My Loving Lover 💕

MY LOVING LOVER

A story of love, trust, abuse and hope.

By Kolade Adenike

Email: nikelotus123@gmail.com

WhatsApp: 08161231496

Blog: Illuminingpen.blogspot.com

APPRECIATION

I bless the Holy Spirit, the Source of my inspiration and encouragement.

Also, shout out to all my friends and encouragers in this path of writing. You are God-sent. The editorial team has been amazing. Thank you for the sacrifices. I love you 💕

CHAPTER ONE

"O God, what's all this traffic palaver again?" Sharon soliloquized as she turned off the car engine. She checked her time, it was already past 9 pm. Living in Lagos can be hectic, in fact, hectic is an understatement. She had been frustrated by everything today. She tried calling her husband and was not able to get through; network issues. What exactly works in this country?', she let out a sigh of frustration as she dropped her phone in the seat after dialling her husband's number for the twelfth time.

Sharon had been married to Ola Steve for a year now. Ola had always been a caring and loving man since their courtship. He was a man who easily caught attention whenever he entered a place. His presence was not unnoticeable, especially for the feminine gender. He was a cool, calm and collected guy with the physical package of TDH (Tall, Dark and Handsome). He talked with this confidence that always appalled her. His confidence in God was also one of the things she admired. She, as a young believer when she met Ola, had looked up to him as a mentor. He was the kind of man that could be talked to without any fear of judgment or misconception; if that was a gift of God's Spirit to him. There was a time she had concluded in her heart as a young believer that he was God's favourite.

'God's favourite' she pondered on that phrase again as the car behind her blared its horn.

"Madam, can you move please?" a woman shouted impatiently from behind the steering of the car after her.

"Oh" Sharon was jacked from her thoughts as she stepped on the accelerator, praying silently that the movement wouldn't stop. It didn't.

She entered the house with body aches all over. Exhausted, she turned on the lights and managed to drag herself to the living room as she removed her wig and shoes. She couldn't wait to get a hot shower to remove all the Lagos dirt that had stuck to her body. She checked the time; it was already 10:30 pm. 'Thank God for fresh air' she said with relief as she scratched her hair which was done in a cornrow style popularly called 'alamole' which was already getting rough.

'I must get my hair done this week. Wigs are like a burden, but wetin girl go do?" She didn't have the luxury of time to make her hair often. She could only afford to make 'alamole' which consumed at most 30 minutes and would carry it at most for two weeks. Ola prefers her on braids or some African hair-dos with extensions, like Ghana weaving in a cornrow or 'shuku' style. But he seldom complains about her hairstyle, unless it's already old and she makes no attempt to make another.

She picked up her phone and saw six missed calls. It was Dr Charles.

She undressed, applied some sugar-scrub on her body and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and allowed the tepid water to unblock the pores of her skin which had accumulated dirt from the perspiration and fumes from the traffic. She closed her eyes and let out a mutter of appreciation.

'Thank you Jesus for today.'

Her phone rang. She stepped out of the shower to pick up the ringing phone. It was Ola calling; her husband.

"Baaaby"

"Sweetheart mi, how are you?" the baritone voice said from the other end.

"I'm fine love, although tired. But I'm better now. Traffic was hectic, and work was demanding today too. Mama called me today to check up on me; she brought up the grandchild issue again though, saying she is not rushing us but wants to see her grandchildren in time before her back becomes stiff and her fingers and knees afflicted with arthritis: I wonder who told her she was going to have arthritis at 65 ... Babe I'm thinking of changing my hair-do this weekend, which hairstyle should I make?"

It was at this point that she realized she was the only one who had been talking since the phone conversation started. This was one of the things she loved about her husband. He was a patient listener. He only acknowledged in-between the conversations with "hmm-hmm", "really?" or "okay". He was a man of few words. Albeit she loved that quality in him, it sometimes irritates her as she would expect him to also join in her chatters.

‘Are you there?" she asked to confirm the line had not broken off.

Yes, I am." he answered. "But what should I address first?" he chuckled.

"Any babe, just to hear your beautiful voice," she said as she pouted her lips.

"Hmmmm, let's start with the hair. I think you should make a nice natural cornrow."

"You like cornrow style too much," she said.

"No, I'd say I love your cute head too much" Ola replied.

"Awwwwn" she cooed as she placed the phone between her head and shoulder, tilting her neck in the process. She opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of yoghurt.

"How was the meeting with your business partners today?" she asked

"It went well, but a little adjustment was made to the contract. They are willing to give us the contract if the profit is made in the ratio 50:50, not 60:40 anymore because they are willing to bear the cost of any occupational hazards involved."

"Ohh. And is the company comfortable with that?"

"We have made finding and discovered it's a good deal. So we are sealing the deal tomorrow."

"So, should I be expecting my baby tomorrow?" she asked gleefully.

"Definitely. I am booking the next flight to Lagos." Ola replied.

"I have missed you, baby." Sharon said.

"I missed you more babe." Ola replied, meaning every word.

Sharon yawned. She was both tired and hungry. Ola sensed that could be the problem.

‘I guess my baby is tired. So what do you plan to eat tonight?”’

Hmmm, something light. Maybe some toast bread or noodles with sausage. You?’

"l already ate some fruits. Let me leave you to get something fixed for dinner. Ola said

”How’s preparation for the final presentation tomorrow?” Sharon asked.

”It’s going fine. I’m just about putting some finishing touches.” Ola replied.

‘” Alright honey. It’s already a success in Jesus' name.”’

”Amen. Have a good night's rest." Ola added

"Have a splendid night. And don't miss me too much." she quickly added.

"I'll try." Ola said as he chuckled.

"And remember to pray before you sleep." Sharon said.

"Ok mummy, I won't forget .or will you just do us the honour?" Ola said

”Ok. Sharon prayed.

"I love you oko mi"

"I love you Ajoke mi"

Sharon dropped the call, but held the phone to her chest. She was already missing Ola, and couldn't wait for him to get back from his business trip. She opened the bottle of yoghurt as she went to the kitchen to fix something light to eat. Her phone rang. Doctor Charles was calling. She cut the call. She checked the time. It was already 11:30pm.

"What does this man want from me? Can he just leave me alone?" Sharon hissed as she put her phone on flight mode. She leisurely strolled to the kitchen to make toast bread and sausage.

Ola arrived by 6pm the following day. He looked more handsome than ever when she went to receive him at the airport. She had seen many heads turning to get a second look at him. One would have thought he was a Hollywood superstar or something. Sharon waved at him; he saw her, smiled and walked in her direction.

"Oko mi" she shouted as she jumped on him to hug him. "I have missed you," she said, her face in his neck.

"Ajoke mi" Ola said as he gave a hearty laugh, balancing his wife as he gently dropped his brief bag on the floor.

For a moment, people were looking in their direction. They sure looked like two juveniles in love.

"I have missed you" she said, her face still in his neck.

"I have missed you too" he replied as he kissed her hair.

She got down as she looked into his face. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. They forgot every other thing and person around; they were in their own world.

The kiss was becoming more intense. Sharon detached her lips from that of her husband, and stylishly looked around.

"We are still at the airport, you know."

"Are we?" Ola replied, a mischievous smile curling his lips.

"Let's get home" she said as she gave a wink.

"Can't wait" he winked back at her.

He lifted his bag from the floor as they proceeded to the car, chatting happily as they went.

Someone was watching them.

TWO

Ola and Sharon got home. She had prepared for him a delicious meal of amala with egusi soup and assorted meat and beef, just the way he loves it. They talked all through their meal as if they had not seen each other for a year.

They finished the meal, Sharon packed the plates. Ola joined her in the kitchen as they both did the dishes.

"When are we going to see mama?" Sharon asked as she looked at her man.

"During Easter. We'll spend a day or two with her." Ola replied.

I can't wait to see mama again. I have missed her gist."

"You and mama and gist." Ola commented.

"Leave us o. I love it that way."

"Yes, your majesty." Ola laughed as he dried the plates with a clean hand towel.

"Shall we?" He asked as he turned to his wife, giving her full glare.

She understood her husband and his needs.

"Ok my king, at your service." she said as Ola swept her off her feet, laughing as they went to the other room to their journey to paradise.

They were both wrapped with duvet on their bed, entwined. Sharon's head was on her husband's broad and muscular chest.

"There is something on my mind I want to tell you." Sharon began.

"Ok my queen"

She was about to tell him about Doctor Charles. She changed her mind.

"Do you remember Remi, my friend?" Sharon asked

"The quiet lady?" Ola asked

"Yes. She just got separated from her husband and two kids. The man chased her out of their home with accusations of infidelity."

She continued "That man is callous. How could he accuse his wife of infidelity after two children? It was not even as if he had a DNA to back up whatever nonsense he was spitting. Men can be scary o."

"Including me?" her husband had asked.

"No, oko mi. You are different. So, as I was saying, the woman is now in shatters. The man even took the twins from her, claiming he doesn't want her to corrupt his children. How come? Ha, that man is callous o."

"Judge not, that ye may not be judged" Ola said as he shifted to adjust Sharon's head on his broad chest. She loved her head on his muscular chest; he loved it that way too. He always enjoyed the aerial view of her cute head. Everything about his wife is beautiful, from the tip of her hair to the sole of her small, beautifully formed feet. She was perfect for him. Many times, he looked at her and remembered the Scripture that says "I am fearfully and wonderfully made". He loved to watch her dress. Although, during their first few weeks after marriage, she was always shy of dressing before him. It was funny one day that she took her underwear and clothes to the bathroom to get dressed. That day, he had shocked her by taking a small chair to sit in the bathroom where she was dressing.

"What do you want to use the chair for?" she had asked as she readjusted her towel on her chest.

"To watch my wife dress up" he replied, a cunning grin lit up his handsome features.

Her almond-shaped eyes bulged in their sockets. "Why now? She said almost pleadingly. "Why are you being dramatic?" she asked him

"Am I?" Ola said as he balanced himself again in the chair and looked relaxed. When she saw that he wouldn't bulge, she pleaded.

"Please baby, I would join you in the bedroom soon."

She waited some seconds for him to stand up, carry the chair and leave. He didn't move an inch.

She didn't know what to do. She does not like her body to be totally dried before applying cream to increase the moisturization and absorption, but her body was already drying up and this man is still there, staring boldly and fixedly at her, making her look like some sort of masterpiece art that caught his admiration in a gallery. She moved her small feet over the other, a habit of hers whenever she was nervous. Her husband noticed the gesture. But he was determined that this silly act of dressing in the bathroo ofm whenever he was in the bedroom was going to end today.

"I don't understand the reason why you would carry your clothes from the bedroom to dress up in the bathroom. The bathroom is meant for bathing, and the bedroom for dressing." Her husband finally said.

"But, I will be uncomfortable with your eyes staring at me while I am dressing." Sharon said, now pleadingly.

"Ohh. If I don't stare at my wife when she is dressing, who should I stare at?" He asked in his cool baritone voice as his eyes slowly moved down her small, delicate body. He returned his eyes to her face and saw she was blushing and embarrassed at the same time.

He stood up from the chair, held her by the shoulder, her hand still clutched to her towel. He lifted her chin to make her gaze meet his. Oh, how he loved her eyes!

"Ajoke mi," he began softly "when we were in courtship, it wasn’t right for us to have access to each other's body in intimacy because we were not yet joined together in the body. We had brought our spirits and souls together in prayers, sharing of our visions and dreams, matters of faith, evangelism, fasting, bible studies, business of the Kingdom, sharing our pains, fears and joys. But now, we are one in the spirit, soul..... And body. You are a very beautiful woman." He used his fingers to trace her jaw line. "Sharon, you are a masterpiece. I love your hair; I love your eyes, your nose, your lips' as he gently planted a kiss in her lips. I love your neck........your voice brings comfort and delight to me, you taste like wine..........every part of your body is an awe." He looked softly into her eyes. "Stop denying me the pleasure of beholding this beautiful gift God has given to me. 'He who finds a wife, finds a good thing and obtains favour from the Lord.' so says the scriptures. You don't need to be shy of me. There is nothing I should keep away from you, and nothing you should also keep away from me. This is the way it is meant to be. I love you, my gem"

"I love you too babe. It's just that I am very inexperienced in matters like this. Thank you for lovingly telling me this. I promise you that I will change." She said as she looked shyly into his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll help you change. We'll do this together." Ola said lovingly as he kissed her.

