You must put away every kind of bitterness, anger, wrath, quarreling, and evil, slanderous talk.
Ephesians 4:31 NET
You must put away every kind of bitterness, anger, wrath, quarreling, and evil, slanderous talk.
You must put away every kind of bitterness, anger, wrath, quarreling, and evil, slanderous talk.
Ephesians 4:31 NET
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This virginity thing. It seems a big issue for you. And it’s generating awkward contradictions in you. It’s the hidden reason you’re struggling with your emotions. You’re conflicted inside because you know you have no standing.
Okay, here’s the thing: In life, you must learn to use appropriate yardstick to judge and determine issues. You don’t use a ruler for example to measure the purity of water. That’s an inappropriate instrument though a measurement. Neither do you use a stethoscope to measure the pressure of a tyre. It’s a wrong pressure gauge. In the same manner, you can’t use dutifulness in church as parameter to determine the suitability of a conjugal prospect. It can serve as corroborative factor or even corroborant, but it cannot be the primary basis of consideration. A good church worker is not necessarily going to be a good wife, though the word “good” is common. Two separate issues. I mean, that she can sing down the heavens doesn’t mean she will make you a good wife. Vocal dexterity is not qualification for coupling. Choir is not a marriage context. If you base your marriage decision on her ability to sing, you’re clearly using a wrong means of measurement. A singing voice for example cannot help you determine if she’s clean or a relative of Unhygienix of Asterix fame. That’s how people arrive at wrong marital decisions. They use wrong parameters. And such a mistake can prove very costly to a man in particular.
Now let’s come to your issue. You want to marry a virgin. But there’s an inherent contradiction in your quest. You can’t test her virginity unless you sleep with her, in which case she’ll no longer be and you won’t marry a virgin. The truth is, all you have is her word. It’s what she says she is that she is at this stage of your relationship. You can’t even verify her word without compromising your faith. Now, here’s the irony of your quest for a virgin wife: You’re not a virgin yourself. At some point before you embraced your faith you engaged in sexual congresses. In other words, you have a past. In the same vein, she also has a past. But you’re willing to embrace your past but not hers.
As per your wife you want to be the man who “hit it first”, but tell me, the women you hit first who’ll marry them? In essence you can’t take what you dished out. The idea of someone being there before you consternates you. You can’t handle it, ironically. The reason she’s not giving you the confirmation you want on her virgin status is probably because she’s not. She likes you, wants you, but you’ve put impediment on progress: demanded for something she can’t amend retroactively. And so she can’t lie about her past, and she can’t tell you the truth either. Stalemate. You somehow think that her non-virginal status is indicative of a colourful and flavourful past. Perhaps. Same applies to you I guess. But you’ve not told me who she really is, just her sexual history. You didn’t indicate if she’s a loving and kindhearted woman. Whether or not she’s caring. You’ve not told me whether she’s trustworthy, whether she’s someone you can entrust your life to. And it’s not as if you’re accusing her of promiscuity. So the broken hymen just indicates she’s had sex in the past.
What I’m trying to say is, virginity is really not a test of whether someone will make you a good wife. You’re using a ruler to measure tyre pressure. Now if virginity is a psychological barrier for you, I’d say don’t go into marriage with her. You’ll keep judging her in the present because you can’t deal with her past. I’ll advice you keep your imagination in check. Stop imagining someone in the past on top of her. It’s unhelpful. But you have to reconcile yourself to the possibility you may not marry a virgin. Being real! Learn to be real in life. Your generation is very experimental with sex, and sexual imagery is so pervasive. Your music videos are highly suggestive. Think Anaconda. You’re being conditioned to accept raw sexuality. That conditioning generates results. Makes kids want to experiment with sex.
Be careful that your quest for virginity doesn’t make you miss a very wonderful and loving woman. Perhaps the first thing you ought to consider is what you want in a wife, what should you want in a wife. If this woman meets your criteria of a good wife to you I’d say go for her. You don’t want to regret not marrying her. If you marry an alternate, note that the virginity qualification will end on your wedding night. Then the marriage begins. You don’t want a wife who qualifies for only the wedding night do you? What happens in the days and years ahead? The faith you avow is very much anchored on Paul’s immortal words: If any man (or woman) be in Christ, he or she is a new creature. Old things have passed away. All things have become new. It’s either you’re going to accept God’s word concerning this lady or not. The decision is yours.
If you don’t however, that will be most unfortunate. I’m sure you’ve read about Pharisees. They were fond of using differing standards- one for themselves, another for others. Jesus had a running battle with those guys. You’re not a Pharisee are you? You can’t judge this lady by one set of standards and use another for yourself. It’s phariseic #emeritusdesk
Written by: Olanrewaju Lawal
Academic excellence is overrated, please correct me if I’m wrong. Being top of your class does not necessarily guarantee that you will be at the top of life. You could graduate as the best student in Finance but it doesn’t mean you will make more money than everybody else. The best graduating Law student does not necessarily become the best lawyer. The fact is life requires more than the ability to understand a concept, memorise it and reproduce it in an exam. School rewards people for their memory. Life rewards people for their imagination.
School rewards caution, life rewards daring. School hails those who live by the rules. Life exalts those who break the rules and set new ones. So do I mean people shouldn’t study hard in school? Oh, no, you should. But don’t sacrifice every other thing on the altar of First Class.
