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Love Letter Written in 1935.

Dennis Memorial Grammar Schodol,
Ogazi House, P. O. Box 31, Onitsha, Eastern Region,
Nigeria. 16th March, 1935.

Dear Sweetie,
Time and ability plus double capacity have forced my pen to dance automatically on this benedicted sheet of paper. I hope you're swimming in the wonderful pool of Mr. Health there. I am also perambulating in the cool breeze of wellness here.

Sweetie pie, the reason why this miraculous thing is happening is because, honey, I love you spontaneously, and as I stand horizontally parallel to the wall and vertically perpendicular to the ground now, I only think of you, since you are a fantastic and fabulous girl, put together as fantabulous. I implore you to decipher this my anthem of love oozing out from the innermost pendulum of my thoraxial cavity.

Darling, please stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because I love you more than a snake loves rat.
To me each day I start by dreaming of you. Each time I see you, my metabolism suddenly halts and my peristalsis goes in reverse gear. My medula oblongata also ceases functioning.

Crazy, crazy, crazy you may say but this is verily veritable. If only you knew what is going on in my encephalon, you would prostrate. That's why I need to see you vis a vis soon for a better elucidation through tete a tete. No hyperbole & onomatopoeia, simple candidness.

Only you and me are protagonists in this subtle affair. As I cogitate and ruminate over the last episode, I genuflex before the Omnipotent and implore him to let this affair emulsify.

By the way, I was bamboozled, scintilated, exhilarated, and left in a state of prolonged euphoria by the contents of your missive which was quite edifying and exalting. It left my bio-chemistry in a paradise-like equilibrium.

Empirically speaking, I love u chemically... I don't ever want to see gloom and doom looming over your angelic live portrait. Let my appellation be scribbled across your heart, with indelible ink. If any boy tries to ask for your companionship, tell him that u are leased and caveated.

I think I have to pen off here, because I still haven't finished studying electrolysis polymerization. But before I evaporate, I like to revitalize your memory with those encapsulating lyrics which proclaim that your catarrh is my butter, your p**s is my mimbo, the world's greatest lover is me.

Catch you later. Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs bite you because you are too sweet for them.

Goodbye for now.

Your slave in love, your pillow, your cushion,

S. Okonkwo (Samboozzer)
(Class 3B).

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THE FIGHT FOR LOVE (A CHRISTIAN STORY)
EPISODE EIGHT

I was inconsolable!

I wept for almost two hours not knowing what else to do and what killed me most was the fact that my husband was lying in our bed, not saying anything to me!

How can someone’s wife be crying and the person won’t be moved?

How?

When I realized that all my strength was gone and that I couldn’t even lift a finger anymore, I remained on the rugged floor, sniffing wetly there.

After about thirty minutes that I was in that position, I heard the bed creak, my husband came close to me, helped me to stand up and led me to the bathroom.

I couldn’t say a word! I couldn’t lift my head! I was just too weak!

The whole world seemed to be against me! I didn’t know why; I didn’t know how it came to be but all I knew was that all around me smelt like hate!

My husband released some warm water on my head, washing my silky hair down my body, rinsed it perfectly and when he was done, he wrapped a towel round me and led me out again!

He did not say a single word to me!

I felt like pushing him away so he wouldn’t touch me anymore but I just couldn’t even raise my lip.

He sat me on a stool, picked up my hair dryer, plugged it and it started blowing hot into my hair. Soon, my hair was no longer wet. He rubbed in some castor oil and pulled it together with a black bond.

He applied some lotion on my body and wore me one of my favorite evening gowns. Afterwards, he pushed me with the swivel chair before my desk and opened my Bible before me.

He tore out a sticky note, scribbled something on it, gummed it on my prayer notes and pecked me slightly. He returned to the bed, covered himself with the duvet and shut his eyes.

Tears rushed to my eyes.

Why?

Why?

Why?

I asked myself series of questions not finding a single answer to just one of them. I was too overwhelmed!

I struggled and eventually bent my head to see what he had scribbled in the paper and my heart dropped and shattered to pieces.

It’s okay to cry. Yes, cry. But I hope your reason for crying is genuine. I hope it is not pretentious or cunning. I hope you are really repenting.

I turned to look at him on the bed and he looked so peaceful on the bed.

Repenting?

Have I been sinning that I need repentance?

It’s okay to cry?

“Ah….Lord!” My mouth uttered as soon as it opened. “Why…why…whhhhhyyyyyyy???” I screamed all of a sudden.

As soon as I started wailing, my husband alighted the bed and started walking to the door as if I was a plague to be avoided.

“Honey” I called out at once and he stopped in his tracks.

“Yes?” He answered without turning back.

“Can we please have a chat?”

“And you won’t shout or cry?” He asked and I swallowed.

Shout?

Cry?

Why is this man not emotional or even caring in the least? Why?

“I won’t shout. I won’t cry” I said and he came back to the bed and sat in it. He wasn’t in anyway looking into my face.

“I want you to please tell me the truth as I ask you these questions” I started and he nodded.

“Why are you not a good husband? Why?” I asked as calmly as I could and he nodded.