And she had changed...... keeping no secrets from her husband, except for the act going on at her workplace.

THREE

In fact, over the twelve months of their marriage, she had changed so much that it surprised him. Many times that he had lost count; she calls him to help wash her back where her hands could not reach. It's always a delight for him doing this task though and they have ended up bathing together....

And she tells him everything.

Now, after he had loved her one of the best ways he knows how to, he wanted to have a good sleep. But his lovely wife is beside him telling him of what happened to her friend. He knew she would not agree to talk about this tomorrow, because tomorrow there’ll definitely be a lot to talk about; he's super sure of that.

"I suggest we pray for her." This was the best way to amicably bring the matter to a close in the bid to get a peaceful sleep. He could hardly keep his eyes open anymore; this is how he often feels after he got intimate with his wife.

"Ok." She replied immediately. She strongly believes in her husband's prayer. Her experiences with him had affirmed and settled that in her heart.

They knelt down beside the bed, holding their hands together.

Ola began "Our Righteous Father, we thank You for Your love to us. We bless you also for the family of ......."

"Ayorinde" she quickly chipped in as she knew her husband had paused to get the name.

"Father, we commit this family and the issue they have at hand into Your unfailing hands Lord, see to it in the name of Jesus."

"Amen"

"Father, may the devil not destroy that family in the name of Jesus"

"Amen"

"And Your heritage in that home: those Godly seeds will not be destroyed by the evil one in the name of Jesus"

"Amen"

"Thank You our loving Father, because we are having a testimony after this"

"Thank You Lord"

"We pray in Jesus name"

"Amen"

"Glory to God"

"Hallelujah" Sharon replied, her hands in the air in adoration to her Creator.

"It is settled, I strongly believe that. And I also strongly perceive that the devil wants to destroy that home as the children being his primary target. He wants to perverse their destinies and removes them from the protection of the authority the Lord has given to their parents. Those children are great ambassadors and weapons in the hands of the Lord."

"Hmm, thank You Jesus for this revelation," Sharon said thoughtfully. "Come to think of it, what is the basis of all these faulty allegations Prince was laying against his wife. They had been happily married for nine years now. The children just gained admission into secondary school and now all this uproar? The children are close to adolescence and this is a critical time when they need the guidance of their parents in their lives. A strategy of the devil is to distract them from focusing on their seeds and bringing them up in the way of the Lord. Only if parents are not oblivious to the tactics of the devil and clearly understand the fact that children are like weapons, and the hands that sharpens them matters". She remembered the Scripture that says "My people perish because they lack knowledge", and "do not be unaware of the devices of the devil." Children from broken homes are easy preys to the kingdom of darkness to be devoured and brutally wounded or eternally damned. She had seen a lot of that with her years of teenage counseling.

Ola climbed into bed. He was aching to catch some good sleep. Sharon climbed into bed beside her husband, grateful that she married a man whom she could submit to his spiritual authority without any doubt or hesitation. She actually believed with all her heart that it is settled.

Her phone rang. It was Dr Charles.

She cut the call and dropped the phone as she thought within herself.

'Why does he disturb me with calls?' She looked at her husband who was already asleep like a baby. She made up her mind.

' I will handle him.'

Little did she know that he was prepared to handle her.

FOUR

Asides being a professional nurse, Sharon had been a teenage counselor for years now. She has an organization that has the vision of winning children, teenagers and women to Christ. And the Lord had favoured her and her team in carrying out this assignment successfully. This had been a burden she had since secondary school. With her years of experience with this assignment, she is amazed at how parents take teenagers for granted or say they are too busy to listen to their petty talks. She had come to realize that there is nothing petty about teenagers: their fears, ambitions, doubts, adventures, admirations, complaints, and passion. Last week, a teenage girl of about sixteen years old who was a boarding house student in a secondary school she and her team had gone for an outreach had opened up to her of how her father had been sexually abusing her for the past two years. The school had booked counseling session for the students who wanted to see her after the outreach.

She already had two abortions for him. And anytime she tried to bring up the matter with her mother, it was either she had gone on a business trip, or had an 'owambe' party with her old friends, or she wanted to rest. This hideous act had been going on right under her nose for twenty four months. The girl had entered into depression. Before coming for counseling, she had made up her mind to kill her father with her own hands; she would use slow poison so he could suffer before he finally died or she stabbed him in his pelvis with the kitchen knife so she can relish his pain and agony, the same he had caused her and then would finally kill herself by jumping down her window which is quite a number of feet to the ground. With that, she would fall to her death, and it will be fast.

That day, Sharon was shocked to the bones hearing what the young girl said. She was one of the top ten in her class, but had started dropping when her father started the hideous act with her. Now, she could not even enroll for SSCE because her performance at the qualifying exam for the registration was too low. She would have to wait for the next year to write with the next batch of students.

Sharon had counseled the girl, and prayed for her after introducing Jesus to her.

"This is not the end of life, you know. There is a beautiful future waiting for you to possess....and that future is in Jesus. Yes, you are pained, wounded and battered, but there's still more to you than these shatters you see."

"How do you expect me to believe that...how?" The girl screamed at her before melting into tears. She cried hard for like fifteen minutes, Sharon went out to hold her in her arms.

"It's ok, you would be fine." She said. "You took a bold step by sharing your pain with me." Sharon said again as she cupped her head in her hands.

"I just want to die, but I don't want to die without killing that animal that wrecked my life. I see myself now as a beast. I can't look at myself anymore in the mirror. What did I do to him that makes him hate me this much? I had two abortions for him", she raised two of her fingers as she used the other hand to beat her chest "…two! That animal turned me into a murderer. Many times I have thought of absconding after stealing a substantial amount of money from that woman that calls herself my mother, because I know her ATM pin and some other financial stuff. You can't imagine the mental trauma of the dilemma to kill my own baby, or keep a product of incest. It is an irony that I am totally empty yet filled with an ocean of bitterness. I am a total waste, not useful to myself or anyone else." She said as she dissolved into tears again.

Sharon had been praying in the Holy Ghost under her breath. 'Lord, give me the right words to say to this beloved that had been wounded. Open her eyes to see the reality of Your love in this storm of wretchedness. Make her to see your light and love Jesus. Help her Jesus, Help us Jesus.' Sharon prayed in her heart.

"I'm hopeless. Utterly hopeless...' the girl sobbed bitterly.

"..There's no shadow You won't light up

Mountain You won't climb up

Coming after me

No wall You won't keep down

Lie You won't tear down

Coming after Me..."

Sharon began to sing the song as it came to her spirit. She repeated the refrain over and over until the girl muttered the song with her in between sobs. The sobs gradually declined as she sang the song along with Sharon, who was still rocking her in her arms. She had heard the song before as it is usually played with the sound system in the teenagers section of her church. She had not been active in church because she thinks it's just about some fairy tale or myth of a 'Superhero' that died for the redemption of mind kind. 'How was that possible? Who dies for the sin of other people?' That had always been her thought, but right now, she feels the presence of that 'Superhero' strongly in this room that it's palpable. "Help me Jesus, help me" she said as she placed her hands on her chest. "Come into my life and clear this mess. I need You Jesus." I need You. Be my Saviour, be my Lord, be my Helper, be my Friend, my Comfort and Strength, and Hope to me." She prayed with muffled sobs.

Sharon was still praying in the Holy Ghost within her as she continued the song. She knew the Lord had started His work in the young girl's life, and she did not want to interrupt what He was doing.

"Help me Jesus!" the girl screamed amidst sob again as she fell from the chair she was sitting to the floor. Then, she became still.

"Daddy, perfect your work in your beloved" Sharon prayed as she walked across the room. Some minutes later, the girl stood up, aroused to consciousness. She looked peaceful.

"Are you okay?" Sharon asked her softly.

"Yes, I'm fine" she replied in a soft voice. She had felt a peace overwhelm her that she had never felt before. She had seen a man hug her like in a trance. He smiled and told her He loved her, and that everything was going to be fine. She remembered the words he said to her

"The mountains and the hills may crumble

But my love for you will never end

I will keep forever my promise of peace

So says the Lord who loves you."

Those were the exact words He had said to her. And his appearance was like that of the 'Superhero' they had told her about in the teenage church.

She narrated everything she saw to Sharon. Sharon smiled as she muttered the words "Thank You, Jesus."

"Could that have been Jesus?" the girl asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes honey that was Jesus." Sharon replied, bright smile lighting up her face. "He made His appearance to you as a reassurance that you are not alone. And believe me, you are not alone. He is the one that daily carries us. He bears our burdens and delights in us casting our care upon Him, because He cares for us. He is concerned with everything that concerns us."

The girl broke down in tears again, but this time, was not shedding tears of hopelessness and damnation, but tears of joy at the realization of the new hope she has now found in Christ Jesus, which she was not letting go of, no matter what.

Sharon went out to hold her again, a long warm embrace "Welcome love into the family of Christ."

"Thank you ma. I am grateful I came here first and not to the pharmacy my friend disclosed to me to get a slow poison."

"Your friend?" Sharon asked. "How does she know they sell slow poison there?"

"She is a street girl who is into all manner of things; she is a hustler. I don't know how she came about it, but I knew she was the only person I could ask of such a thing without the fear of judgment or questioning."

"How old is this your friend?"

"She is seventeen years old." the girl replied.

"OK, we'll talk about your friend later." I want you to feel at home with me ok, and if you have any questions, please feel free to ask me."

"Yes ma'am."

"Ohh, you can call me sister Sharon" Sharon said as she smiled, revealing a beautiful dentition.

"Ok ma'am....... sorry......Sister Sharon." the girl said as she smiled also. She was very beautiful. Sharon noticed she had a beautiful diastema in between her two upper incisors. She was caramel skinned and had a long slim neck.

"What is your name dear?"

"Olaife" she replied, a wide grin on her tear-stained cheek.

"You have a lovely name." Sharon commented.

"Where do you live Olaife?" she continued.

"I live at Crestone Street, Crestwood estate." Olaife replied

"So, when do you intend going home?" Sharon asked,

"I am not ready to go back into that house, sis. He is an animal. I dread what he may want to do with me again tonight." Olaife replied....a horrified shout, rather than a reply.

So, you would rather remain in the hostel than go home?

"Gladly"

‘But you know you would not be allowed to stay in the hostel one week after vacation.’

"I would rather die than go back to that house," Olaife replied, her mouth set determinedly.

Sharon knew that the girl was not bluffing, and she was not ready to take chances, not with this one.

"Where is your mum?" Sharon asked Olaife

"Mum? Well, maybe on one of her business trips....I don't care to know." Olaife said, with an irritated gesture.

"When last have you spoken with her?"

"The last time I told her I had resumed back to school" Olaife replied.

"Three months ago?"

"Yes"

"But, how do you come in contact with your father?" Sharon probed further.

"He comes on visiting days to drop provisions and money for me. And he is always around on visiting days. Anyone who sees will think he is the best dad." Olaife gave a bitter sneer. "He is such a hypocrite. He sneaks into my room anytime I am at home when we are on mid-term break or holidays. There is nearly not a day that he doesn't sneak into my room to sleep with me. And he has threatened to kill me if I told anyone, my mother inclusive."

