only adding more petrol to a burning fire. Some choir members came again after service to check on me, thinking i haven’t 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 you didn’t come to church today because of me, not
because of your health. U refuse to forgive me despite my pleas. I
told u its d work of d devil, please let’s be doing as we use 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 your fault, but mine too.We both need to ask God for forgiveness and make sure it doesn’t happen ever again….”

Before i could finish my sentence, he got up, held me and 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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.

Everyone was asking,”what’s wrong with you?. 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 wasn’t 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.

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Episode 9…………

It was Pastor Mrs William. She was on her way to school that Monday morning as she taught in a primary school at Oyan, but she quickly stopped by at my place to check on me.

She came with a basket containing pepper soup, jollof rice, vegetable soup. She said she didn’t know the one I would love to eat, but I should try and take the pepper soup as it would deal with that malaria fever. She told me to warm them that as I could see she brought them out of the freezer that morning, and couldn’t wait to warm them before leaving the house to prevent her from getting late to school. I collected the basket from her, appreciated her and sat on my plastic chair.

“Can I drop you at the health centre for your injection?, since its
on the same route to my school”.She asked. “I’m not ready yet ma, I will take a bike. Thank you ma”. “It’s a pleasure my dear.

So, how are you feeling now?.”
“I’m better today ma”.I answered.
“Oh!.Thank God. My mind was with you throughout the night. I really couldn’t sleep soundly. I started blaming myself for allowing you to stay here all alone, I should have forced you to come with us yesterday. But, hope you 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 that one saying “Dont try it!.You’ll disappoint her. You 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 you twice, but you didn’t respond.
What is bothering you? What are you 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!.Don’t tell me there’s nothing when Obviously there’s something. That’s a lie, and I don’t expect you to tell one, if you don’t want to share it, just say you don’t want to share it, instead of saying there’s nothing when there’s something.” I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know when I said “Okay ma, I
will tell you later”.
“That’s better my dear. See you later then. Hurry up so you can go for your injection on time. Make sure you eat before you go.” She
said. “Okay ma. Thanks mum.”
She left. I got to the health centre that morning and saw Bisi. She was surprised to see me, and also to hear that I didn’t attend the burial of Bode’s dad. When she asked why I didn’t go, I told her I was sick, but didn’t tell her beyond that.

As I was getting back home, I met Bode coming out of the Corp members’ 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 didn’t see him. He gave me souvenirs of his dad’s burial, and said his mum sent her greetings, and that 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. It’s the devil. Please, forgive me..”
He wanted to hold my hand, but I didn’t allow him.
I said “It’s fine! It’s fine!! Just go!!!”

But what did he really have in mind about that incidence that transpired between us?

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Hear My Story…Episode 8

After the action, Bode started begging me. I could see he actually regretted, but the deed had already been done. I told him to go, I just didn’t want to see him, and he left. I locked the 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 the Principal land wished me quick recovery.I couldn’t attend d burial nor choir practice 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 the health centre. I was treated on 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 the only one at home, I declined.

So, they left after praying for me.I slept off and woke up late in the night.Now I felt like eating something. I looked at my phone, it was 11.17 pm.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 the bed. Again, I remembered “Let him that thinketh he standeth take heed, lest he fall” 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, Forgive me….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 the dream, I heard a gentle voice in my spirit “Go and open up to her”….”Ahhhh!.How on earth would I be able to dothat? I cant Lord!.I cant!!.”.I didn’t hear the 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 the other end.I moved to the door, unlocked it, and opened.Guess who was standing there.

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“I, Sarah Adams, take you Lawson Lawrence as my lawful wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do us part.” She smiled at him through her veil.

“You may now kiss your bride Mr. Lawrence.” The Pastor beckoned.

Lawson’s heart raced as he gently unveiled his bride’s face. She looked so beautiful. He gently bent over and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Sarah in turn embraced him tightly with tears of joy streaming down her face.

“Never leave me, Sarah.” He whispered in her ear.

“I will never leave you.” She whispered and they slowly released themselves from the embrace.

“I present to you the latest couple!” The Pastor exclaimed excitedly.

The church cheered and Sarah cried more in her husband’s arms.

Five Years Later …

Sarah silently tip-toed behind her husband. He was in his study, engrossed in reading. She smiled to herself and gently covered his eyes with both hands.

“It’s just you and I in this house Sarah. Plus, I smelled you the moment you walked in.” He said.

Sarah released her hold, sighed and sat on the study table, “Why do you figure me out so easily? I can’t even surprise you! That sucks.” She curled her arms around his neck.

“You are my wife; nothing you do is supposed to surprise me.” He playfully pecked her nose.

“But you’ve been in the study all day and I’m bored!” She rolled her eyes.

“So what kind of fun do you suggest we have then?” He swooped her off the table in his arms.

