The Honeymoon….episode 6

By Moyosore Teniola

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I lost the zeal for work that day. I couldn’t even face my colleagues anymore. All I wanted was to be alone, alone with my God. I knew I had made mistakes already, I was too careless, I got carried away by her fake hospitality. I have never come across such an height of desperation in any lady in my entire life. My heart was pounding, my head was aching, my legs turned to jelly. I knew I had to seek the comfort of my room that very moment. I headed towards the school gate and home, I went.

I neither saw nor heard anyone all the way home, even though I walked through the market. I felt alone in the whole wide world. All I knew was that I entered my room and sat on the bed. I ruminated over the recent turn of events. I regretted the fact that I didn’t tell my colleague, the one I visited the previous night about my encounter with Faith. If only I did, I would have a witness. I knelt near my bed and cried to God for repentance. My tears flowed freely. The most painful aspect of the whole matter was that I have always been the one preaching Jesus to these colleagues of mine. Quite painful, so shameful…

My cell phone rang suddenly interrupting my thoughts. I trembled when I saw the caller. It was the Coordinator of the Christian Corpers’ Fellowship. After the greetings came the instruction: “Bro Dayo, your attention is needed at the Christian Corpers’ Lodge this evening please, we need to clarify some issues… ” Jesus! ” I whispered. I felt like dying immediately. My guess is as good as yours. Faith had gone to the Coordinator’s PPA to report me to him. She told him the same lies.

I actually went to the Corpers’ Lodge to see the coordinator that very evening. He was really a spiritually matured brother. After he had told me everything Faith said, he asked me what I had to say concerning it. I narrated everything to him from the beginning to the end. He listened with rapt attention. After I ceased talking, he spoke to me in clear words that restored my hope, I will never forget him. He said: “Bro Dayo, while Corper Faith was talking, I sensed it in my spirit that something was wrong somewhere. I knew you must have made some mistakes and I think by now, you have learnt your lessons but I pray the LORD will fight for you. I will get in touch with you once I am able to speak with Corper Faith.”

I thanked him and dragged my feet home. I slumped on my bed and cried, “LORD, please vindicate me!” I decided to embark on a 3day dry fasting which commenced the following day. I refused to go out of my room except for when I needed to bathe or use the toilet. I didn’t bother going to work. My major prayer points were that of repentance and that the LORD should vindicate me. I didn’t see Faith all through the three days I spent at home but I overheard one of the neighbours telling someone that she travelled to her home town.
A loud knock on my door on the third day of my fasting woke me up from sleep. It was in the afternoon, I just finished praying before I slept off…

I struggled to get off my bed, i was weak already. Reluctantly, I walked to the door after I recognized the voice of one of my colleagues amidst other voices. I opened the door… I was surprised and at the same time scared to see the same set of people that Faith had deceived earlier. My heart skipped a beat. I checked to see if Faith was among them but she wasn’t. I only noticed a young woman whose face wasn’t really familiar to me but she had a striking resemblance with Faith. Beside her stood a little girl of about three years old…

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“Call upon me in the day of trouble and I will answer you…” God is our present help in time of need. Ever faithful, ever sure!

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Still in my astonished state, I invited them into my room. Though it was a small room, it still managed to accommodate my unexpected visitors. Some sat on my mattress, someone sat on the chair, while the rest managed to lean on my reading table. I stood in the middle of the room, my tiredness forgotten, eager to know their mission. One of the corp members introduced the lady with a child as Helen and the little girl, Brenda. I greeted them, my mind still unsettled about the purpose of their visit. The fact that Helen resembled Faith so much troubled me the more…

One of them began to explain the purpose of their visit, “Helen here came to our PPA this afternoon, she came looking for Faith. She wasn’t sure of where Faith worked so she came directly to our school since it was the nearest to the motor park where she alighted, with the belief that even if she wasn’t there, other corp members should be able to know her. So, we offered to bring her to Faith’s apartment since we all already planned to check on you today to know why you didn’t come to work, your line has been switched off too…

“I see”. I answered tiredly, heaving a sigh of relief. Helen then addressed us, “thanks again Corpers, God bless you. I am Faith’s elder sister. Her phone number hasn’t been getting through for a long time now. The last time I spoke with her was two months after she was posted here. It’s five weeks to your passing out now, yet I couldn’t get through to her till now. Though, she did send text messages with one strange number once in a while to assure us at home that she is fine but whenever we try the line, it was always switched off. So I decided to take the pain to travel down to see her today, and most importantly, her daughter here, Brenda wouldn’t let me sleep. She wanted to see her mum, she cried all through yesterday…”

“Daughter!? Father Lord! Where did that come from? Wow! That is strange, she never talked of any daughter”, I thought. I was stunned where I stood listening to Helen. The other corp members exchanged quick glances. They were equally surprised too but we all quickly played along and assured her that her sister is safe. I also added the fact that although I didn’t see her for the past two days, I heard a neighbour telling someone that she travelled to her hometown.”

“Travelled to her hometown?” Helen asked surprised. “But she isn’t home yet,” she added, fear written in her voice. I calmed her down and gave her another phone number through which she could reach Faith. She reached for her phone and dialed the number immediately but she didn’t pick up. After trying several times, the line was later said to be switched off. “Why is Faith behaving like a mad dog?” Helen shouted in anger.

She thanked us and begged to take her leave because she didn’t want to get back to their town late in the night. The cute little girl tugged at Helen’s cloth and asked, “Where’s mummy?”
“Don’t worry sweetheart, she will meet us at home,” Helen replied. The girl wasn’t convinced but they had to leave anyway… “Say bye -bye to Uncles and Aunties,” Helen instructed her. “Byeeeeeee”, little Brenda waved and we all responded. I felt for her though…

There was a perfect silence after they left. One could hear the sound of a pin drop. At last, one of the ladies spoke. ” “Heeeeheeeheee!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands in the process. She continued, ” see me see wonder, virgin dey born pikin?! I thought Faith said you were the one that deflowered her Dayo???!”

To be continued…

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