"Do you have grandparents?" Sharon asked her

"Yes, my grandma stays in Lagos." Olaife replied, though it's been a while I have been to her place. My dad disallowed me from going to her place about three years ago. He said one prophet told him she was a witch. I would actually prefer to live with a witch than with my father."

"OK, tell me about your grandmother."

"She is a disciplinarian. And she is kind. I enjoy being with her. She cooks really good, read bible stories to me and listens to my gist. Aside my grandmother, you are the only person that had time for me like this."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do so you are able to stay with your grandmother for the time being. If I asked you stay with me for the break, would you be willing to as me and my team see into this matter?"

Olaife clasped Sharon's hand in hers "I would love to ma....... anything to keep me away from my father."

"Ok, no problem. I will get in touch with the principal, so that arrangements would be made."

"Thank you so much ma, I am grateful for your help....and I will never forget this." Olaife did not know when she stood up to hug Sharon. If there was anything like human angels, this woman is definitely one.

Sharon got in contact with the principal. She and her team had started working on the case; physically, legally, psychologically...... and prayerfully.

Five

The Nagging Past

Few months earlier

Sharon resumed duty on a promising Monday morning. She had been practicing as a nurse professional for about 5 years now, and had accrued quite a number of experiences. Nursing had not been her choice of course of study when she was seeking admission into tertiary institution....she had wanted to study pharmacy. But, as the education system of the country would have it, she got admission into the university to study nursing that year. She was not expecting it. Though she had nothing against nursing, she had just never seen herself as a nurse.

But she was thankful she had studied the course.

The Lord made her discover her purpose in life during the course of her study in the university. And she is not just a nurse, but a nurse with the the Holy Spirit.

"Good morning Nurse Olive" she said gaily to her colleague at work.

"Good morning Nurse Steve" she replied in the same manner, though had a strain of tiredness which was revealed through her eyes and voice.

Nurse Steve Sharon went into the changing room to change into her scrub- the uniform she wears on duty.

She said a short prayer before she went out to the nurses' station. She would soon take over her duty for the day, something she always looked forward to. She always saw her duty as an opportunity to show someone the love of Christ. Many come to the hospital, hopeless. There are some that have terminal illnesses and are to be managed until peaceful death, some have family issues whereby there's no one to show them love and care even on the sick bed, and some have financial issues. Many come to the hospital heavy-laden, and one truth that she is ever sure of is this: only Christ can give rest.

There was a beep on her phone. It was a message from Ola: Have a calm shift baby. Much love, Ola The message had ended with a love emoji.

"And have a bright and colorful day hon. Kisses" Sharon replied the text as she smiled as she put back her phone inside her scrub pocket and proceeded to the nurses' station.

"How was the shift? " Sharon asked as she took a glance around the ward. The beds in the eight-bedded ward filled with patients, only two beds were vacant, and she later came to realize that the patients on them went for X-ray.

"I had a calm shift, though I wish it was calmer. Chief Begunro had been restless through the night. I administered 30mg of pentazocine intramuscularly, that calmed him for about 30 minutes after which he started complaining of pains again. And you know as a chronic alcoholic, his resistance to analgesic is quite high. At a point, I thought of giving him a placebo, to know if it is some sort of imagined psychological pain or real physical pain. His family already requested a DAMA (Discharge Against Medical Advice). I counseled them to continue treatment, until he gets better, but they said they haven't seen any changes for the past five days that he had been brought to the hospital. I called Doctor Ike to inform him of the decision, to see if he could talk them out of it. He asked if I had counseled them medically and made them see reasons to stay, I replied in the affirmative, then he said I should give them the form. According to him, he would be around to sign the form by 8:30am today."

"What of Chief Begunro himself, is he in agreement with the decision?" Sharon asked.

"Well, he is passive. He is too much pain even to say a yes or no"

"I will speak to him, so he could give the final verdict about the DAMA. He is not a minor neither is he unconscious, so he should get to make the decision about his health and treatment, and not thrown in the dark."

Nurse Olive officially handed over the patients to Nurse Steve, as they walked around the unit to each patient’s bed, giving her the medical details for continuity of care. Sharon took in the details, noting the physical assessment of the patients, their level of consciousness and orientation to time, place and persons, the medications, intravenous fluids, intake and output charts, RBG monitoring, physiotherapy sessions and other important information. She was determined to advance today in the name of the Lord: no loss, no lack, and no limitations.

"Well done dear" Sharon replied as she lightly rubbed her colleague's back. She loved this young woman, who is very hardworking and adorable. And for the past two years that they've known each other, they've had a very cordial relationship.

"Thank you" Nurse Olive replied as she rotated out of duty and went to change at the nurses changing room.

Sharon walked back to the nursing station and opened the nurses record for her shift.

"Lord, I nurse to life today, in the name of Jesus." She prayed under her breath. It will soon be 8:30am. She headed for Chief Begunro's bed purposefully.

"Good morning Chief Begunro"

Chief Begunro turned his head slowly towards the voice. His face was stained from streaks of tears. It was obvious he was in pains. He acknowledged the greeting with a slight nod.

"How are you feeling today sir?"

"I feel the same. I feel hopeless. I feel I am going to die from this ailment."

"You will not die Chief Begunro, in as much you have faith and you are receiving treatment. We are managing you medically to the best of our ability, and optimally. So, if you cooperate with us, and you don't lose hope, you will be well again."

"That is the problem.... I'm hopeless."

"Don't lose hope Chief. Your will to live is very important at this point in time. We've had people with your medical condition that are living well with their medications. The analgesics are not very effective because your body has a high level of tolerance to them due to the large amount of alcohol you have been taking for quite a long time, hence they have little effectiveness. But not to worry, God is in charge. We will do our best to care, but one thing I want you to know is that God heals. And Jesus said by His stripes, we are healed."

"Amen. I am healed ooooo, I am healed." Chief Begunro said as he turned on his side, wincing in pain.

"So, I will like to ask you sir, do you want to continue treatment in the hospital or be taken home by your family?"

"Home ke. No o, I will be healed in this hospital, and I will return home healthy. I am not leaving to go anywhere." Chief Begunro replied, determination in his voice.

"So, you would not consent to Discharge Against Medical Advice?"

"Never. Until my doctor says I am fit to go home, I am not going anywhere." Chief Begunro affirmed.

"Good. I will come and give you your morning meditation after you've had breakfast, and that should be before 10am. Your doctor will be coming around by 9am to review you medically." Sharon said, gave a reassuring smile as she went to check on the other patients.

Doctor Ike walked into the unit. He was in his mid forties with his hair already turning grey at the temples. His efficiency, wealth of experience, empathetic and skilful administration of his service has earned him respect and a reputable status among the other health professionals in the health institution.

"Hello Nurse Steve"

"Hi Doctor Ike"

"How's your family?"

"Good, good. We bless God. Yours?"

"Great"

"Nurse Olive said you would be coming around this morning to sign the DAMA form for Chief Begunro as requested by his family."

"Yes."

"I don't think that would be necessary anymore because Chief Begunro is not ready to leave the facility. He is willing to take treatment until he gets better. I think we need to talk with his family members so they can understand the treatment regimen and the prognosis that though it may take time, he will get better.

"That's okay" Dr Ike said as he documented some things on a patient’s folder.

Chief Begunro's wife walked into the unit, bringing his food.

"Mrs Begunro, can I see you for a minute?"

"Yes doctor" Mrs Begunro said.

"I got to know this morning that your husband does not consent to DAMA. And I cannot sign the form without his consent. So madam, we will continue to manage your husband till he gets well."

"My fear is that after spending so much money, his health remains unchanged. That is why the family came to that conclusion" Mrs Begunro said, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Don't worry madam; we will give him our best." Doctor Ike affirmed "So, pull yourself together, and let's hope for the best." Dr Ike said as he turned back to continue his documentation.

Mrs Begunro nodded as she moved to her husband's bedside.

Sharon continued management of her patients, and there were no complications.

Until....

Six

Chief Begunro started having respiratory distress. Nurse Steve noticed and came to examine him and to check his vital signs. His blood oxygen saturation level was really low. It read 69% on the pulse oximeter but he wasn't pale. His wife started crying again, panic clearly written over her. Her son was making an effort to comfort her at the same time bracing himself for the worst.

"Please, you need to go outside for a few minutes, don't worry, the situation is under control. Nurse Steve addressed the relatives of the patient.

She commenced oxygen administration for him immediately and placed him properly in a lateral position at angle 45degrees to enhance his lung expansivity and extended his neck to allow more air into the airway

She contacted the doctor on call as she continued to monitor the level of oxygen saturation in his blood.

Chief Begunro’s wife and his son waited tensely and expectantly at the reception. A phone rang. It was Chief Begunro's brother calling his son.

"Sir, you called at the right time." Bayo said, trying to keep the anxious emotion from his voice "O jo wipe o ti yiwo o ".

"Yiwo bawo?" An elderly voice asked from the other end of the phone.

"He is already receiving oxygen. Although the nurse attending to him says everything is under control, but the way he is gasping for air is really scary."

"Is that so?" There was a pause. "If they say that they have the situation under control, let's believe it is. My brother is a strong man; I know he will fight for his life."

"Ok sir." Bayo said, trying to stifle his cry now.

"How is your mother faring?" he asked further.

"She's anxious, and I am anxious too. I can't trust myself to console her."

"You need to be strong for yourself and the family. I will be flying into the country in the next two days. And please take good care of your mother."

"I'll do my best sir" Bayo replied, bracing himself for the responsibility. The line went dead.

After about 30 minutes that the family had been told to stay outside, Nurse Steve went to address them.

"Chief is now in a more stable condition, although he is still unconscious. Let's keep hoping for the best."

"Is my husband going to die? Ejo eso fun mi... Just let me know and prepare my heart." Mrs Begunro said, still sobbing.

"Madam, I just told you to hope for the best."

Bayo's phone rang. It was Uncle Sola, Chief Begunro's brother that called not too long ago.

"Bayo how is his condition? Is he better now?" He asked from the other end of the line.

"We were just told that he is more stable, and to hope for the best." Bayo replied.

"Ok. Then let's pray and hope for the best. We have to stay positive."

"Yes sir." Bayo replied.

Sola flew into the country 48 hours later.

He pulled out his phone to put a call through to his brother's son, Bayo.

"Hello Bayo. I'm already around"

"Thank God. Trust you had a great flight sir"

"Yes, I did, just that my mind is filled with worries for my brother's illness." Sola replied

"I took my mum home so we could have change of some clothes and get more provisions and toiletries. I'll come pick you up at the airport so we can go to the hospital together." Bayo said

"Alright, I'll wait for you."

"OK sir. We would soon be there" Bayo replied, and the conversation ended.

He had known his uncle to be a man of few words, in contrast to his dad. But he couldn't understand the love between these two. He returned to his task of bringing some clothes from his father's wardrobe. His mum was in the kitchen, making some food.

Some minutes later, Sola saw his brother's wife and son walking towards him. He was grateful that his brother married this woman, graceful, elegant and had faithfully stood with her husband through the good and challenging times. She had twin gestation and delivered a set of two bouncing baby boys. Sadly, one the twins died when they were five years old during an epidemic of chicken pox. They exchanged pleasantries. Sola hugged his nephew as his heart welled with love for him. He hugged his sister-in-law too. At a closer view, she looked quite old and worn. It was strange that after many years of him leaving the country, they are meeting again in this kind of situation. Bayo helped with his luggage as they headed to the car.

A lot of things were now different from how they were ten years ago when he left. It was quite sad that he was home in the midst of this condition. Had it been his brother was his hale and hearty self, they would have toured the whole of Lagos together. But like the adage "when there is life, there is hope", he believed.

