SISTER ADESEWA’S TALE – PART 8

SISTER ADESEWA’S TALE – PART 8

After the action, Bode started begging me. I could see he
actually regretted, but the deed had already been done. I
told him to go, I just didn’t want to see him, and he left.
I locked the 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 the Principal and wished me quick
recovery.
I couldn’t attend d burial nor singing practise on Saturday,
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 the health centre. I was treated on
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 the only one at home, I declined. So, they left after praying for me.
I slept off and woke up late in the 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 the bed.
Again, I remembered “Let him that thinketh he standeth
take heed, lest he fall”
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 n began to pray “Lord, Forgive me….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 the
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 cant
Lord!.I cant!!.”.
I didn’t hear the 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 the other end.
I moved to the door, unlocked it, and opened.

Guess who was standing there.

Watch out for Episode 9