Hear My story episode 1

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 worsh¡pping 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 wh0le 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.
 
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?”
 
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 in,side 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 relationsh¡p 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?.