They arrived at the hospital two minutes to 10am. Sola had a dislike for hospital environment and phobia for injections since when he was a boy. Seeing nurses had always given him a scare; it still sometimes does. Only in unavoidable situations does he find himself in the hospital. Bayo parked the car he rented at the general car park for patients' relatives as indicated by a billboard. Adjacent to the place was a billboard indicating the space for members of staff of the hospital. The environment was serene with flowers neatly pruned and planted and arranged. The beautiful lawns barricaded by little rise pavements. There were indicators of various units, making it easy to get directions for any first timer at the hospital. The hospital was quite large, and well organized, even the tarred road for easy cruising through the hospital was clean. Security men on patrol were seen at strategic points of the hospital. He saw a group of young good-looking doctors coming out of a unit tagged "Accidents and Emergency", an elderly man, likely to be in his sixties with sharp eyes behind a wide-rimmed pair of glasses came outside afterwards. The group of doctors were talking lowly among themselves and then there was laughter. "Ain't it crazy?Who laughs when coming out of an accident and emergency unit?" Sola mused. Just the mere sight of the place made his stomach tie into hard knots. He saw a nurse in a pink scrub with white sneakers walk briskly by. He felt more relaxed seeing nurses in scrubs.... something seemed to have registered that nurses in white gown were scary in him since childhood! He laughed at the thought. He had quite a number of friends in the health profession. Odd, clearly examining it now mentally as they made their way towards the Male Medical Unit of the hospital, he discovered that he had more friends in the health profession than his profession as an architect. Before traveling out of the country, he had been a successful architect with a blooming private business. He had some connections in politics and he got recommendations for contracts. Most were his colleagues who were involved in SUG back at school. He had been his class representative then. How time flies. He felt the nostalgia of the old good times as the hot Nigerian breeze brushed his face.

He was glad he took the risk twenty years ago when opportunity opened to fly out of the country to the US. He had risked everything then. He remembered how his mother had cried saying he should stay a little longer in Nigeria, at least give him grandchildren before he left. He had told her that she will certainly get grandchildren from him, but he can't afford to lose out on this opportunity. When his mind is set to do something, he does it determinably and with all his might. His mind was set, though well aware of the odds, there was no going back. He already handed his business over to his brother, although he knew little about architectural enterprise. He was confident his brother would manage the enterprise well. He had. Not long after he left the country, his brother called him that he found a promising young architect with some years of experience to run the enterprise as a manager. His brother was very enthusiastic with a lot of charisma. It's a wonder he had not gone into politics, although he had a lot of friends, many of whom are politicians. His sudden sickness still baffled him. He had never seen his brother sick, not to talk of being admitted into a hospital. What could the prognosis be? Bayo had sounded really worried the last time he contacted him on phone. His body suddenly grew rigid as he paused in his stride. Oh no! Could it be cancer? He stood fixed at the spot for about five seconds, a million and one questions running through his mind. It was a passing ambulance with blaring sirens that brought him back to himself. He could not bear the thought of losing his charismatic brother to the cold hands of a slow and agonizing death like cancer. It remains a plaque and a mystery. No cure had been found for the deadly ailment. He had read about cancer disease when one of his co-workers overseas had the disease. Ben had been a robust man with sanguine temperament who was lovely to work with. He was reduced to a bald, frail looking man after series of chemotherapy before he slipped away into the cold hands of death after he was diagnosed with the disease. He had cancer of the brain. He almost made a run and a U-turn at the same time, he could not wait to see his brother and hold him, and at the same time was scared that he might meet him in a condition like that of Ben. He could not bear the thought. Begunro Wale had been strong for the family since the demise of their father. He had taken many menial jobs to get food on their table. He dropped out of school to see his brother through school. He had lived a rough life to make his brother and mother live a smooth one. Although, his brother had said many times that he was not the school type. He suspected his brother hated school because of a mathematics teacher he had in form one who consistently harassed him because he got very low grades in the subject. Actually he had gotten low grades in many other subjects too. But he did really well in Agricultural Science and Civic Education, and excellent in athletics too. Three times he had won the medal for his school at relay and hurdle races, two times at state level and once at national level. Asides that, every other thing had been a Herculean task for him. He had dropped out of school at Form Five to start his apprenticeship on agrochemicals. His Physical and Health Education teacher had encouraged him to further his career in sports, that he had a bright future in sports. Wale Begunro had declined and pursued his dream in agriculture. School or no school, he was determined to make it in life. He had, though it was rough for him. Their mother was a petty trader. Their father's properties had been seized after his death by the family members. And they were thrown out of the house. Wale had cruised through his rough life with anger and determination. He had shown Sola love like a father, though he was just seven years older. Sola would never forget the night his brother was detained at the police station. He had been found in possession of a phone which belonged to one of the customers who patronized their shop where he was an apprentice. Their mother had wept bitterly that day. Why had he chosen to disgrace her and bring shame upon the family? At first, he said nothing, not even lifting his gaze to meet that of his mother. After some time, he confessed that he stole the phone, which he had the intention to later sell to pay for Sola's school fees, and to purchase his books for the new class and to buy the necessary drugs for her mother's ailing health. She had ulcer.

Sola had cried through the night. He couldn't bring himself to sleep when his brother who in the bid to make him pay his school fees and buy drugs for their mother had landed himself in the police custody. He was later released the third day. The customer who owned the money had dropped the charges against him after hearing the pathetic story. He had gone to their house to confirm everything the boy said, which was true. He had decided to help the family. That was the beginning of the pleasant turnaround in their lives. The man had sponsored Sola's education and set up an agrochemical business for Wale after he was done with his training. The man had said Wale should pay him back in installments. However, he did not collect the money again. He said he wanted to test Wale. Life had been good afterwards, although not without its challenges. Wale had gotten a wife when Sola gained admission into the university. Wale had been so proud of him that year. He never stopped speaking about him among his friends. Sola had gained admission into one of the most prestigious institutions in Nigeria to study a professional course that was not easy to come by at that time. Wale had a set of twin boys delivered to him the next year. God has been gracious. Business was doing well, his brother was studying architecture in a prestigious Nigerian university, his mother was ageing gracefully, he had gotten a beautiful wife.... and he has a set of twin boys. He could never have been more grateful.

Their mother had been so happy. She danced and danced at the hospital when she saw the twins. God had taken away her sorrows. She was now a grandmother, a golden dream that was now a reality. She had taken it upon herself to take care of the mother and the twins. She had loved Titilope like her own daughter and loved the twins like her own life.

Sola had graduated with First Class in Architecture from the University. His brother hugged him and held him by the shoulder the way a father would hold his son, his eyes glowing with joy. He had never regretted dropping out of school in the bid to see his brother through school. Their father could not have been more happier. Their mother knelt down and praised God right there at the convocation hall. She had shed tears of joy.

Sola had started work with a government organization. Everything in his life was going perfectly fine. Until he met Lalonpe......

Eight

The Power Of Life and Death is in The Tongue

Nurse Sharon Steve was entering some details into the computer system at the nurses' station of the ICU (Intensive Care Unit). Her curly wig was neatly packed behind her scalp, strands of the curls framing her beautiful face. She was smartly dressed in her navy blue scrubs and white crocs. Bayo, his mum and Uncle Sola entered the ICU.

"Good morning Nurse Steve." Mrs Begunro greeted.

"Good morning ma. " Sharon replied, her eyes averted from the computer system. They rested on the older woman. Her beautiful eyes looked thoughtful as she was engrossed in the activity she was involved in on the system, and no doubt had been distracted. Nonetheless, she gave a professional smile as she returned the greeting. She looked vaguely familiar to Sola. She looked about her mid-twenties.

"You're welcome back. I hope you were able to get some rest at home?"

"Hi Bayo"

"Good morning nurse Steve. How's the shift going?" Bayo replied .

"Well, not bad" she replied with a smile.

'Good morning nurse' Sola also greeted said. His years of living in the US already had an effect on his accent. Sharon knew he wasn't faking it. She felt strangely connected to this stranger. Had they met before?

"How is my husband?" Mrs Begunro asked, tension written on her brows.

"He's getting better. Oxygen saturation is now much more better and other vitals are getting better as well. He is a strong man, and really holding on to life. Let positive thoughts fill your heart and be optimally optimistic in your conversations concerning his health. There's the power of life and death in the tongue. Also, always pray for him. We care, but only God brings healing. It is well him in Jesus name"

"Thank you so much Nurse Steve. Your words of encouragement have geared up and strengthened my spirit." Mrs Begunro replied, tears of appreciation welling her sclera.

"You can go see him now. But only two people at a time with the proper ICU wear as I told you when he was newly admitted here." Nurse Sharon Steve explained.

"Yes, sure." Bayo replied in the affirmative. Mrs Begunro excitedly walked into the changing room to put on the ICU-acceptable wear with renewed hope. Bayo followed his mum, and Uncle Sola was at the rear after he gave a slight nod to the nurse. He loved this nurse and he felt a strange connection to her.

Mrs Begunro walked into the ICU, straight to her husband's bedside.

"Oko mi, olowo ori mi Alani. You will not die. We will live long and grow old together to reap the fruit of our labours. You will your grandchildren and even the great-grandchildren." Mrs Begunro continually repeated as she held her husband's hands, tears in her eyes overflowing their banks.

Sola came in also. He was shocked to see what sickness had done to his brother. He looked much older than his age in the hospital gown he wore and the various gadgets connected to him with the continual beeping, showing his heart activity. Memories of childhood flooded him. He didn't know when he began to cry. "You cannot die now. You will not die. We still have a lot of things to do together....a lot of matters to discuss. You cannot die. You will not die." Sola said as he broke down, weeping like a baby, and continuing the words in broken sobs..

Unknown to them, Begunro, though unconscious was able to hear what they were saying. As they kept repeating those words, he saw a ray of light from the thick darkness he had been in for the past few days. He gradually began to walk towards the light, until he found himself in a strong paranoma of light. He sneezed.......

Nine

Sharon's phone vibrated in her scrub pocket. It's her mum calling calling her. She's fond of calling her to check up on her. That woman is loving, and the love between her husband and her mother was like mother to son. She always blesses God for this blessing.

"Ekaaro maami"

"Oko mi, Ajoke. How are you today and how's my son, your husband?"

"Alaafia lawa maami." She used her head and shoulder to hold the phone, an act she was fond of doing anytime her hands were engaged.

"I came to Lagos for the wedding ceremony of Arike's daughter, she's getting her married this weekend and she had called me to help her with some preparations. I had been doing that, but she wants me to be there physically for the help. And I'll be staying with her for a week. And it's been a while I've seen you and my son's face, so I want to inform you that I'd like to spend a week with you after the wedding ceremony if you're okay with that."

"Maami...you and parties. Ok, I'll discuss that with my husband when I get home." She said smiling.

"Ok dear. How's work?"

"Work is going fine maami. I just would appreciate if you don't call me during work hours. That way, we'll have enough time to gist."

"No problem. I'll call you later tonight then. Enjoy yourself oko mi."

"And you too maami." She said and ended the call. It will soon be time for some pm medications. She scrolled down the names to confirm the medications again.

-------------------------------

Lalonpe dropped her call from the other end. She stared at her phone screen for a few more seconds, looking at Sharon's picture. She would forever be grateful to God for this beautiful gift and bundle of joy God gave her twenty- six years ago. Looking back now at the circumstances that time, it still amazes her how God protected her and the child. Only God knows where Sola could be now. Every day she had prayed for him for the salvation of his soul and a good life. Sola had loved her and she loved him too back then, but Sola's parent and her parents disagreed on them marrying because of the hometowns each was from. At first, Lalonpe thought it was just something that would pass with time, but it didn't pass with time at all. It only grew worse with time. And then it happened, she got pregnant for Sola. She was excited and hopeful that this would resolve the matter and make the two families come together; it didn't.

Sola began to tell her of his plans to travel out of the country. He wanted her to go with him so they could start their family there. That was great news to her, though it meant that they would do without their parent's blessings.

