Hear my story episode 2

 
HEAR MY STORY..Part 2
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 uncladness 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.
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,k-ssed me….and before we both knew it..we did it!.
 
After d action,Bode started begging me. I could see he actually regretted,but d deed had been done already, I told him to go,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.
 
Tbc