“The Lord is the judge of that my wife. If I am good husband to you or not, God is the witness and you are a witness as well, except you want to lie”

“Lie?” I raised my voice and when he gave me a knowing look, I lowered it. “How have you been a good husband to me? How?” I asked my voice really shaken. He sat right and picked up his Bible.

“This is the Word of God. It tells me to love you like I love myself! Don’t I do that?”

“No!”

“Really?”

“Really!”

“Let’s check it out. When the Lord says I should love you as Himself, what did he mean?”

“You tell me”

“Of course, I will”

“Christ gave Himself to us! I give myself to you. My body, my spirit, my soul! I don’t deny you in bed, never! I pray for you, I love you deeply. I hate to see you hurt”

“So, why was I crying and you didn’t even flinch? You didn’t move an inch!” I started sobbing.

“I was not happy seeing you hurt! It saddened me but your tears were needed. You needed to cry and repent and change!”

“Am I a sinner? I am your wife. How am I a sinner?”

“Should I start telling you how?” He asked and chuckled.

“Yes I want to know”

“I will tell you but let us be clear on one thing. I love you. I give my body to you, I give my prayers to you, I give my love to you in public and in the private, I give my money to you, I give my respect to you, I give my help to you, I give you my all, my time, my energy, my warmth, every single time, any day! Is that correct?” He asked and there was silence as I sobbed.

He was totally right!

I had always been judgmental of him and all but to be frank, he had been all to me that the Lord had said a man should be to a wife.

“But have you been a good wife to me?” He dropped suddenly and I frowned slightly as I scanned my heart.

Have I?

“Yes I have”

“How?”

“I gave you two beautiful ladies. I train them up in the way of the Lord. I treat you well in bed, I help your ministry and support you every time”

“Is that what a wife should be to her husband according to the Bible?”

“Sure”

“No my wife! Submission is the real key! Reverence! Do you really submit to and reverence me? In the public, you can easily shout me down and call me names! Your husband!” He said with pains in his eyes and my heart dropped.

I didn’t know. I didn’t know I wasn’t doing what God had instructed.

“You are literally the pastor of our church while I am just a figure head! You fill the whole space. You count all my grammatical errors and correct me in front of the church, our new visitors, our children! You reduce me to nothing but what do I do? I pray for you, I correct you even when you shut me down, I still treat you well and wouldn’t revenge. Every single person can testify that I have been a good man to you but have you?”

I bowed my head at that and started crying silently.

How could someone be this right and accurate? How?


“If you had been kind of 50% not too nice before now, immediately the marriage issue of Mo started, you became 100% strange and strange!” He said and I sobbed louder.

“You talk to me anyhow! You talk to Mo anyhow and treat her testimony as trash! A whole pastor, national pastor came over here to talk to you but there was no honour or regard for the man. You talked him down and walked him out! You seized your daughter’s phone and operated it as if it was her. You lie easily, deceive easily, despise the Word of God easily and you have become so proud and arrogant! You talk and everyone must stand still! You uphold Bible Life Church above what the Word of God says and not only that, you are acting as a matchmaker! You want to matchmake your daughter with someone you barely know…”

“I know him! I know him well! He is the son of the National Pastor of Singapore!” I burst out and he shook his head.

“No wonder! Because of connection, you wanted to become their in-law right?” He asked and I couldn’t answer him.

He was so correct!

Immediately I met Mrs. Ariyo, Dada’s mum at a programme, I fell in love with her grandeur and really envied her position. She looked well connected that I knew that being her in-law would make me a great figure to reckon with also in the church.

At 60years old, my grandmum and granddad were already National Pastors.

At that same age, my own parents were already State Pastors.

But I was the same age and my husband and I had not even left the Province stage. It was so tiring for me especially when I knew that we had more spiritual anointing that those that have been placed over us.

I realized that Dada Ariyo was Mrs. Ariyo’s son and to cut the long story short, one day, he came over me after service, asking me to greet Mo. He said hi should tell her ‘Happy birthday’ that he saw the notification on Facebook.

I decided to come in at that point when I realized he was attracted to my daughter till he voiced out to me that he would love to marry my daughter. I approved it and asked him to go tell the Marriage Council.

It hadn’t really dawned on me that I was being manipulative and selfish but with the discussion I was having with my husband, it was so clear- sadly clear!

“And I am sure you were the one that approached him, advertised your daughter saying ‘Have you considered my daughter, Mo?’ Wasn’t you?”

“Yes, I was. I won’t lie, I was” I burst out crying. The allegations were just too much and to even kill it all, they were not mere allegations, they were so true!

“I wanted my daughter to get married in the church and…”

“The church is one! There are no three or four or thousands of churches, the church is one even as our Christ is one!” He said firmly. “We are not talking about so called assemblies that worship strange gods and burn incenses and carry out some fe**sh rituals, no! Those obviously have shifted their focus from Christ to other things. Those are not a part of the Body of Christ obviously”

“Yes, that’s what I am saying. Not all assemblies out there are churches indeed”

“No, not all. It is not only members of Bible Life Church that will make Heaven! Not at all! Members of The Way of the Cross Church where Emmy attends who are ready when the rapture takes place will also make it to Heaven!”

“Hmmmmm…”

“And many of our own church members who are not ready when the trumpet sounds will not hear the sound of the Trumpet!” He said and I sighed.