Lalonpe's father fell ill not long after that, and he was taken from one hospital to another. At a point, Lalonpe lost contact with Sola. Every attempt to reach him proved futile and abortive. Could he have travelled out of the country already without informing her? Those days, they communicated with letters. She wrote a lot of letters, but never got any reply. By that time, the pregnancy was three months.

Since then, she never heard about Sola again. She tried to get across to his brother, whom Sola spoke so fondly of, but that was not possible too. She only knew the name: Wale, but where does she want to start searching for one Wale in the whole of Ibadan town! She then realized that she should have just trusted God, instead of getting pregnant for Sola, a mutual decision to soften the hearts of parents from both sides. She had seen the futility of their own human wisdom.

Her father died of the ailment, and he asked her to forgive him on his dying bed for denying her the opportunity to marry the one whom she loved. It was there that she confessed to him that she was pregnant for Sola. There was joy on her father's face as he prayed for her and the unborn child before he breathed his last. Lalonpe had cried so hard she was scared she would lose the pregnancy. She couldn't afford to lose two people at the same time. Her mother had been supportive of her with the pregnancy. The baby came after five months as a preterm....a beautiful little creature of love. She raised Sharon up to the best of her ability. She never remarried. She had met Christ when she was forty years and had been praying for him ever since then.

Looking back now, it had been rough, but through it all, God had been faithful.

-----------------------

Sharon's phone rang again.

"But I already told maami not to call when I'm....." She was cut short as she saw an official number of the hospital.

"Hello, am I speaking to Nurse Steve Sharon?"

"Yes, please."

"The acting CMD would like to have a conversation with you when you are done with your shift today."

"Ok." She thought in her mind 'why would the acting CMD want to see me?'

"Have a nice day." The line went dead and she returned her attention to the screen of the computer.

Sharon was done with her shift by 2pm and headed for the CMD's office. She told the receptionist and was led to the waiting room. Few moments after, she was called in. She met a smartly dressed middle aged woman behind the desk with the label 'Secretary to CMD who directed her to the office and she informed the acting CMD of her arrival after confirming the appointment. She made her way to the office. The office was comfortably big and executive. There was a sofa and some sitting cushion chairs, a small table in the middle of the room, a big executive table behind the sofa and an executive chair. Though executive, the room breathed affluence. Her attention shifted from the room to the person who summoned her. She got the shock of her life when she saw Charles on the executive chair in the office. He was right there on the chair, looking her over like someone who had breakfast brought to him in bed.

'What is he doing here and how on earth did he get here?' she had thought in her mind.

She was later going to realize that this was the acting CMD. This was a nightmare she desperately wished she woke up from. They had dated back in school, and that time, she had not known Christ, and was just like one of the many girls on campus. She had caught his attention when she was in her second year in the university, then, he was at his fifth year, being a medical student, having two more years to complete his course of study in the university.

"Hi baby. It's been a loooong time." Charles said, his face a handsome mischief.....

---------------------------------------------------------

His cocky confidence and demeanor had not changed, he did not even seem to age, save for his more intense eyes revealing experience.

"Charles..." Sharon called his name again to confirm that he was the one she was truly seeing. After three years of disappearance from her life, his reappearance seems chaotic.

"In flesh and blood" Charles replied, as if helping her to complete the statement.

"What are you doing here?" She asked

"As you can see, I am acting on behalf of the CMD, Chief Collins."

Then, realization suddenly dawned on her. Charles Collins was the son of Chief Collins! She had never thought of the possibility.

"Why did you invite me here?" Sharon asked, not willing to stay one more moment in the room.

"What's your schedule like tomorrow? I'd like to take you out on lunch tomorrow if you don't mind."

"What...?" Sharon's jaw dropped as she looked at Charles. Who and what did he think he is? This guy is incredible!

"Sharon, I am not asking for much, I just want you to give me a chance."

"What sort of stupid thing are you saying? I am married. You are my past Charles. Ola is my present and my future. There are many beautiful ladies out there, go get one. But leave me alone. I'm a married woman for God's sake...." She raised her ringed finger for him to see "married"

"Ever since I left for Canada, you never left my mind and thoughts. It was a struggle to focus on other things back then. And do you think it's just a mere coincidence that you happen to be working in my father's hospital? I love you Sharon, and I believe fate has brought us together again for me to make things right again. I have always known that you are mine..."

"Stop right there Charles, I am not yours: never been and never will be." Sharon cut him short.

He tried to move close to her in an attempt to hold her by her shoulders. Sharon stepped back instinctively. She had known Charles to be aggressive, and she was not going to take chances. Once bitten, twice shy.

"I mean what am I still doing in your office? Stay away from me Charles. I am an unachievable feat for you." She said as she hurried out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

Charles smiled as the door closed; he rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger. "You are mine, and always will be." He chuckled as he went back to his seat.

He's s a young man in his early thirties, his father a Nigerian and mother a Mexican. He was breathtakingly handsome. He returned from Canada twelve months ago to take over the reins of the affairs of the hospital because of his father's failing health and not medically fit to continue as the Chief Medical Director of the hospital. Charles was flourishing in Canada, but had to do his father's bidding at least for the main time because of his state of health......and something that rightfully belongs to him.

He had been tracking Sharon for the past three years, and now the opportunity presented itself for him to be in Nigeria. What a beautiful coincidence!

Charles and Sharon were an item back at school as boyfriend and girlfriend. Charles was popular, not just for his handsome look and affluent family, but also for his successful political status on campus. At final year, he had emerged as the president of the Student Union Government. It was something that seemed unattainable for a medical student, but Charles always got his way around things and when his mind was set on something, he achieved it. He had never been a loser....... except for Sharon.

And he was determined he would never lose.

Ten

"Oh God, help me. I need you to help me. Why would Charles show up in my life now? Everything is already going on perfectly for me." Sharon prayed as she drove back home. She passed many billboards with various advertisements, from food, to technology gadgets, to loans and bets.

'Two are better than one, for when one falls, the other can raise him up.' One of the billboards said. Yeah, she had come across something like that in the Bible in the book of Amos, she'll affirm that when she gets home.

Sharon drove into the garage. She was grateful that there was no traffic today. She checked the time. It was 4:00pm.

She horned twice to make her husband aware of her presence. She had seen his car parked in the garage. She couldn't wait to meet him. These whole seven days to herself. Maybe it was high time they talked about his business trips. Although he was building his career, she needed him around her more often. And besides, she was now ready to get pregnant. She had stopped taking the contraceptive injection as agreed by the couple. They had decided that their first year together would be for them to know each other more and plan for their future. Of course, their parents did not know about it. She smiled to herself as she imagined the expression on her mother's face if she knew her daughter had been on contraceptive for the first year of their marriage. The couple had thought about parenting and the need to seek knowledge about it. They just didn't want to go ahead, unprepared.

They had met for the first time at the secretary's office at the Faculty of College of Health Sciences. She had gone to make some enquiries regarding any scholarship program available at that time. Charles had come in, looking so prim, proper and handsome. He must be a mixed breed, she concluded in her mind as she focused on what she came for. There was none available at the moment. She had left the office after she said a hi to him which he replied with an 'hi'. They had met again at the school cafeteria.

'Hey lovely," a voice had said to her as she was about to carry her ordered plate of fried and jollof rice, and egg with some plantain and a bottle of water.

"Hi" she said as she turned around to see the person greeting her. It was the guy she met at the secretary's office two days ago.

'Omo, this guy is dangerously handsome.' she thought in her mind as she picked her plate of food

"Let me help you with that." He offered, giving her a dashing smile.

"No thanks," she declined as she took her plate of food and went to a quiet side of the hall to sit. She was surfing the internet on an assignment they were given in class. She was the group leader of her group and had to have a concrete idea of what they're expected to do so she can do a proper delegation of the sub-topics so everyone would participate. She brought out her phone, at the same time digging into her food. This was a bad habit she knows, but she just had to save time: multitasking....she gave the excuse in her mind.

"Can I join you, beautiful?" a deep voice said, making her to look up.

"O...k" she said reluctantly as recognition hit her. This handsome devil again. This guy is too much of a temptation for her.

"Thanks" he said as he placed his food on the table. On his plate was pasta with chicken thigh and a cold fruit drink.

"My name is Charles. I am a medical student in my fifth year" he said with a smile. "What's yours?"

"Sharon" she replied, careful about revealing much details to him. She had always been skeptical about guys that are as handsome as he is on campus. Her mother had done a good job at that, although she knew she had good intentions of keeping her away from the bad guys.

"That's a beautiful name" he said as he tried the name again on his tongue. There was a way he called it that made her have some sort of strange sensation in her body.

"I like you Sharon; can I be your friend?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes. Mehn, he was confident.

"And what if I don't need one?" She asked, returning the stare. If he thought he was going to have it easy, then he got it all wrong.

"You'll always need a friend like me. Trust me." He said as he winked. Sharon looked away. That face looks too tempting.

"Yes, let me ask, what department are you?"

"I don't think you need to know that" she said as she returned to her food. "This guy thinks every girl will fall for him because of his looks".

"Thats not a big deal; I'll find that out myself. Can I have your phone digits? He asked, bringing out his phone.

"I'm sorry you can't" Sharon replied.

"You know, I love something about you; your confidence and comportment. I'm impressed."

Sharon wished he could just leave her so she can focus on her food and assignment.

"I'd love to eat my food in peace if you don't mind" Sharon said.

"Ok. Sure" Charles said, his eyes lingering on her face now bent and buried in between her food and phone.' This girl is pretty....with wits. I like this one' he affirmed in his mind as he lifted his fruit drink to his mouth.

From that time, Charles had been on Sharon's matter. He discovered she was student in the department of nursing and was in her second year. But she seemed to be a moralist. He had made his research before concluding on that part: she didn't attend church. So, she was not a church girl. He liked her: with her beautiful shape and face, nice skin, confidence and wits, she was not like other girls that fell for a handsome rich guy at the drop of a hat. There was something different about her.

He got her phone number from her roommate and friend, Desire. Desire seemed to have interest in him, but he had a goal and target.

---------------------------

"Oh boy. Our school won the national quiz." Evelyn shouted from her bed. She was one of Sharon's three roommates.

"Really?" Desire exclaimed as she went to join Evelyn on her bed to get the news on her phone.

"Yes o. And that was through our golden boy." Evelyn said.

"Which one is golden boy again bayi?" Sope said from her corner, where she was making cornrows on her head before the mirror.

"Charles of course. That guy is just so perfect: handsome, intelligent, smart, outgoing, social, rich.... he's everything I want in a guy." Evelyn said dreamingly.

"My friend, don't go too far oooo, because as you dey see me so, Charles will soon be mine." Desire said as she did a turn around.

Sope gave a mocking sniff and cough.

"Hey, madam catcher! How many guys are already yours in this campus?" Evelyn stood up from her bed, her hands akimbo.

"See, if you beat yourselves up over a guy that does not even know you exist in any part of the world, it's going to be very stupid of you." Sope said, making out another row to be planted.

"What do you mean that he doesn't know I exist?" Desire demanded angrily. "Let me show you first hand evidence." She brought out her phone as she showed them a selfie of Charles and herself at the gym.

Sope burst out laughing. "You call this evidence? Anyway, you are close sha, at least you have a picture with him."

Evelyn hissed angrily as she returned to her bed. She brought out her ear pods, plugged her ears and put on her system.

Just then, Sharon came in. She just returned from her group meeting for the assignment they had. To an extent, the assignment was done as she had done the delegation of the sub-topics. At the next meeting, the presentations would be done by everyone and observations and corrections would be made.

"Hey guys" she said as she dropped her laptop and bag on her bed. No one replied. She noticed the tenseness in the room. Evelyn seems to be fuming on something, even though she has her ears plugged. Desire was making a mocking music as she busied herself with the phone. Sope and Sharon had a fight this morning about Sope combing the hair in the room without sweeping the breakages, so it was no surprise she didn't answer her. She looked around the room, it was already swept.