“No! Not that kind of fun!” She hit him playfully until he put her down.

“Ok.” He folded his arms on his chest, looking into her eyes, “So what do you want us to do?”

“Not us. Actually, all I want is to play with your play station and you’ve hidden it again! Just give it and you can continue your reading. Pleaaaseee.” She blinked her eyes playfully.

“No way.” He went back toward his study chair and sat, “Not my play station.”

“Why! You never let me touch it…like it’s your baby.” She sulked.

“Well,” he rolled his eyes, “Not like you’ve given me a baby yet.”

Sarah paused for a moment. Did he just say that to her? The words struck her deep down. “You shouldn’t have said that Lawson…” She managed to say, her countenance changing.

“But it’s true…I’m only saying the truth Sarah.” He turned to face her, still sitting on the chair.

“The truth? You think I don’t want us to have kids?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that…” He stood to face her now.

“Then what are you saying Lawson? Tell me, what is the truth?”

“Let’s not do this today…please. You can have the play station and play all you want. It’s in my footwear locker and the key is in my Bible.”

“You always do this…hurting me with your words.” Her voice began to shake.

“Don’t start Sarah, please.”

“Tell me why you said those words to me! I want to know!”

“Because I’m tired! I want to be a father! I want to have my own kids Sarah…”

”And you think I don’t?!” Sarah flared, trying not to let the tears pour.

“Then why can’t you get pregnant Sarah? This is the fifth year we are trying.” He clenched his teeth and walked out of the study.

Sarah was in shock. She sat on the chair for some seconds, stood up again and sat on the chair again…this time she held on to her blouse and burst into tears.

Two Weeks Later …

“Lawson, wake up please.” Sarah tapped him

Lawson gently opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock by his bedside, “It’s 2:00am Sarah…”

“It’s urgent.”

“I’m listening.” He said drowsily.

“Mother says we should come for tests. She says she’s spoken to her doctor and he said we should come.”

“What?” Lawson opened his eyes now, “Your mother is in the UK for Christ’s sake!”

“Let’s just do it. We can go for the weekend; let’s just give it a shot, please.”

“No. That would be rather expensive and…”

“It’s my birthday today and the only thing I want from you is this trip.”

Lawson felt quiet now. For the past two years now, his wife’s birthday has been skipping his mind…totally.

“I’m…I’m sorry Sarah…It skipped my mind…”

“It always does.” She lay down back on the bed, backing him.

Lawson wrapped his arms around her waist, “I said I’m sorry…”

No response.

Lawson sighed, “Fine, we go this weekend.”

“Really?” She turned sharply, excited.

“If it will make you happy today.”

“Thank you baby.” She hugged him.

A Week After …

Sarah jerked at the vibration of the phone in her pocket.

“Hi mom!” she pressed the phone to her ear with her shoulders, wiping the washed dishes with her hands.

“Honey…”

“What is it mom?” she pressed it harder.

“The result…the result of the tests…” her mother cried.

Sarah gently dropped the plate and the wiper, heart racing… ”Just say it mom…”



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Dont Give Up Yet

Sometimes you go through so much stress that you think you just can’t do it anymore. You go through so much hassle to get through ‎and there’s something that the devil is using to get in the way. Even at that time, you feel like you won’t take it anymore and decide to quit but that still small voice tells you to just keep going.

You did nothing wrong and you’re wondering what you could have done to deserve this. You badly wish that this cup is taken away from you because you have suffered enough. As a teenager, you are tired of asking for pocket money and feeling uncomfortable because you have to manage what you have so you won’t be stranded. It feels like there’s no hope anymore and this is the end of road. I have one thing to tell you, pick up that little courage that you have left in you and get going without letting anyone stop you. God brought you there and will not abandon you so you must not back down. Pray the devil out of the way and let him know he’s not welcome in your affairs.

Finally be strong in faith. Your faith should never waiver because if it does, it would be hard for you to trust God and you’ll tend to believe what the devil has to say.

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Thanks for your Patience……..


Hear MY STORY…..Episode 7

It was Bode that woke me up the following morning. He told me his dad’s burial had been for the 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 the old man eventually gave up the ghost. All these stories made me love the woman more.

At last, he decided to go. I saw him off to the door, and he suddenly turned back, hugged me and gave me a peck.I came back to the room, and started thinking of how I could help Bode and his mum concerning the burial.The only source I had was my dad, but I wasn’t sure he would even send money again by the end of the month, as I was having a feeling he sent the last one because of my birthday.But then, I wouldn’t be able to wait till the end of the month, to know if he would send money or not, as the 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 needed it for, what would I say?..”I will tell him somebody is sick and that the doctor said he needs surgery, but there’s no money, so,I wish I could render any little assistance within my reach…


Can you be of help sir?”.I asked dad! .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 also remember him in our prayers”.”Thank you dad. Love you sir.” I hung up.Then, my conscience pricked megently “You just told a lie!.. How disappointed would your dad be if he finds 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, all to no avail. The following day too, no alert, but on d third day, I received an alert of 50,000 naira.

