Susan Revenge episode 11 – 12

SUSAN’S REVENGE 😡
💥 Episode 11&12💥

I threw myself heavily on the bed. My stomach growled loudly again.

“God! I’m hungry! What am I going to eat?” I asked, obviously tired of starving all day.

My eyes were almost teary.

“Lord, please provide for me. I can’t starve like this. Please help me!” I said, my eyes were almost teary as I said those words.

I could fast very well. But I don’t know why I go extremely hungry when I’m not fasting. And when I’m fasting, I always reduce my work load. I do so in order to avoid stress and focus on prayers.

Today’s hunger was extreme. There was no money. There was no food left in the house. I look for water and drank. It was all I had left. I drank and drank till I was full.

Then my hunger became worse. I rolled from one end of the bed to another.

“God! Can’t you do something! I’m in pains. I can’t go out there and beg. I’m ashamed to do so. Please help me.”

I never knew revenge is not sweet. This is too much to bear. When am I going to eat again? Where would the food come from?

Lord why are you doing this to me? I wanted to resign, but you didn’t allow me. Do you take pleasure in my pain?

These were the thoughts in my heart when this scripture came like an angel.

“Matthew 5:10-12. Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness’ sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake.

Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you”.

I smiled and sat down.

“SUSAN! I WANT YOU TO DO ME A FAVOUR?” Came the gentle whisper.

“Ah! God! You want me to do you a favour? That’s too much Na! I’m your girl! Just command me. I’m your slave! Why ask a favour as if I’m one big woman sitting on an office chair?”

I felt my stomach shaking. I knew what it meant. The Holy Ghost was laughing. It didn’t take long, I started laughing too.

“God! See person wey never chop since morning dey laugh”.

“YES! THE JOY OF THE LORD IS YOUR STRENGTH”.

I grinned and moved to the edge of the bed, placing my feet on the floor.

“SO ABOUT MY FAVOUR!”

“Ah! Stop teasing me Holy Spirit!” I said bubbling with excitement.

“Just tell me what you want?”

“DANCE! SING AND DANCE!” Came the whisper.

“Sing and dance? Do I even have the strength?” I asked, as if I was talking with someone in the room.

“THE LORD IS THE STRENGTH OF MY LIFE!” Came the gentle response and I grinned.

“Yes! But why am I dancing?”

“FOR GREAT IS YOUR REWARD IN HEAVEN”

How I got the strength, I cannot explain. I jumped to my feet and began to sing and dance.

“All the days of my life I’ll praise You.

Everything that I have na you gave to me Baba.

Lord I say for your Love I’m grateful.

Jesu you love me plenty, you came to die for me.

Jehovah Rapha Jehovah Nissi.

I Am that I Am, The Great provider

I searched around, there’s no one else like you.

Lion of Judah: You’re the mighty Man in battle.

Aiyee! God has given me victory

Aiyee! He has given me victory

Hallelujah eh (Halle)
Hallelujah eh! Halle
Hallelujah eh! Halle
Hallelujah eh!

Come and see what the Lord has done for me.

He has taken away my sorrows and now I’m free!

Agam e buru hallelujah e buru (I will carry hallelujah)

Agam a para hallelujah para o (I will carry my praise)

Because of Jesus everyday na shakara I dey do.

Double double heavenly blessings na him I dey receive.

God Your Grace and mercies always dey follow me”.

Sweat broke out on my face as I continued dancing. I was so excited beyond words.

Suddenly, a knock sounded on my door.

“Chai! Holy Ghost! Why do you allow a visitor to interrupt our fun?” I mummured and went for the door.

I opened it and was shocked by who I saw.

It was Sophia.

I had questions written all over my face. What was she doing here? What does she want? How did she find me? Well, questions could come later.

“Hello Susan! Please, I’d love to have a word with you”, she said gloomily.

I knew something was wrong. She was here to seek my assistance. So

I quickly brought her in.

I offer her my only plastic chair and sat on the bed. She is thanked me and dropped her hand bag which was looking heavy on the floor, sitting down.

“I know you must be surprised why I’m here. I’ll go straight to the point.
Susan, I was once like you. I was called lady Apostle by my Christian friends.

I was a preacher. I loved Jesus with all my heart”.

She sniffed and tears cascaded down her cheeks.

“But when I got here, I disappointed God. I allowed Mr George defile me. I lost everything. I had no boldness to preach anymore. I lost touch with God completely.

George promised we would do it just once. But soon he would stop my salary and ask for my body. I starved for weeks and when it was unbearable, I returned to my vomit.

That continued untill, I got used to it.
I stopped going to church. I lost my conscience and became one with the Devil.

But since you came, I had been watching you. Everytime Mr George asked to see you, I followed you. I eavesdropped on all your conversation with him.