“But you didn’t like the Emmy before. How did you suddenly come to…”

“I was only supporting you because I felt you were really guiding the child out of your mother’s care. Immediately I prayed about it and I realized that Emmy is the real deal, I tried talking to you but you just wouldn’t hear.”

“Emmy?” I shrugged Hmmmm….I seriously desire my daughter marries in the church though”

“It is well with you!” He said with a finality and I sighed. I didn’t even know what to again.

“Where did it all go wrong for me then? When did I become a monster that you have described?”

“There was one word I got as I prayed for you”

“Okay?”

“Religion! You have become really religious!”

“Oh!”

“How do you know if you have a religious spirit? I will tell you.” He said and I nodded as I picked up my writing material.

It broke my ego to admit that I had been acting strange but if Mo could shout at me and scream that I should ‘Wake up!’, I knew that something must be really wrong with me.

I wanted to see if I could fix it! I wanted to see if I could become Mo’s sweet mother again.

“One sign that you have become religious is that You are always critical of other people’s walk with God. You think that every other person doesn’t know how to serve or walk with God well. You are the best and no one else does it any better”

“Hmmmm…My God!”

“Another sign is that you perform Christian duties but have no passion or hunger for God. Everyone who sees you see fire but you know that deep inside, you are as cold as ice!”

“Ah! Oluwa mi o!”

“Also, you desire position and honor in the church more than honor from God”

“I do that! I do that!” I had started crying.

“Another salient sign is that your identity is rooted in a lifestyle of Christianity instead of in Christ. You are prouder of what church you attend, who you are in the church than who you are in Christ or what you are in Christ!”

“Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus” I wailed as each of my husband’s word hit me strongly.

“You know about the truth of Jesus but not the way of Jesus. He said, ‘Don’t do this’ and all, you know that but how to stop doing it, you do not know! You have the form of godliness but you lack the power of godliness”

Tears poured out of my eyes heavily.

“You project righteousness but inwardly, you are filled with anger and resentment”

“I am! I am!” I fell to my knees, buried my face in my bed and wept.

“I am so happy that you know.” He said and paused. “How can a mother hate her own daughter so much so that the daughter even knows?”

“She hates me too!”

“She hates you? Can’t you even see that she craves to have your attention? Someone would intentionally call you ‘Mo’s mum’ just to have you correct it and say ‘I am your mother too’ but you condoned it!”

“Well. She has brought me more pain that anyone has in this world”

“Really!”

“Yes! At a very early age, she stained our name! She got impregnated by one foo…”

“Fool? Have you seen?” He snickered. “You curse easily now too” He said and I sighed. I was really having an embittered heart towards Mola.

“She got impregnated and she bore you a grandchild….”

“At age sixteen!”

“It is of course painful! But she lost the child! She lost the church and promised never to do anything immoral again! She said it was even her first time ever trying it. Does it mean you should hate her? Does it mean you should curse at her and neglect her? Don’t you know that she has a good heart? Of course, she does! If she doesn’t have a good heart, she would have hurt Mo but she loves her still! If not because of your attitude, she might have even come to the faith! You keep pushing her out!” He said and I sighed.

“I don’t know. the thing is just painful anyway. She got pregnancy for one guy that doesn’t even…chai! She stained us! She did!”

“And she is changed! She might not be saved yet but she is changed in that regards. If the Lord rubs your offence in your face, you won’t be standing here talking! Christ loves us regardless! You should love others too regardless!”

“Christ loves us regardless!”

“Regardless my dear! Regardless!”

“Lord, I’m so sorry. I am really so sorry. I don’t even know what to do again. I am so sorry, Lord.”

My husband stood up and looked into my face questionably.

“I can’t believe this is my wife!” He broke out into a large smile. I had not seen him smile like that in a long while. “Should I really start jumping and dancing or what?” He asked and I started crying as I went down on my knees.

“Pray for me! Bless me, my husband! Forgive me! Just bless me, I pray. I am so sorry” I cried, holding on to his knees as I wept harder. My husband rose his hands up high.

“Lord, I am thankful to You for making Mo speak out at my wife! If she had not spoken out, she might have remained indifferent to all that has been happening in this house. Lord, I worship You….” He continued.

I said ‘Amen’ as much as I could.

Of course, the Lord used Mo for me! He did!

Have mercy on me oh Lord!

*****************************************

I looked towards the dining section and saw the back view of one of my daughters. It looked like Mo but the hairstyle looked like Mola’s. As I walked down the stairs, it seemed more like Mola but she was humming a Christian song- ‘Amazing Grace’

It can’t be her!

Going close to her, I realized it was Mola. She raised a cup of coffee to her mouth and bit a small portion of toast in her mouth. She saw me and nodded in greeting.

“You are going out?”

“Yeah!”

“To see a guy?” I teased. I wanted to start a conversation but her face looked so scary when she looked up at me. It seemed like I had pressed a wrong button.

“Hmm hmm…I can’t see a guy?”

“Mosun, I want you to give your life to Jesus!” I said but my girl dropped her cup angrily and raised her hands at me.

“Mummy Mo, abeg abeg, no start o, please. With all the Jesus crises in the house, I should come and add my own join, rara o.”