Sharon's phone rang. It was a new number. She picked her call.

"Sharon on the line"

"I know beautiful. How was your day?"

"Who am I speaking with?" Sharon asked. She was really tired.

"This is Charles" the baritone voice at the other end said.

She checked her screen again. "How did you get my number?"

"From a friend, how was your day?"

"None of your business Charles." Sharon said.

At the mention of Charles, Desire's head turned in her direction.

"Hey, slow down babe. It's just a harmless call. Anyway, I called to inform you of an executive meeting with the principal officers in the school. Your name was forwarded to me by your class representative as the person that will represent your department and level at the meeting. You can confirm with your class representative."

"Ok then. Thanks"

"You're welcome honey" Charles replied

"Don't call me that, please." Sharon said. He was not going to get to her by his sweet words

"I'll try. Talk to you later. Take good care of yourself" Charles said as he cut the call.

Sharon put a call through to her class representative.

"Hi Jude. I got a call now about an executive meeting with the principal officers of the school.

"Yes Sharon. So sorry I didn't inform you earlier. We would be having an executive meeting by Monday. Please, make yourself available. It was your name that popped into my mind. You know Chioma is currently not around as the assistant class representative. And I know you will do beautifully well at the meeting."

"Ok. No problem. Send me the memo of the meeting to my email or WhatsApp so I can know the other details too." Sharon said.

"Of course. Thanks Sharon."

"You're welcome rep." Sharon said as she dropped her phone.

Sharon began to undress to have a cold shower after a long day. Thereafter, she'll go and get something to eat

"Who was the Charles you spoke with earlier?" Desire asked, giving her full attention.

"We're you eavesdropping on my call?"

"No, I wasn't." She said as she averted her gaze Just heard something that caught my attention"

"Something of fancy." Sope said as she made the last cornrow, her eyes not leaving the mirror.

"Oya, tell me na." Desire said as she pouted.

"You that I greeted but didn't answer now want to know about a Charles that call me."

"I'm sorry jare" Desire replied

"Which Charles is it?" She asked again impatiently

"I don't know. But I know he is a medical student and in his fifth year."

"He's into school politics?"

"I think so. See why are you asking me all these questions?"

"Nothing, just wanted to know. He's my crush."

Sope gave a mocking cough again.

Sharon went for a cold shower and went to get something to eat at the school cafeteria.

“Don’t worry, someone already paid for the meal.”

Sharon looked round the cafeteria. She saw no familiar face that could have paid for her meal.

Can I know who it is?”

“I don’t know either, but that the directive I received from the pay point.”

“Ok thanks.” Sharon took her package and went to the hostel. Who could have paid for her meal, but whoever it was, she’s grateful anyway.

Sharon began to receive different packages from an unknown Good Samaritan. Her roommates were delighted at the goodies they receive in their room every other day

Alright. I’ve had enough of this. All this nonsense has to stop. Who is this stranger that continuously dropping things for me? Sharon said out of frustration as she saw a gift bag with flowers, perfumes and a note: beautiful roses for beautiful Sharon at her door step.

The person means no harm now. He or she is just showing some love. Sope said as she collected the gift bag from her.

“Really? Then the person should disclose his/her identity. I am getting scared with all of this.”

Sharon later discovered that it was Charles sending all those gifts. She confronted him and asked him why he was doing all those things

Thats because I like you Sharon. You light up my world. You cannot imagine the number of times I’ve tried getting you off my mind. Just give me a chance. I promise you won’t regret it.

Sharon and Charles started dating when she was in three hundred level. They were an item. Sharon made herself more enemies as many ladies were envious that she had won the trophy: Charles.

Six months into the relationship, Sharon got to know about Charles violent temper and aggressiveness. Twice she had been slapped by him. On both occasions, he had come back apologizing with gifts and promise that he’ll never do that again.

“I want to take you out tonight.’

“Where?”

“A nice place. It’s meant to be a surprise, and I’m sure you would love it.

“I’ll come pick you up by six pm

Sharon had gotten dressed in a dress Charles got her for the occasion. It was a red dress, a pair of gold earrings and a beautiful pair of shoes. Charles came to pick her up in a nice car that he rented. They were not allowed the luxury of using cars in the school, but they can be rented.

You smell nice he said as he hugged her, before leading her to the car.

“Thanks.” Sharon replied with a smile.

They got to the venue. It was a serene and expensive lounge. Cocktail was served, followed by appetizer and a sumptuous meal.

“So, what are your plans after school?”

“You know after all this house job and residency stuff, Id love to travel outside the country to have some further trainings, and then come back to Nigeria to establish my own hospital.”

“Ok. I don’t seem to be in any of your plans.

“Oh, that. Of course we are going to get engaged, but marriage is not in my plans for you anytime soon.”

Sharon looked down t the beautifully patterned table cover. It looked expensive. She bet she also looked expensive. She smiled sadly to herself as she laughed at the irony of her life. Here she was, in a relationship with guy who physically abuses her and has no plans for her future. She was now a shadow of herself for the past eighteen months that she had been in this toxic relationship. Charles only sees her like a doll that has to be decorated with dresses and jewels and gadgets. If she didn't walk out now, it may not be possible to walk out of the relationship ever again.

”I’m done.’

Yeah, I think it is high time we left. The meal is such a beautiful one. I’m done with my dessert too.”

No! I’m done with you Charles. It’s over between us.”

You must be kidding.’

“I’m dead serious. I’m done with you. You don’t even know my worth. I’m nothing to you just like a piece of ornament.”

I call the shots here. It is not over until I say it is!”

‘Watch me. Sharon said as she carried her handbag pulled back the chair and stood up to go.”

“Come back here Im not done with you.” Charles pulled Sharon back against him, his eyes staring angrily into hers.

“Do you think I’ll just forfeit all my investments on you? Never!

He roughly pulled her against his chest, tilted her chin upwards and forced his lips on hers. She struggled to get out of his hold but he overpowered her, he being stronger than her. She knew there was no help coming; no one was in sight to rescue her from the hands of this monster. He had reserved the lounge so they can have their privacy. Then, he began to touch her offensively at various parts of her body, grabbing all of her almost at once. She screamed, but there seemed to be no one around. She had to defend herself if she was going to walk out of this relationship with any dignity. She began to kick and bite him, and began to use her fists against him. How she wished she had long nails or had her nail fixed, it could have been put to good use now, but as a hygiene ethic, nursing students weren’t allowed long nails in the department of nursing due to hygiene reasons. A million and one questions ran through her mind as she frantically looked around for help: Was he going to rape her here? Would she ever be able to forgive herself for getting into this mess? How come she never saw this coming? If events hadn’t turned out this way, would she have ended up marrying this animal? She would not be able to live with the thought that her first act of intimacy with a man in life was forced. She did the only thing she felt could save her in this situation: she prayed.

‘’God, save me’’

It felt awkward talking to God in this kind of situation. She had never seen the need to. She had never wanted anything to do with God. God had denied her a father. Was it her fault her parents had trouble with their relationship and why was she brought to the picture...? but today, she knew He was the only One who could save her.

He did.

Ola was coming from a business meeting with a client in a VIP suite of the same hotel. The business had been sealed and the work was to be commenced in earnest. He checked the time. He needed to hurry if he would beat traffic. He moved towards the reception, and then he thought he heard a scream. He halted to ascertain if he heard right. The scream came again. He rushed towards the sound: someone seems to need help.

She heard a thud. Charles gave a groan as he fell side wards; his hands on his jaw. There was another thud. This time she saw a guy giving Charles a full-faced punch.

”The next time you treat a woman like that, you should be castrated. The guy said, giving him a full glare.

On a normal day, he and this guy could have been an even match, but in the present circumstance, he knew he didn’t stand a chance. Charles rose to his feet, mustering the remaining dignity he had left. He tried to open his jaw to examine the extent of the damage. With the sharp pain he felt, he knew he already had a dental fracture. His nose was bleeding.

‘”Ill get you to pay for this. It’s a promise. Charles said as he took his phone and scurried out of the place before the security would arrive.

You should be ashamed of yourself as a man!” the guy called after him.

Everything happened so fast, Sharon could not explain what just happened to her, because a miracle had just happened to her!

The guy slowly turned to her. He calmly looked into her eyes and asked: Are you okay?”’

She was dumbfound..and numb.

You have a bruise there, he said as he reached for arm, which Sharon instinctively took away.

“I won’t hurt you. the guy said again.

After a close look, the guy noticed other bruises she had sustained during the assault

You need to be taken to a hospital. Let me get my car keys and take you there.”

The guy did not wait for a response as he gently held her by the shoulders.

“Shall we?”

Sharon was still in shock to say anything. She hesitated, giving him a questioning fearful stare.

“I already told you I won’t hurt you”’

Sharon followed the guy to his car. He opened the car door for her and got into the driver’s seat. He started the car engine.

You can fasten your seat belt.” The guy said.

When he noticed no movement, he looked sideways and saw the young lady shivering. It was then he noticed the AC of the car was on.

“Oh, my bad. I’m so sorry.” He put off the AC and reached to the backseat to get her a suit he had in the car. He gently placed it over her shoulder.

--------------------------------------------------

“It’s a case of assault. Ola said.

The male nurse cast him a suspicious look.

By who? He asked. Ola noticed a slight flaring of the nurses nostrils as he asked the question.

”No, I happened to walk right onto the scene” Ola explained. He suspected the nurse thinks he committed the act.

“Ok. Ma’am, can you give us the history of what happened. The nurse quietly asked Sharon. Sharon was still in shock, she didn’t say a word.

She had been like that since the event. Ola explained

Ok. Ma’am, I need to take history so we can know the appropriate care to give. Although I already have my objective cues, I also need subjective cues which only you can provide. I’ll ask you a few questions. They are yes and no questions. If it’s a yes, give a nod, if it is a no, gently shake your head.

Was there penetration?”

Sharon shook her head

“Did you fall during the struggle?

She shook her head again

“Did you hit your head against the wall or any object during the struggle?

The answer was no.

Thanks ma’am for your cooperation the nurse said as he returned briskly to the nursing station. She returned back with a tray in her hands containing some syringes, two galipots, some vials and ampoules of injections, sterile and conform gloves.

You need to kindly wait outside sir. I want to dress these open bruises and give her injections for the pain and to prevent infection of the wounds.

Definitely. Ola said as he excused himself.

The doctor arrived few minutes later to clerk her.

“She can go home tonight. There are some medications she’ll be taking with her. She should be involved in activities she loves and that are interesting and mind engaging. She would soon come out of the shock.”

Where do you stay, so I could take you home? Ola asked in the car

For the first time, Sharon spoke

“Aleshinloye hostel then she went quiet again.

“Ok. I lost a very dear friend of mine last year to septic abortion. She was raped by a guy she went on a date with. She was about to finish her Masters and go for her PhD outside the country. She didn’t go to the hospital for proper medical care; she kept it all to herself. There was pain in his voice. It’s a very painful death. I never got to know about the incident till she was on her death bed.”

They were in front of the hostel. Ola turned to Sharon.

Please take good care of yourself. Be more careful next time. Youre responsible for yourself in these matters. Ola said before getting down to open the door for her.

“Good night.” Ola said and got back into the car.

Before Sharon could muster a reply, the guy was off. He was an angel God sent to her. She had experienced a miracle today. The event of the day had been so overwhelming for her; from the date, to the assault, her prayers and the miraculous intervention and help. She covered her hands with her face and wept.

That had been the turning point in her life.

Sharon began to thirst after the knowledge of God. She downloaded a bible app with different versions. She also downloaded a devotional for women. She enjoyed reading them, so much insight…and fun! But she felt something was still not right. Sometimes, she kneels down to pray and she just isnt feeling connected. What could be wrong?

--------------------------------------------------------------

There’s a concert in our fellowship today. Im inviting yall Sope announced in the room.