I’ve never seen such boldness, determination and consistency. I knew you were everything I wasn’t. It made me desire God again. But I feel like I’ve gone too far!”

She bent over and broke into tears. I felt her pain too.

I remembered how I promised myself to avenge Chioma’s death. I was not the best of Christians. I had my own ups and downs. I’m a product of God’s mercy and grace.

I stood up and took her hand. I looked into her eyes and said with conviction.

“That’s the Devil speaking. Would you love to hear the voice of God?”

Sniffing, she nod her head in affirmation.

“Whosoever comes to me, I would in no wise cast away. That’s what God says”, I said, smiling.

She threw herself on her knees and wept bitterly.

“Susan! You don’t understand! I did it not once, not twice. I even aborted three babies for him”.

“Hebrews 8:12 For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more”, I replied.

“Susan, you don’t understand!”

“Sophia! I don’t need to understand, because I understand one thing. God is not a man that he should tell lies.

My God is not a liar! It’s too impossible for him to lie! I don’t need to understand, because God’s ways are not man’s ways”.

“What can I do?” She gr0-ned and went down on her knees, hands bracing her from the floor.

“Come, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

I don’t care to know how many abortions were commited, come. I don’t care how many times you sinned against your body, come. I don’t care to know if you’re the worst sinner on the planet, come!”

Suddenly, she s¢ræmed aloud

“Lord I’m sorry……..!”

“Thank you Jesus!” I said as I waved my hands in appreciation to God.

“What can wash away my sins?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

What can make me whole again?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Oh! Precious is the flow,

That makes me white as snow.

No other fount I know.

Nothing but the blood of Jesus!” I sang as she rededicated her life back to God.

It was awesome. I rejoiced in my heart having a Christian sister in Queens high school. Yes! God is truly at work.

After the prayers, we spoke for a while and because it was getting dark, she hurried back home.

I walked her to the door and waved her goodbye.

I shut the door and turned, only to see a polythene bag on my bed.

I rushed to see what was in,side and brought out its contents.

The first take away contained rice. The second one contained salad. Last, was a drink of cold Hollandia yogurt.

“Jesus Christ!”

“SO WHO WAS HUNGRY?” The inner voice whispered.

I burst into laughter.

“Thank you Jesus! I’m so grateful!” I said as I opened the jollof rice.

To be continued…

SUSAN’S REVENGE 😡
💥 Episode 12💥

I went to work the next day with so much excitement in my heart. I felt like a princess. I felt like I was on top of the world. An overwhelming joy from within engulfed me.

I met Sophia that morning and we looked like siblings. We had a he same excitement on our faces. It was so glaring that others had to ask what was going on.

We found ourselves giggling without control. It felt good to have a sister in Christ around you. We could talk so easily and feel the same way.

Everything was completely beautiful, untill Sophia walked in unhappy. I studied her expression and knew something was wrong.

So I decided to ask her what the Devil had done to steal her joy.

“I never believe the Devil would come back so quickly. Just when I started laughing again, he came back to destroy me”, she said almost weeping.

I was moved by her sorrow.

“Sophia, we are now sisters under the same father. Please share with me. What happened?”

After a brief silence, she spoke.

“He wants me!”
I was completely lost. What was she referring to?

“Who wants you?”

“Mr George!” She answered and was almost crying.

Is that why you want to cry? I can’t believe it!

I felt like giving her a slap across the face. Oh my God! This is an opportunity to show him the new life you have received.

“Sophia! Stop those tears!” I said softly.

“I don’t know why it’s like this?”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Anytime I try to rise, I fall again!” She complained bitterly.

“Sophia stop that!” I said angrily and she looked at me in surprise.

“What did you tell him?” I demanded.
She sighed.

“He told me to meet him at the s₱0t where he usually parks his car after closing hours”.

“And what did you tell him?” I asked.

“I told him yes sir!” She answered.

My anger boiled within me. I felt like giving her a knock on the head. I wish she had given him a hærd time like I did. I so much loved my biff with Mr George. I enjoyed my revenge so much.

“SUSAN! SHE’S STILL A BABY IN THE LORD! SATAN WANTS TO CATCH HER YOUNG. HANDLE HER GENTLY”, Came the gentle whisper.

My anger faded immediately and I felt compassion for her. I placed my hands on her shoulder and looked into her eyes.

“It’s okay dear! The Lord will help you!”

She nod her head in affirmation and looked down.

“I wanted to say no, but I was so afraid of him. I wish I had your strength”, she said and shook her head.

I patted her shoulders.

“Psalms 27:1 The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

Verse 2. When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.

Verse 3 Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident”.

She looked up at me and nodded.