“And that’s not it o…”

“It is how ma? Abeg let me date whoever I want to date. I will date my soldier boyfriend” She said and my head sparked.

‘Your what?’

“Wo ma, don’t even try to stop me o. I am Mosunmola, not Mopelola o. I no go gree! If you push me anyhow, I will just run away with him to America and do a sitting room wedding there”

“Ehn?” I frowned, my heart running really wild.

“Yeah! And I will post the pictures on Facebook and Instagram and tag all your church members so that they will see I am not bound by your rules!”

“Mol…” I exclaimed, tears almost rushing to my eyes.

“Mummy Mo, don’t even cry o. Don’t! You people almost convinced me to believe in God and the Will of God but with the cold and civil wars in this house since how many months now, who will believe those lies?” She screamed on and on.

“Mosunmola my darling daughter, I am sorry. I am so sorry” I said in a very soothing way as I could. She looked up into my eyes, her brows knitted.

“Me? You darling daughter? When? How?” She kept asking and I smiled at her.

“Please forgive me for everything that….”

“Mummy, abeg stop this…” She said still looking shocked. I smiled largely as it felt good in my body.

“You called me mummy! You called me mummy!!”

“When did I? I didn’t o” She denied, looking away from my face.

“You did! And I am so excited!” I said and she gasped.

“Since when have you been starved of the name mummy? Doesn’t your daughter Mo call you that?”

“It’s good to hear you too call me mummy! It’s been years” I said as tears ran down my face. She looked into my face and away shyly.

“What’s this woman doing? C’mon stop! If you are doing this thinking that I will help convince Mo, ah, you lie o”

“No! Not because of that!”

“Because of why then?”

“Because I am so sorry. I am really sorry for being a bad mother to you! I am sorry for being unforgiving towards you! I am sorry for throwing you away when you needed me most. I am so sorry” I cried on as I went on my knees.

“Don’t kneel before me! Don’t!” She tried to pull me up but I wouldn’t leave her legs so she knelt before me too, still frowning.

“Just leave me! I am the old one out of your children. I chose the wrong path, I….” She started and looking into her face, I saw someone who was love-thirsty. I wrapped my hands round her neck and wept.

“I was disappointed but I lingered in my disappointment for too long! I pushed away from the Lord! I didn’t act like a Christian”

“No you didn’t” My almighty Mola broke down in tears. “I am sorry too. I am so sorry. I didn’t act like a good child. I disrespected you. I hated you. I called you names. That was so bad of me. That was so bad of me” She wept on.

We stayed in that position for a long time, crying and petting each other, laughing at each other’s red nose and crying again. The peace that followed the warm embrace was enthralling!

I heard the shuttering sounds of a camera from upstairs and I saw my husband looking down at us with a camera in his hand and a large smile in his face.




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THE FIGHT FOR LOVE (A CHRISTIAN STORY)

THE FIGHT FOR LOVE (A CHRISTIAN STORY)
EPISODE SEVEN

It had been two months since I last heard from Emmy!

There was no call, no text, nothing!

His social media accounts were all not reachable- he seemed to have suspended or deleted his accounts.

“He must have even returned to Germany. He said he had less than a month or so before” Mola had told me.

I held on to the promises of God. He had said a ‘yes’ to Emmy so all the battles that was rising up, which was confusing me, I had handed over to the Lord.

I had gotten a slot at the Indian Consulate and my job had been going on well. I was determined to block away all thoughts of love, marriage and relationships until God would work things out by Himself.

Bro. Dada wouldn’t stop sending me messages anyway. Whenever I got any of his messages, I would laugh, delete them and move on. I never replied any, neither did I ask him to stop.

I was before my desk one day when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Mola who was reading a novel on the bed asked.

“Can I come in?” Was the response. Mum!

“If you want to o” Mola said and well, the door opened.

“Good evening ma” I greeted, turning back slightly to look at her.

“Evening my dear” She said, looking cool in her evening gown.

“Good evening Mummy Mo” Mola greeted casually.

“Evening o, the sister of Mo” Mum replied spitefully, her nose raised at her. Mola gave a witchy laugh and turned to her side to continue reading.

I pressed the enter key so my mail could get delivered and I turned the swivel chair to face mum.

I wondered what she had come to do in my room.

She dragged a chair and sat in it, directly in front of me.

“Mo, I want to discuss something with you”

“Okay ma”

“Let’s pray before I start” She said and prayed briefly.

“Amen” I said to the final prayer point and she sighed after the prayer.

“Mo, are you angry with me?” She asked all of a sudden and I gasped.

“No mum”

“So, why have you not been free with me again?”

“Hmmmm” Mola let out as she turned noisily in bed.

“Mola, please don’t say a single word while I am here. Just keep quiet! If you are not satisfied with any of my words, you can get out of here! I am not here to discuss with you, I want to…”

“Iya Mo! You can shout ehn! Did you hear me say anything…Ah, nawa o!” Mola exclaimed angrily, jumped down the bed, started wearing her slippers and walked out of the room, banging the door after her.

Mum let out a long hiss, eyed the door as if it was Mola and faced me. She quickly wore a fine smile and repeated her question.

“Free with you what way mum? I wake up in the morning, report at my workplace and get home in the evening. I barely have time for myself too”

“Hmmmm….maybe sha! But you are not angry?”

