Hear my story episode 8

It was Pastor Mrs. She was on her way to school that Monday morning as she taught in a primary school at Oyan, but she quickly branched at my place to check on me. She came with a basket containing pepper soup, jollof rice, vegetable soup and obe ila alasepo (okro soup with stew ingredients). 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 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. She asked,
“Can I drop you at the health center for your injection, since it’s on the same route to my school?”
“I’m not ready yet ma, I will take a bike. Thank u ma”.
Later she called me on phone, “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 u to come with us yesterday. But, hope u 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 “Don’t try it! You’ll disappoint her. You can see how she loves and cares for you, she’ll withdraw the 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”. “No! Don’t tell me there’s nothing when obviously there’s something. That’s a lie, and I don’t expect you as a child of God to tell one, if u don’t want to share it, just say u don 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 u 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 ma.” She left.

I got to the health center that morning and saw a choir member. 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 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 corpers’ 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.” Then what happened next? Watch out in Part 9.Keep connected.