“My sister, stop being afraid of Mr George. He cannot eat your body anymore. It is now the temple of God. Don’t be afraid of him. Tell him you are a Christian. Tell him you are a child of a King”.

She sighed and stood up.

“I know it’s going to cost me my job, but I’ll do it. I won’t lose this opportunity to make Jesus proud of me”, she said.

“That’s the Spirit sis! Not that crying lady you were displaying earlier!” I said and we both burst into laughter.

After closing hours, she walked up to Mr George with boldness.

“Get into the car!” He said like he had a right over God’s property.

“George you were not there when Jesus bought me”, she replied.

I stood at a distance watching.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked grimly.

“I’ve been bought. I cannot give you another man’s property. It was well paid for. Do you have a higher price to counter his payment?” She asked.

“I don’t understand you. I said get into the car! What’s all these I’ve been bought all about?” He asked, with a confused expression.

“Mr George! I’m a Christian. I cannot do those things any longer with you. Jesus owns my body and he decides what I must or must not do with my body. And in this case, he says no!”

George’s laughter stung my ears. He laughed and laughed, but I saw Sophia smiling confidently.

“So, after giving it to me for three years. Suddenly, you became a Christian”, he said mockingly.

“Yes sir! I am not ashamed of who I am. Neither am I ashamed of the saviour who was not ashamed of receiving a sinner like me”.

George laughed loudly.

“Why are you Christians so stupid?” He asked with a mischievous grin.

“We are not. A man without Jesus in his heart is the biggest fool on earth. He is a slave to his passions and a captive of his own schemes.
Mr George, enter the car Jesus offers you. Let him drive your life to the right destination. Jesus
would…..”

“Enough!” George s¢ræmed.

“I’ve tasted you several times. You’re not even sweet anymore. I just wanted to manage you and you are here talking nonsense.
You have one week to make up your mind. I’m sure you wouldn’t love to starve anymore. So think about it very well. By the time you get really hungry, you’ll come to your senses”.

He entered his car and drove off.

Sophia stood transfixed. She covered her face with her palms for a while.

I had to leave my position and catch up with her. Getting to her, I hugged her tightly.

“I’m okay!” She said and lowered her hands. Her eyes were burning with determination.

“I thought you were crying?”

“No, I was just saying a word of prayer to God”, she answered.
I breathed down in relief. Thank God for her solid faith.

“Susan, if God could give you such boldness in the face of persecution. Then, I’m ready to face anything. I’m not going to ever fail him again”.

I looked into her eyes and smiled.

“Susan, it’s getting late. We need to start going” she said smiling and drew me along with her.

Usually, she took a cab home, but today she walked with me. As we got to a nearby restaurant, sh pulled me aside and told me to wait for her.

I waited outside while she went in and bought what she wanted. She came out with two polythene bags.

“Here, this is yours”, she said and turned to leave for her house.

“Hey, I thought you were following me home?” I asked.

“I only went this far because of my hidden agenda”, she replied and winked at me, raising up the bag in her hand.

Before I could say thank you, she hurried off.

“Wow! Thank you Jesus!” I said as I turned for the street that led to my house.

I sat down and ate. It was already 5pm when I got home. She bought jollof rice with big chicken lap on top.

“God is good!” I said as I finished my meal.

I climbed my bed and laid down tired. I kept thinking about all that had happened till I drifted away.

It was dark in my room, when the man in a tall white shining robe walked in at sat down.

“Daddy!” I smiled as I saw him.

“OH MY BELOVED SUSAN!” He said. His voice was so gentle, filling me with overwhelming joy and peace.

“You came to my room?” I asked.

“YES! I CAME TO SAY WELDONE! IM SO PROUD OF YOU MY PRETTY GIRL!” He said and I felt like Daddy’s pride.

I felt if anyone touched me or tried to harm me Daddy will crush that person.

“SUSAN! YOU HAVE PUT SMILES ON MY FACE. YOU HAVE MADE ME PROUD! YOU BOASTED OF ME BEFORE YOUR BOSS. THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING!”

I was blushing.

“Daddy, you don’t need to say that. I’m your slave. How can the Almighty God tell a mere mortal like me thank you!” I asked.

Though I could not see his face because of the brightness. I knew he was smiling.

“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?” He asked.

“Daddy!” I answered, surprised by the question.

“DO PARENTS THANK THEIR CHILDREN WHEN THEY PUT SMILE ON THEIR FACES?” He asked.

“Yes, but yours is different”, I wanted to argue.

“AM I YOUR DAD?”

“Yes!” I grinned, feeling on top of the world.

“SUSAN! BECAUSE YOU HAVE MADE ME SMILE! I WILL IN RETURN, CAUSE YOU TO SMILE!” He said.

I woke up and stared around. My plastic chair where he sat was exactly at the same position it was in that dream.

To be continued