“No”

“Okay. I trust you for that. You are a very special child to me”

“Thank you, ma” I said, feeling very uncomfortable with the discussion.

Mola walked back inside and I chuckled silently. I trust that she would not want to stay out of the latest gist. I knew her anger wouldn’t last.

“How far now?” Mum asked and I feigned ignorance.

“Mummy, what is the matter?” I stressed, looking disinterested.

Mum broke down into tears at once.

“What is my offence? Why? What is it?” She cried on and I raised my hand to my face, not really interested in any drama.

“I am going to be 62years next month. I got married late and had you children late! Just you two! Why are you the same set of persons the devil is using to torment me? Why?” She wailed on.

I did not say anything.

Mola chewed at the gum in her mouth noisily like she wasn’t concerned.

“Even if nothing, for the fact that I bore you girls, aren’t you supposed to make me glad and happy? Aren’t you supposed to pay me well?”

“What is the problem?” I asked her again, not knowing what to say.

“Why are you placing Dada on a hold? Why are you telling him that you are praying since over two months and you aren’t saying anything about the matter?”

“Mummy, you want us to talk about marriage matter?” I asked calmly.

“Yes! That’s what I want! I want to see my grandchildren! Even people that are not my agemates have grandkids!” She stood up and raised her hands to the ceiling, wailing again. “Lord Jesus, when will my own joy also come? When?”

“Mo’s mum, abeg, don’t turn this place to a mourning room o. I am trying to read over here” Mola said and I winked her to stop.

“Mo, can’t you give this Dada boy a chance? Can’t you?” She asked, obviously disregarding Mola.

“She said she is not doing o! Na by force? She doesn’t want Dada!” Mola shouted into her face. Mum frowned all of a sudden and faced Mola squarely.

“I have lost hope over you! I warned you not to interfere in this whole thing, why are you? If you don’t want me to place curse on you, shut up! If you don’t want to go, let the person that wants to go to go”

“But mummy pastor, can I ask a question?” Mola asked

“Hmmmm”

“Why do you love to curse? I thought a Christian shouldn’t curse. I thought you should bless only with your mouth and not curse”

“Shut up!”

“It’s when you are cornered that you remember that someone should shut up! Ah, these days ehn, you’ve just been weighing cursing on different people that come your way! Ah, is it now curses you sell?” She asked again and gave out a witchy laughter again.

Mummy suddenly picked up a pillow and threw it at her. She dodged it and started laughing, singing a weird song.

They want to kill me o

But God will not allow them o

They will keep failing as they try o

They don fail patapata!

Both of them continued in the fight until Mola eventually had to leave the room. My head ached really badly.

“For my sake Mo, can’t you say ‘yes’ to this brother?”

“And for your sake mummy, I will live with him, right?” I asked, trying really hard not to be angry.

“Can’t you get married in the church so as not to put your father and I to shame?” She asked and paused again. “I know it might not be rosy but can’t you just obey your mum?”

I sighed deeply when the depth of my mum’s stubbornness dawned on me.

“Mo, it is better to marry a demon in the church than an angel outside the church!”

“Mummy, let’s stop!” I screamed all of a sudden. “Mummy, why? Why? Why are you this adamant and determined to destroy my life? Why for crying out loud?” I screamed and looked into her eyes. She looked really shocked.

“It is until I am 40 years old that you will allow me marry right? Let’s go ahead with it! I need your consent to marry, right? No problem! Since you have said no, I am not getting any married! I am not!”

“All because of this Emmy, right? You are being disrespectful to me because of this Emmy, right?”

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful but can’t you check it too mum? Check you motives well! Check your intentions well! Check your desires well and check your behavior of late well mum! Is it godly? Is it biblical?”

“Na you sabi that one! Where is this your Emmy? Emmy this, Emmy that! Shior! Where is he?”

“You chased him away!”

“Oh really! Well, let’s assume that I chased him away truly. Is he supposed to just give up and throw in the towel? He doesn’t know what he is doing! Just give Dada a chance! Just trust your mother’s instinct! Trust me!”

“Mum! Please let’s stop! I plead with you by the mercies of the Lord to let’s stop ma. Please” I almost started sobbing.

“God knows how much you have threatened him! God knows how much you have cursed him! God knows what you did to him to make him send me that kind of message! Ah, mother! You didn’t try for me! You didn’t!”’

I had gotten to the breaking point and I knew I was going to go all emotional. She stood before me looking all shocked.

The day Emmy came to visit, I got to the egg supplier and realized she had left. When I called her, she said I should stay in front of the gate as she would soon join me. The soon turned to over thirty minutes. When she arrived and gave me the five crates of egg, a message entered my phone. I placed the crates of eggs in the car and checked my message. It was from Emmy.

Let’s not do this any longer, please! I have met almost everyone in your home already and sincerely, I don’t want to go on any longer. I don’t even have any explanation to give but my spirit wouldn’t agree with this whole arrangement again!

I thought I was dreaming until I drove into the compound and realized that he had really left. I even met my mum crying profusely as I entered.

“That boy is not for you o” She wept on but nothing made any sense to me.

“What did you do to Emmy? What did you say to him?”