‘You and this your fake American accent. Desire commented, applying some facial treatment cosmetic.

"I'm practicing for the time I will longer be in this country." Sope replied, flaunting her hair.

"I'll come " Sharon said from her "What time is it?"

"6pm today" Sope replied

Ok" Sharon said as she turned again on her bed, closing her eyes.

"Something seems to be wrong with her

"Maybe she had a breakup"

“Shhh" she's sleeping

"That's true. It's been a while I saw Charles....or the gifts. Could it be that they have actually broken up?"

"Mind your business" Sope said, bringing an end to the conversation.

---------------------------------------------------------

There's no shadow You won't light

Mountain You won't climb up

Coming after me

No wall You won't keep down

Lie You won't tear down

Coming after me

Oh the overwhelming

Never-ending

Reckless love of God

Oh it chases me down

Fights till I'm found

Leaves the ninety-nine

I couldn't earn it

I don't deserve it

Still You gave Yourself away

Oh the overwhelming

Never-ending

Reckless love of God......

Sharon enjoyed every bit of the concert. She made up her mind that she would come again to church next week. She felt so much peace and tranquility hasn't experienced before....it was as if she was home.....it sure felt like home. She never realized she had been missing this much by not going to church. Something here draws her....

"I'd love to follow you to the fellowship next week." Sharon told her friend on their way from the library.

“That's great news. I'd love to take you along" Sope replied gaily.

“Come to think of it, how come I never got invited by you to your fellowship, If this is what you have been enjoying all along?" Sharon asked, casting her friend a questioning glance.

"I'm sorry babe. I was afraid of what your response will be. And I am afraid of rejections" Sope replied apologetically.

"But, if you loved me enough as your roommate, you should have done that. Anyways, I'm not sleeping on this anymore. Now I know the Truth, and He has set me free."

"Wow. I'm so happy Sharon. You've given your life to Christ?" Sope asked

"Well, not exactly. I have been reading my bible and some devotionals. I discovered what I just said in my devotion today" Sharon said. "Let me show you" She proceeded to bring out her phone.

Sope looked thoughtful. "I want to ask you a question Sharon. Have you actually given your life to Christ?"

"I think so. I already read the bible and devotionals. I will soon start going to church regularly and will also join a unit. Isn't that giving my life to Christ?" Sharon asked, searching for the devotional on her phone.

"Babes, those things are good, but that does not mean you've given your life to Christ. Giving your life to Christ is a new birth. You attain a new nature, the old nature is removed. You have access to God and can truly call Him Father. ."

"Hen-en. I knew something was missing. You know sometimes I just do this thing like some sort of yoga or meditation routine.

"No, you have to intentionally accept Jesus Christ into your life as your Saviour, and as your Lord. This way, you affirm His lordship over you, and you have a new birth. That means you become born again." Sope explained.

"Then, what are we waiting for. I am ready to accept Jesus into my life as my Lord and as my Saviour"

That's beautiful darling. You'll believe with your heart and make a confession with your mouth. Say these words after me" Sope said

"Lord Jesus, I believe with my heart that you are the Son of God. I acknowledge myself as a sinner and I need You. Forgive me all my sins. Take me as Your own. I accept You today as my Lord and Savior in Jesus name. Amen"

"I welcome you officially into the family sis." Sope said, hugging Sharon.

"Thank you. Please don't keep this goodnews to yourself anymore. People need it." Sharon said, returning the hug, an overwhelming peace engulfing her.

"We'll be having a teaching next week on the "Love of God. It's going to be a series of teaching. We'll be inviting guest speakers to speak to us, some of which are alumni." The bible study coordinator announced on one of the fellowship days.

Sharon looked forward to the teaching. The hunger she had for the word of God has been so great. It's been a thrilling experience with the Holy Spirit.

The first series had been beautiful. She loved every part of it. She now understood why God does not want her to forsake the gathering of brethren. The second series was what she looked forward to so eagerly. She went to the fellowship straight from class and waited till it was time. She prayed in the Holy Ghost and listened to sounds, prayer chants and worship music. She prepared her heart as she was expectant to receive from the Lord.

There was a brief worship session. The invited guest today is an alumnus.

"Now, with a standing ovation and with God's joy in our hearts, let's welcome Bro Ola Steve."

Every one gave a standing ovation.

Ola came up the stage.

‘This guy's face looks strangely familiar Sharon thought.

"Please let's be seated." The guy said.

'And the voice....' then recognition hit her. This was the guy at the lounge. The guy that the Lord used for her...her human angel! Sharon gasped as she put her hand to her mouth. She was grateful to God to see him again. She had not been able to say thank you the last time. Though she already glorified God and thanked Him for his help, she felt she needed to appreciate this young man. And whatever he had to teach that evening, Sharon was ready to listen with the whole of her heart. She did.

The teaching ended with an altar call. Many people found their way to the altar. It was massive. The presence of the Lord was heavy in the atmosphere. Sharon saw another dimension of God she had not experienced before.

The meeting ended and Sharon made her way to the back of the hall. Many people wanted to see Bro Ola. He saw only a few people and he ventured that the executives should take it up from there. He was escorted to the car by the president about two hours after the meeting. Sharon was already waiting by the car.

"Good day sir." Ola looked up and saw Sharon beside the car. He remembered immediately she was the young lady at the lounge. For whatever reason known to the Holy Spirit, she had been on his mind since the day of the incident. Many times, he had asked the Holy Spirit about this precious one, and the simple reply he always got was "Pray for her. He did.

"Good day ma'am" Ola returned the greeting with a smile.

"My name is Sharon; the lady the Lord used you for that evening at the lounge." Sharon said

"Of course I remember. Trust you are good?" Ola said, pleased with seeing her again.

"Yes sir. Much better. I want to say thank you. I was so shocked that night I could not thank you. I'm really grateful. God bless you sir Sharon said.

"Amen. All thanks to God. He only brought me to the scene at the right time. I'm just a vessel in His hands. So all glory to God." Ola said.

"Are you a member of this fellowship?"

"Yes. I joined two months ago. I gave my life to Christ a few weeks after the incident. And I've stopped seeing Charles.....the guy" Sharon explained.

Then it all made sense. This was the reason the Holy Spirit gave him the burden of praying for her. He was glad he yielded.

"Wow, that's amazing. Congratulations sis" Ola said.

"Thank you sir. And that was an amazing teaching and amazing time in God's presence. God bless you. You are God's blessing to our generation. More grace in Jesus' name."

"Amen"

"I would love to have more things explained on what you said today, but I see you are set to go now." Sharon said

"Yes. I have to be in another meeting now, but Ill come around next week Sunday because I'm still in town. We can discuss then" Ola explained

"No problem sir. Thank you so much." Sharon said

"Thank God so much Ola replied with a smile as he got into his car.

Sharon waved as the car moved away. Ola waved back with a slight nod.

They had met again the next Sunday after service.

"My question is this: why would God choose to answer some of our prayers, and ignore others?"

"'God is our Father. He knows what's good for us and gives us the best. Much more than our earthly father's love us, He loves us, so you can be sure He is willing to listen to us and grant our requests in prayers. At the same time, He would not give us what will hurt us, or what would take us from Him.

Sometimes, the answer does not come in ways in which we think it would: "As high as the heaven is to the earth, so are My ways your ways and My thoughts your thoughts." You can imagine that distance? So there are answered prayers that we still pray about instead of giving thanks to God for.

Another is alignment of our desires with the mind of Christ. Some answers will never come because the intentions behind those prayers are wrong. In that case, we need to search our hearts with the Word of God and with the Holy Spirit to know the state of our hearts, and have it corrected.

There are also cases when the answer is already released but there are demonic obstructions. For instance, Daniel was a man whose answer was given right from the day he asked, but was obstructed by the prince of Persia.

Other times, He is doing some silent backstage work and He tells us to wait. Conclusively, I'd say God cannot be untrue to Himself and His word. But in this regards, we should search ourselves our positions so we can know what to address and the right approach to use."'

"Thanks sir. I asked this question because I have never set eyes on my father, and I had prayed but my prayers were just never answered."

"The position from which you pray from also matters. A son asks and receives. We make our requests in the name of Jesus. If an unbeliever prays and does not get a reply, you can be sure that that is expected in the first place. But I have the conviction that God is working on this that you just mentioned. I'll join you in prayers on this. You'll definitely meet your father, in God's time."

"Thank you so much Brother Ola. I don't take this for granted. God bless you."

"Amen. All thanks to God " Ola replied with a smile.

"I have a request sir" Sharon said

""Go ahead."

"Can you have time once in a week for you to take me bible study sessions online, since you won't be physically available? In short sir, can I be your mentee?" Sharon asked shyly.

"Hmmm. Have you prayed about it?" Ola asked

"Well, I have been having the nudge in my spirit to tell you this since the time you ministered at the fellowship. But I have not really prayed " Sharon explained

"Thanks for the honesty. I'll pray on it . Do so too. I eagerly await your answer " Ola told her.

Ola and Sharon prayed, and the Lord gave answer in the affirmative. The bible study sessions started online. Sharon enjoyed herself in God's presence all the time. Many times, she had burdens to pray and with specific instructions. She was growing and making progress in the spirit. Her academics were fine too. She started praying for the salvation of her mum. God heard the prayer and answered.

Ola felt in his spirit there's more to Sharon than him just being her mentor. 'Speak to me in clear terms Lord.' he prayed.

On Ola's twenty-eighth birthday, the Lord revealed Sharon to him as his helpmeet. He was convinced she was, because he had not felt for any other lady what he felt for Sharon. His school days had been full of many girls wanting to be his woman, some did with gestures, and others did brazenly. But he had promised God he would never take advantage of any daughter of Zion, and he has come to realize that every man who keeps his word and does not defile his name has a future in this kingdom.

He told Sharon his intentions after asking her to pray. That day he told her that she should not consider him as her mentor on this matter, but as a brother who wants to be in a relationship with a sister.

Sharon prayed. It was in the affirmative. She got the word from the Lord "Take courage. Do not be afraid. It is I. With that Sharon gave Ola her answer, and they had two years of blissful courtship before they got married.

Eleven

Ola had arrived home from the business trip he had gone for two weeks. It was nine minutes past 4pm. His wife had not returned from work. He went into the room upstairs to freshen up. He would come downstairs later to grab something to eat, and then make something for dinner for himself and his wife.

He changed into blue shorts and a white T-shirt. He checked his phone again, the time was 4:30pm. He had to hurry; his wife would be home in not less than thirty minutes, so he can fix something for them to eat. Ola had always enjoyed cooking. He was the firstborn of his family with two younger brothers. And their mum had ensured that they all knew how to cook, "cooking is not only for females you know, you have to learn this skill for yourself, and also to be of assistance to your wife later in the future. When you know how to cook, you'll avoid the temptation of looking for a girlfriend that will be cooking for you in school; and many men's stomach had been a trap for them." His mum would always say.

He went into the kitchen, and directly to the fridge. He had been listening to 'Loved by You ' by Travis Greene on his phone with his ear pods. He would connect it to the home stereo later. He grabbed a bottle of chilled yoghurt, blessed and opened it. He opened the freezer and saw that his wife had packaged stew, egusi soup, ewedu soup, chicken and beef in different plastic plates that could last them a week. He smiled as he remembered the words of his wife: "it's much easier to grab something in the freezer to eat after a long day at work and bad traffic in this Lagos."

Ola took the plastic pack of egusi soup which was now frozen, stew and beef, and placed them on the clean white cabinet in the kitchen. His wife always ensured the kitchen was sparkling clean. He began to boil some water in the electric kettle to defrost the frozen soup and stew and also to make some eba, he preferred to defrost soup, and then warm in a pot to using a microwave. He rubbed his hands together as he reached for his phone to put a call through to his wife.