Wow!. I quickly called Bode after withdrawing the money, to come and meet me at home after school hours, by then, it was just two days to the burial, 7th April .When he got to my room, I said”How much have you been able to get now for the 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 send 4,000naira. I opened my bag and gave him the 50,000 naira 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!…

But who is to blame?
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Episode 6



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. One was late already, and 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 WASSCE 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 by the 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 would NEVER allow my mum to be treated this way. This is humiliation in d highest order..Did these women conspire to kill the 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 you least expected. Please, be strong”.
She said “Thank you my child. 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 might be, I felt for her. She was 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, see 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 me
“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 can’t fall o. 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 wont happen until after marriage. That is it!. While talking to myself in this manner, I slept off.

Then something came up.

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It was 1st of April, my birthday. Bisi and some of the sisters of NCCF came to my house to help in the cooking. The birthday was fixed for 12pm, since we would be having choir practise by 5pm. We ate, drank and made merry. In fact, it was indeed a memorable occasion.

I really enjoyed myself. Pastor Mrs Williams gave a short exhortation. She titled the message Unique Grace, citing practical examples from her own life experiences. We were all blessed. ]

Despite the short notice, I was so surprised to see that some people [b][/b]still came with gifts. The most surprising one was the one sent to me from Bode's mum. When Bode's mum gave me the gift, I asked her how she knew because I remembered I didn't tell her when I saw her in the market the previous day. She said Bode was the one that told her, and she said "no wonder she came to buy many ingredients yesterday!"

She then rushed inside her room and came out with a pack of 4 glass cups. she wished me long life and prosperity". On hearing this, I automatically fell in love with the woman. I collected it from her with thanks and after the birthday, we went to church for the choir practice.
We ended the practice around 7pm. Everybody left for their houses. Bode was discussing with one of the brothers when I left the church. I got to my room around 7.15pm, the sisters who cleaned the plates and utensils we used for the birthday did a thorough job. They tidied up everywhere, including my room, and set everything in place. I laid on my bed, closed my eyes, thanking God for the day and everyone He used to make the day a lovely one, when I heard a knock on the door. "Who is that?". I asked as I quickly came out of my thought. "It's Bode o". Of course, I could recognise his voice. "Come in, the door is not locked" I answered.
Before he could enter, I quickly got up and sat on the bed, I adjusted my dress and brushed my hair backwards with my right hand. I
wondered why he came back, after all he had been in my house since morning. When he entered, he sat down on a plastic chair in the room. He said his mum told him I came to buy ingredients from her the previous day, and that she loved my simplicity, and all those stuff.

He said some other things, and upon all, I could get that he really didn't have anything important to discuss with me, he only wanted to see my face again.
When the time was moving to few minutes before 9pm, I told him
to be going, as it was getting too late, more so, his mum had been
calling. Finally, he got up and said "Ok, Sis Sewa, good night". He came over to where I was, and gave me a very tight and warm
hug. I could sense a feeling from that hug, but I ignored it. Anyways, he left that night. But what was his plan?

To be continued in Episode 6.

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.......Episode 3

Daddy did not give me money that day.He was so crossed with me, it was mum that gave me transport fare and a stipend which i managed till January allowance was paid.
Thank God for the foodstuff i took with me from home, i would have learnt a wonderful lesson from “Mr Hunger”(lols) .
On getting back to Oyan, Bode was still around becaues 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 don't know how he did it,but he went back to
school the following week.
Soon rumor was beginning to spread amidst the choir members that something was going on between i and Bode. Before i knew it,it became the subject matter of every gossip 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. I 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 the rumor 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 you might be wondering why i wanted to see u..said
Mrs Williams”.
“Yes ma”. I answered.
She continued….It’s about a rumor going on in the church.
Can you please shed more light on d relationship between you 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.
Anyways, i’ve denied it on your behalf, i only wanted to confirm
from you, because the very first day i set my eyes on you, i knew you came from a christian home,and i have no doubt in my spirit that you are well trained..but then, i want you to be very careful because there is power in tongues. Don't give the devil any chance at all,and
don't trust yourself..if you see or hear a child of God saying “i trust
myself, i can never commit fornication”..then,you have heard
or seen someone at the verge of falling. Remember 1 Cor 10
v.12.
So,please be very careful and theLord shall help you IJN.
I said “Thank you 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 the last born? not even the one next to me!..Well,i just need to be careful,help me Oh Lord!”.
So, what happened next?.

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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 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 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?

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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

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