“Shae we were only seeing a movie o, after a while, he said he was leaving!”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that o”

“You didn’t collect his phone to send me a message right?” I had asked and she looked up at me suddenly.

“He sent you a message? Let me see. Show me” She had said, collected the phone from me and wailed.

“Why would he send you this kind of message if he truly loves you…ah…”

“Mum, you were not the one that sent the….”

“How could it have been me?” She shouted angrily at me and I had to go in that day to start calculating what could be wrong.

Mum’s reactions were a little too exaggerated for me and I found it difficult to believe that Emmy was not the one that sent me that message but what would I do? I couldn’t reach him! I couldn’t!

“You are raising your voice at me?” Mum asked and I blinked hard as I came back to reality. Even I was shocked at myself. It was the first time I would raise my voice at my mum or anything. Even though she had been very funny in the past months, I still asked God for more strength to understand and submit to her as my parent.

“Mo, have I pushed you that far? Too far for you to shout at me?”

“Yes mummy! You didn’t only push me. You have pushed me to the wall, held my neck in a strangling manner, taped my mouth and pulled my legs and hands backwards in a slavery mood. Mum, you have tried! I really throway salute!” I shook my head though I found it impossible to believe that I was the one talking.

“All I am doing to you; you think is slavery? Some people are looking for godly parents like mine to guide them but…”

“Mum, you are doing more than guide already! You are doing too much mama and it’s killing me! You met the person I love and that God approves, you refused him and didn’t care if I cried my whole eyes out. Afterwards, you tricked him to meet with you and use that opportunity to kick him out of my…”

“If he is for you, he wouldn’t be kicked out no matter what”

“Who knows what you used to kick him out? Who knows mum, who knows? No matter how huge a molehill is, if an ocean rushes at it, it will bring it down!”

“Is he a molehill? You shouldn’t marry a molehill but a mountain. A mountain is what you need for a man! No matter how much ocean runs at a mountain, it stands tall and it….”

“Mum, it is well ma. Even if it is at 60 years I am able to get a man that you will accept, let’s wait till then, mum!”

“Over my dead body! You can’t even wait till thirty. I won’t let you do that.”

“Okay mum. You will force me and drag me to a man’s house, right?”

“If that is what it takes, I will do it for you”

“Then, I will even have a marriage that is worse than yours mum. Your own marriage, is it heavenly? The obvious answer is ‘No!’ If you want me to have a monstrous marriage, keep pushing me ma.” I said and bowed my head in total obeisance.

“Mo! You are saying too much!”

“Mum, you are doing too much too!”

The room opened suddenly and Mola entered, clearing her throat. Her eyes glittered with some excitement and I wondered what it was.

“It looks like mother and child are still engrossed in some discussions” She said and there was silence.

“Anyway Mo, this is for you.” She faced me and I nodded in anticipation. “There is a man in the sitting room, waiting for you”

“A man waiting for me?” I asked but with the excitement in her eyes, I thought I could guess. “Emmy?” I asked excitedly but she shook her head, waving a finger at me.

“He says his name is Mr. Dada Ariyo” She dropped the bombshell and I squinted as I looked into my mum’s face.

“Mum, what is all this?”

“If Mohammed will not go to the mountain, the mountain will carry itself and go to Mohammed please” She said and I shook my head as tears rushed to my eyes again.

“Mum, you have been determined to sacrifice my life on the altar of ego, religion and pride, right?” I asked with tears.

“I hope you are not leaving the room to see the guy though” Mola asked, arms akimbo. “The guy is fine and tall and he smells nice but I don’t like him. The aura around him stinks” She added.

“I know you are the one! You are the one entering her head and coming out! You won’t bring a man home because of course you lack the character! But the one that I ready for something, you will not allow her…” She continued, fuming with anger

“Continue mummy! Sing on!” Mola clapped, a shrewd smile on her face.

“Leave my daughter alone and stop making choices for her!”

“Mum, she is not making choices for me! The Lord made the choice for me but you are intentionally throwing the Lord’s choice into the bin for your own choice!”

“I have the Holy Spirit in me, so whatever choice you say I make for you is Spirit-controlled” She said and started searching through my wardrobe.

“They are already searching for what you will wear o, Mo. And you that like fine boys now. I hope your mum won’t succeed in making you fall for this guy o”

“The Lord of Hosts rebukes you in the Mighty Name of Jesus!” Mum screamed into her face.

“And you too mother” She replied as mum started chasing her out of the room again. Mola seemed to be enjoying the whole thing but mum looked so frustrated.

“Wear this gown quickly my dear. Your hair is well brushed, I just need to help you using edge control to hold this place and this place down. Do you still have enough perf?” Mum started asking as she surveyed me from head to toes.

“I am not leaving this room, mum!”

“You lie! You will leave this room for the sitting room because you have a visitor waiting for you!”

“Mum!”

“Daughter!” She exclaimed back at me as she started forcing the gown down my body. I felt very hot from my inside.

God, have mercy!

“Follow her” I heard the Spirit tell me.

“Sir?”

“Follow her” I heard again and I sighed. I reluctantly allowed her do whatever she was going to do on my body as a song formed on my lips.