"Babe......" He started

"I'm sorry honey; I'm already on my way." Sharon replied.

"Alright babe.... drive safe."

"Ok, love you" and she cut the call.

'She seems to talk less these days.' Ola thought to himself as he went to get garri to make some eba for himself and his wife.

Sharon arrived home. Her husband was delighted to see her, having missed her for two weeks. They ate and Ola gave her the details of his business.

"I'm working on reducing my business trips."

"That will be great honey. I actually wanted us to talk about it." Sharon said.

"Yeah. I need to spend more time and enjoy life with the wife of my youth." He said, tickling her.

"Of course bro Ola" Sharon said, reminding him of the courtship days.

There was a pause, the Ola suddenly asked

"Babe, is everything alright?"

"Yeah. I'm good. Why did you ask that out of the blues?" Sharon asked

"I have just had this unease in my spirit that something is going on. Are you fine? You know you can talk to me about anything."

Tell him

Sharon heard the soft voice in her spirit.

It will only bring memories of that night. What if he thinks I'm promiscuous in his absence? I don't think it's a good idea.

Trust Me

Just then, his phone rang. It was his mother. He picked the call. She was so happy to hear his voice. She will be back to Nigeria from South Africa from a business trip next week. She requested to speak with his wife. it was long conversation of gist and laughter. Ola put on the TV and started watching a football match.

The conversation was concluded.

Ola woke up in the middle of the night to pray. He worshipped God and then prayed for some minutes before he read the bible. He prayed again until he had peace. He went to bed.

Charles was watching from a distance as Sharon waved to her husband. They both seem to be so much in love, even after two years of marriage. Sharon was taken away from him, and he would take back what rightfully belonged to him.

Sharon was on vocational leave which was to last forty two days. Her husband will be out of the country for a week. Charles already made enough researches on the Steves. His plan cannot fail. His rolled up the glasses of the car, and put on a dark shade and hood, his disguise.

Sharon went inside the house. She was going to miss Ola. She really wished he was home with her, but he will be having a presentation. This was the second week of her leave. Her mum will be around tomorrow. She would be going to the market tomorrow to get foodstuffs stocked in the home. She would go and make her hair today. She went inside the kitchen to make brunch.

There was a knock in the door. Sharon came from the kitchen to open the door. No one was there. Is someone playing some sort of prank on her. She was sure she heard the knock. She shrugged and returned to the kitchen.

Charles made his way into the Steves bedroom. He had entered through the back door when Sharon went to answer the knock. His plan was to dope her on the head, tie her up and wait till dusk to take her away in his car. He already made provisions. They would be traveling Port-Harcourt that night.

Sharon was going to get her phone in the bedroom. She enjoyed listening to music while she cooked.

She entered the room strolled to the bedside locker to get her phone. She heard a thud on her head, and blacked out.

Ola felt great unease as he made his way to the airport. He began to pray in the spirit. Something was wrong at home; he had to get home immediately. He gently tapped the uber driver. "Please make a U-turn. I need to get home now."

"Oga, wetin be the problem. Na you talk say you wan catch flight by 10am. The time na 9:45am already."

"Yes, I'll cancel it. I need to get home right away." Ola replied, the unease mounting in his spirit.

Sharon was tied on a chair in her bedroom. Her lips sealed with a cellophane tape. She gave a grunt as she regained consciousness. She felt a sharp pain on her occiput.

"Hello beautiful. It's me again" she heard a voice. She saw a blurry image of a man.

"You are mine, and always will be. Haven't I told you that?" Charles gave a grin that looked more like a snarl.

Sharon took in the scene. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw him. This man again. ‘Why won't he just leave her alone? How did he get in here? What does he want from her?

Sharon prayed

Lord, I'm sorry I didn't carry my husband along in all of this. I'm sorry I didn't trust You. Forgive me. Help me. I need your help. Please Lord; get me out of this one. Protect my husband and I, in Jesus'name.

"I have plans for us baby. By dawn, we should be saying bye-bye to Lagos." Charles said and gave a hysterical laugh.

-------------------

Call Dare to release two police officers to you.

Ola picked up his phone. Dare is a friend and they communicate occasionally. He dialed his number. Dare seemed surprised.

"To what do I owe this VIP call today?" Dare said from his end. His voice always sounded like that of a boy. Ola often wondered how he coped in his profession with the voice.

"Man. Don't whine me jare. Trust you have been good?" Ola asked

"I dey jare. Sometimes this job just wants to burst my mind."

"Please, I need your help. I need two of your men at my place right away. There's seems to be a trespasser in my house." Ola said

"Ha. Why would I not oblige you my MOG. Give me the address."

Ola gave the address which Dare scribbled on a small piece of paper.

"They'll get there in ten minutes." Dare assured.

"Thanks man." Ola said as he cut the call.

"Oga, is everything alright? E be like say you get trouble for house." the Uber driver said.

"Jesus has taken control of whatever it is." Ola replied.

There was silence for the rest of the journey except for Ola's murmurs as he prayed in the spirit under his breath.

------------------------------------------

Ola got into his house quietly. He opened the door and was met with strange silence. He felt uneasy again, but this time empowered. He walked into the kitchen without making a sound. Water that seemed to have over boiled was on the electric cooker. He switched off the cooker. Sharon is not the type that forgets while cooking. He walked silently into the living room. He saw nothing suspicious. Then he made his way to the bedroom. He heard some grunting sound. He peered into the room and saw his wife tied to a chair with her mouth taped. There was a look on his eyes that shows questioning and shock. He made eye contact with his wife who had relief washed over her on seeing him. He walked stealthily into the big modernly furnished bedroom. Sharon shook her head, a signal for him not to come closer. Ola ignored the signal. There was a flushing sound in the toilet. There was also whistling. The person whistled happily. Ola looked around for anything he could use as defense. He wouldn't take chances should this person be armed.

Charles emerged from the toilet, adjusting his trousers. Ola had stationed himself beside the door. He jumped from behind on the unsuspecting man. The man for a moment seemed surprised but quickly came out of it. He threw a punch backwards and missed. He gave a sideway body twist and jumped on Ola, this time giving him a punch on his jaw. Ola lost balance. Before he could regain himself, the man brought out a pistol. Ola instinctively halted.

"So long old friend. We meet again. Thanks for taking care of my jewel. I am taking her way and not without a few bullets in your skull. Don't thank me much; I am always generous in appreciation." Charles said and laughed with hysteria.

"You know I really commend that heroic act of yours. It actually stopped me from doing something stupid. I mean how do you enjoy a meal you eat in a hurry? Again, I say gracias. But now, I can enjoy my meal with gusto, with you cheering on from heaven." Charles said, like he was giving an inaugural speech.

"Drop that weapon now, or drop dead" A deep baritone voice said, with authority.

Two guns were pointing directly at him. One man was in casual wear, another in police uniform.

Charles knew he couldn't contend with them. He was only trained in using the scapula; these ones are trained in using guns. He quietly dropped the gun.

"Put your hands above your head." The officer said again.

"You are under arrest for attempted murder and kidnap. Everything you say now will be used against you in the court of law."

Charles put his arm on his hands behind his head as the uniform officer drew new him with handcuffs and applied it on him.

The other officer took pictures of the scenery.

Ola removed the tape from his wife's lips. He removed the ropes too.

"Madam, I hope you are not hurt" the officer in mufti asked.

"I'm fine; it's just that my head hurts." Ola took his wife from the chair and placed her in a more comfortable position. He went to the fridge to get an ice-pack.

The officers took history from the couple. They whisked Charles to the station.

It was evening. Ola had taken Sharon to the hospital for assessment and medical care. They returned home that day.

"Babe, how come you never told me this was going on?" Ola asked. Sharon looked into his eyes, scared that she would see anger and condemnation in his eyes. She didn't. Rather she saw concern and hurt written on his face. She regretted not telling him.

"I'm so sorry honey. I thought I could handle it on my own. I never knew things would turn out this way. Please find it in your heart to forgive me." Sharon pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

"Babe, two heads are better than one. A cord of three strands is not easily broken. One chases a thousand, two chases ten thousands. You should have told me. I am a part of you, and you are a part of me. Whatever hurts you, hurts me too. Whatever gives you joy gives me joy also." Ola explained.

"So promise me, you won't do something like this again. We won't keep secrets from each other, ever again." Ola said

"I promise honey. I promise." Sharon said, tears still in her eyes.

Ola hugged his wife as they made promises of love to each other.

Nine months later, the Steves were blessed with a set of twins: Adeife and Adeiyin.

Epilogue

Olaife

Olaife was inside her room. It was a Saturday and just finished making the bed. She had a lot of things on her mind. Since her last encounter with counselor Sharon, her life had not remained the same. Sharon checked up on her everyday to know how's she is faring in faith and every aspect of life. They seem to have an inseparable bond. The case of abuse by her father had been taken up by the organization. Her grandmother, when she first heard the news was so shocked she couldn't talk for forty eight hours. She knew her grandmother loved her and had feared she would be devastated and not recover from the shock. But it seems she has a very good resilience to bounce back on her feet and become her normal self again. The news had left her mother shattered...the woman fainted. Olaife was surprised that her mother could faint: it was either because she felt so hurt by her husband's betrayal or that she just couldn't bear the pain as a mother. Whichever way, she had traveled out of the country for a change of environment and had filed for divorce from the marriage. Her father.....huuugh, she could not even bear to think about him. She still disliked him so much for what he did to her. Many times, she had nightmares of the repeated occurrence of the incident. Oftentimes, she screamed and cried out of her nightmares. She had told Sharon about the incidence and she had enrolled her to start therapy session. Her therapist was a much more elderly woman who was a Christian with extensive experience. And with each session she got better. She had a very strong feeling that the woman was heavily anointed, and though a therapist, she continually reached out to people for Christ. She had been reluctant earlier to start the therapy sessions, but after much persuasion by Sharon, she found herself in the therapy sessions and forever grateful she started. She wrote her SSCE and came out in flying colours. She gained admission that same year to study law in the university. She would forever be grateful to Jesus for making her paths and that of Sharon to cross at the time it did. The Lord later gave her a vision for abused women "Scarred Yet Sacred" (SYS). And indeed, the God who sent her on the errand ran the errand with her.

Note from the Author

I believe you have been blessed by this piece. This was inspired by the Holy Spirit to touch hearts and she'd light on the concept that we should never try to figure it out by ourselves.

This is a picture of man's relationship with God. God wants us to trust Him enough to tell Him everything and carry Him along in all we do, with the understanding that He is faithful and concerned with everything that concerns us. And even when we falter, He lovingly picks us up and corrects us. He is our Loving Lover.

Meet Lalonpe and Sola in the next episode My Loving Lover 2': the story of love reconciled.

Thanks for reading.

Much love from Abba's heart

Lotus 🌷

You can visit illuminigpen.blogspot.com for more inspiring pieces.

Coming Soon!

My Loving Lover 2

Lalonpe picked up the basket of food she had painstakingly prepared with so much love in her heart: Nigerian spicy jollof rice and chicken, some homemade cookies, fruits and water. She was going on a picnic with her daughter and son-in-law. She elegantly walked towards the beach when she spotted him. She stood transfixed. Could it be Sola? She moved closer towards him to ascertain he was the one. In her careful stride, a beautiful voluptuous woman passed by her, straight to him and gave him a hug. They left together with their cocktail, completely oblivious to Lalonpe.

Love Me, don't just say it!

Jethro looked disgustingly at her across the bed. Her loud snores were deafening. How on earth did she become like this? She's now a total stranger. His once beautiful damsel and prize trophy is now a fat sloppy irritating being. He got up from the bed, picked up his car keys and angrily left for the clubhouse. He hoped to find some solace there......

Search This Blog

Illumining Pen

My Loving Lover 💕

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

What's your choice?.......

Strength is for service, not status

EPISODE SEVEN: MY LOVING LOVER 💖✨