Shepherd of my soul

I give You full control

Wherever You may lead

I will follow

I have made the choice

To listen for Your Voice

Wherever You may lead

I will go

As I sang, tears rolled down my face and as it did, mum mopped it for me.

“You will be fine! You will love him” She said and I nodded.

“Continue mum! Continue!” I said with a finality as she eventually pushed me out of the room.

Straightening up as I walked into the sitting room, I looked round and couldn’t find him. When I did, he was seated in front of my piano, playing a tune.

I sat down and as soon as I did, he changed the tune and started playing ‘Shepherd of my soul’- the exact song I was singing in my room!

What a tricky coincidence!

“My baby was singing that song in her room just now!” Mum said, clapping her hands as she entered the sitting room.

“Oh really! Thank You Holy Spirit.” He said and stood up. “I didn’t even notice that Angel has entered the room. Oh, my angel, good evening” She said and bowed slightly.

Angel?

It sounded so ‘salty’ in his mouth! Like when something is over salted and poisonous to one’s health.

“Hello” Was all I could say.

He settled down and wouldn’t stop looking into my face.

“Mum, I must confess that the Lord loves you ma” He said and mummy started laughing.

“Why?”

“See the beauty He gave to you, mummy. He made sure you transferred it to your beautiful daughter. See her glowing like a well-done oil painting” He said and I cringed at that.

That sounded somehow obscene in my ears but my mum laughed, so I smiled uneasily too.

“I think I should leave now so you people can have your time” Mum said and soon, she was on her way.

“Mopelola, I must say that you are fully endowed! You are indeed complete in beautiful riches as your name implies” She said and I smiled absurdly.

“To God be the Glory” I said through my teeth.

“I am blessed” He said and I shot him a quick, dangerous look.

“What do you want here?” I asked, somewhat harshly.

“Let’s pray before we start talking” He said and before I could answer, he was on his feet, singing loudly, his hands raised to the sky and soon, he was speaking in tongues.

“For this wonderful beauty that You have given me, I worship You Lord! What else do I need in a woman? Lord, this is my satisfaction! Where else do I have to go to find a virtuous woman, here is my final bus stop Daddy! I adore You! I praise You! In the Name of Jesus” He continued and as he did, I kept shaking my head.

There was something off in the whole conversation!

He looked and sounded like a dangerous person to me. I didn’t want to believe that but anytime I looked at him, I felt a strange kind of fear enveloping my heart.

“Mopelola” He said when he was eventually seated. I followed his eyes and realized they settled on my breasts, his tongue, massaging his lower lip slowly. I froze.

What do I do Holy Spirit?

What do I do?

I picked up a hand fan from a stack of books and placed it in my front so as to distract him. He looked up into my eyes then, smiling shrewdly.

“I am so sorry that my eyes strayed.” He smiled. “I am a man and there is no way you will be before a beauty like this and you won’t be shaken!” He said and I nodded.

“How can I help you, Mr. Dada?”

“I want to marry you.” He said and I chuckled.

Such a disrespect!

“You want to marry me? Just like that?” I asked, obviously irritated. He laughed loudly.

“I know you need all these fairy tale proposals and I will give you but at least, let us fulfil all the righteousness of the church first. You know what I mean?” He asked and winked at me. My heart skipped a beat and the next and the next, till I choked.

“I cannot marry you Bro Dada.”

“Because you love a guy that can’t fight for you? That can’t suffer for you? A chicken kind of man?”

“My mum told you that?”

“Sure!” He said and paused. “And I must tell you that these kinds of men do not fit you! You deserve better! Someone like me, Engr. Dada Ariyo!” He said and I shook my head.

“Do you even know Jesus? Since we have been talking, you have been speaking and speaking and boasting!” I said and he gave a loud laugh again.

“If you want us to go spiritual, the foundation of your house is not strong enough to hold it, my sister. I decided to start this way so it won’t be that I am boasting of my spiritual prowess. But are you looking for a man that will protect you spiritually, here he comes” He said and I shook my head.

If Emmy was the one saying all these, I would be tumbling and rolling in laughter but the more the guy spoke, the more irritated I felt. He seemed to me like a talkative, loose, uncultured, lustful and worldly guy!

“So, what gist do you have for me today?”

“I have no gist for you today, nor will I have one tomorrow or next, so stop coming around?” I said and he squinted calmly and looked deep into my eyes.

“Why are you this harsh? Why are you different from what your mum has said about you?” He asked, his eyes suddenly turning red- dangerously red.

“I don’t know o. If it is my mum you want to marry, go on! Is it any of my busi…”

“Is it because of the Emmy guy that you are like this? What is the assurance that you will get him? I am in this case already and no one….” He moved closer to me, breathing heavily. “No one can take away from my claws, what I have laid my hands on” He said scarily and sat back in a chair, smiling like he was not the one that had just threatened me.

“Claws? Is that a threat?” I asked, shaking from the inside.

“Threat? Never! I can’t threaten you o. Who am I? I am just telling you what the Lord has placed in my heart.” He said and I smiled.

“My brother, thanks for coming but let me tell you something so you get it clear. I am not led to you! I don’t know what my mum has told you or whatever but should I tell you? I am not and cannot be interested in you” I said, looking into his strange eyes. He rubbed his forehead and nodded severally, smiling mischievously.

Mola entered then and started clapping.

“For the first time ever, my sister is making sense! Ah, Father I am grateful o” She said as she moved closer to him.

“I am a police! I saw you clearly threatening this lady seated here” She said, pulled a stool and sat directly in front of him. “We all have the freedom of choice. Forget it if her mum has said whatever about her to you, that is her own. She is over 28years and she knows what she wants. Leave her alone!”

“Who are you?” He asked, raising his nose at her. Mola started laughing.

“See your comportment sef! How can you raise your nose angrily like that at your supposed sister in law? Ah! You are just not it! You are not it at all”

“Who are you, I ask?” He shook in red anger and I had to stand up.

“Dada Ariyo, thanks for coming. You can leave now” I said when I realized that he was looking dangerously at my sister.

“Dada Ariyo?” He asked as he faced me. “You dare call me Dada Ariyo?”

“Sorry o, is that not your name?” Mola asked and he gasped, obviously very annoyed.

“When I introduced myself to you, this god-forsaken lady was not here with us, so….”

“You are so rude. You need to go now please” I said hurriedly. I knew how dangerous my sister could be too. She had a gun and anything might happen.

“I will go! I see you lack respect! You to me? Dada Ariyo?” He asked again and I was transfixed.

Is that not his name?

Am I not pronouncing it well?

“Leave now!” Mola ordered, opening the door for him.

“I will leave, of course!” He said, standing up. He turned to look at me. “But tell your mother that she made a mistake making me step into this house because when I have set my eyes on a thing to have it, I must have it!’ He said, laughed mischievously and moved out through the door.

“Get out! You lie! You cannot get this one, lailai!” My sister shouted at him and he suddenly turned back to face her.

“The way the Lord will deal with you ehn, you will understand why it is dangerous to put one’s mouth in someone else’s business!”

“I don’t know the wicked God you and Mo’s mum have been talking about in the recent times. The God that I know, that Mo and Emmy serve will not just do something unworthily! Carry your wicked god away from here, omen of evil!” She said and banged the door after him.

Just as soon as the gate was jammed, mummy looked downstairs almost immediately, her face looking milky, making it obvious that she had been in the bathroom all these while.

“Where is your visitor?” She asked

“He just left” Mola replied.

“Left? Why? He didn’t even bid me goodbye?”

“No, he couldn’t wait to do that. Just like Emmy couldn’t wait to say goodbye to Mo, this one you brought was not able to say goodbye to you too”

“Whaaat!” Mum’s eyes widened. “You people chased him away? Mo, you allowed Mola to influence you that you…”

“That guy is a negative influence mum. You wouldn’t believe that he kept looking down at my breasts and licking his lips as if….”

“Shut up!” Mum screamed and all of a sudden threw one of her slippers down. As it travelled down, aiming at me, Mola pulled me and we dodged it. “Why won’t you see his eyes travelling down when you don’t like him? Why won’t…”

“He has left sha o. And we are not marrying him” Mola said again and mum threw another slippers at her. Mola started laughing and dancing.

“Throw more! Throw the whole shoe rack down at me!” She laughed on.

“You are the one! It is you! If not because my mouth is anointed ehn, I would have placed a large curse on you. You are….” Mum said on, looking all frustrated and marching down the stairs.

Mola gave me a knowing look, picked up my hand again and pulled me. We started running as far as our legs could carry us into our room with mummy throwing throw pillows, shoes and any object she could find at us.

Mola jammed the door as we entered. We breathed so heavily and gave each other a ‘high five’. Mola laughed noisily as she turned the door lock twice.

Mummy started banging the door as if she would bring down the whole house.

“You children will regret this. You don’t do this to visitors. That is very rude.”

“Why did you do that to our own visitor then?” Mola asked and she banged the door again.

“I am not talking to you Mola! You are obviously not my child! I don’t know where I got you from! Mo, won’t you say anything?”

“Mola is wrong!” I said and Mola looked into my face questionably.

“You see! You are wrong Mola! Who are you to….”

“She is wrong because she said you sent our visitor away! You didn’t! you sent our visitors, plural, visitors, away mummy! Till date, you have never mentioned to me that Pastor Mensah came here, have you? The gift he asked you to give to me too, you haven’t given me. Why are you being this vicious mum?” I paused to swallow. “And on meeting the almighty Bro. Dada that you have been talking about, I just discovered he doesn’t even deserve the ‘Bro’ appellation! Whaaaat!”

“Mo!”

“Mum, please wake up!” I banged at the door as if to say how loudly I did it would determine how fast she would wake.

“Mo!”

“My sister ‘yaff wake up’ oooo” Mola started dancing and I shook my head because I really didn’t need her to add more petrol. I wanted mummy to really wake up and see things for herself.

I was seeing an entirely new mum! A mum that was very different from the one that I had had before the issue of marriage came up!

“I love you mum, but please wake up for me! For me Mo! I need you to wake up so you wouldn’t endanger our lives and family! Mummy, please” I cried heavily, falling down to the ground and weeping profusely.

“Mo!” She exclaimed again, but weakly. I wept on as I sat on the ground not knowing what to do. Not knowing with which strength, I had shouted at that moment.

Lord, help me!

Father, protect our home!

Savior, have mercy!




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