Don’t limit yourself to the classroom. Do something practical. Take a leadership position. Start a business and fail. That’s a better Entrepreneurship 101.Join or start a club. Contest an election and lose. It will teach you something Political Science 101 will not teach you. Attend a seminar. Read books outside the scope of your course. Go on missions and win a soul for eternal rewards… Do something you believe in! Think less of becoming an excellent student but think more of becoming an excellent person. Make the world your classroom…your certificate gives you prestige, but what pays the bill is your sabificate, the world doesn’t reward potentials but performance!!! #EmeritusDesk
Rose stood at the open door looking at who was standing in front of her. She wanted to run into his arms and hug him forever and protect him from all the ills of the world. She wanted to be the one to take any blow this cruel world wanted to mete out to him, she wanted to hold his head against her chest and tell him all was well and tell him sorry for all the pain he had gone through in the hands of all those hoodlums as she stared into his beautiful eyes and well combed and dressed afro hair. But she couldn’t move her feet from where she was standing. She wanted to ask him what she had done wrong to make him send him those hurtful words but her mouth couldn’t open. She wanted to at least say good morning but the words got stuck in her throat as she looked at him.
God he looks stronger and healthier and definitely more handsome with the scar on his forehead.
Tears wanted to trickle down her face but she caught herself.
“ Rose , good morning”. Segun finally broke the silence. “At least can you let me in?”
Rose said sorry and moved out of the way.
“Where is Bisola?”
“I will call her for you right away. Welcome. How are you doing now?”
“I’m fine, thank you”.
Helen was on her way out of the kitchen when she met Rose.
“ Who is around?”
“Segun”. Rose answered
“Segun?” Helen said with a look of surprise
“Is he strong enough to come out now?” she asked and left to see Segun without waiting for an answer.
“Bisola”, Rose called her sister.
“Segun is around and has asked to see you”.
The moment Bisola left, Rose sat down and wondered if she was just Segun’s game all along and why her sister is being insensitive, she couldn’t understand. They are friends or at least used to be before she told her about Segun.
Segun’s eyes drifted to Rose while he sat. She looked beautiful to him and sweet but how that sweetness was just a façade told him a lot about himself. How her innocent looks masked her cruel nature left him wondering. He wished he came here to see Rose alone because all he could think of while battling for his life was Rose but instead his desire for Rose could just be secret for now while he stays with Bisola at least out of appreciation while he figures what he is really going to do.
Bisola came out to meet her mum talking with Segun comfortably seated on their sofa. She didn’t like this at all, when was she going to wait before she it gets to her turn to have Segun to herself. Helen turned to Bisola who was standing behind her. Get him something to drink before you go to prepare something for him.
Bisola left for the kitchen and ordered Rose to take a pack of juice and glass to Segun and come back to boil rice and heat the vegetable for Segun while she went back to the sitting room and sat down praying her mum ends her discussion immediately.
Helen couldn’t help noticing the uneasiness in her both daughters around Segun. While it seemed Bisola was flirting with him, Rose looked rather sad around him and then she remembered her dream and she knew that instance that she needs to hold a late night discussion with her two daughters who she just noticed have really become women happening to be in love with the same boy.
Bisola lay on her bed smiling to herself.
“Today is the best day of my life”, she thought to herself.
Segun on his first outing came to her place. My act of betrayal was worth it after all. And she played the scene in her head again. She had taken Rose’s phone that day in the kitchen when Segun called and she had cut the call and sent messages to him using Rose’s phone telling him he is a liar and a cheat and deserves to rot in hell and not to survive that attack. How she is better off without him and that she has found a better man to take his place in her life. She sent another message to tell him she never loved him, she was only making use of him to fill the vacuum she felt after the loss of her father. Bisola smiled; I didn’t know I could do such. Then she continued to play the scenes in her head. She went out and told Rose that she wants to take the picture of Rose and Adekola Cole and when she was done, she told Rose she wanted to make use of her phone and then she went to her room and sent the images to Segun on WhatsApp, telling him that that was her new boyfriend, that Segun should never call her number again. Segun kept calling to know what was leading to the insult but she kept cutting the calls and deleting his messages and the one she had sent using Rose’s phone and at the end blocked Segun’s number on Rose’s phone.
When Rose came to collect her phone she didn’t know all that had transpired on her phone.
Truthfully, I didn’t think this would work as easily as it did on both of them but it did. This holiday was a beautiful one after all. I wished I could write an essay on how I spent my last holiday, Bisola said out loud with a sigh of relief.
Rose sat on her bed looking at her clothes neatly arranged in her box. The holiday was finally over and she was grateful for this time to finally return to school.
All I need right now is a break from this stranger that was my sister. Rose said to herself.
Segun had come to her house today but she didn’t get any explanation for his actions and hurtful words. She laid her head on her bed and cried; longing for someone to talk to when she remembered Adekola. Rose picked up her phone and dialled his number but no response on the other end.
Segun was bubbling this morning. He had grown stronger and healthier in the last three months after the horrible attack even though his attackers had left a scar across his face precisely on his forehead but fortunately it made him look more macho and handsome. Tade, Segun’s mum watched her soon as he ate his breakfast.
It looks like this Bisola girl has a lot to do with your recovery, you up and excited about going out. If I had my way you would still be staying in for a while. The POP just came of your arm.
“Mum! I am fine. I have not gone anywhere except the hospital”.
And I want to go out to see what is happening and really I want to see Bisola and really Rose, he said inside himself. I want to see how she looks now after dumping me in such a cruel manner and even that, I can’t help my growing attraction for her. Bisola has been a great friend in this time and I want to greet her.
“I want you to be careful. We don’t know the angers locking around you even though your father says he has taken care of it”, Tade said.
“Yes Ma!” Segun got up from the dining table and headed for the door.
“Are you going somewhere this morning?” Helen asked Bisola after watching her daughter’s demeanour. She was excited and did all her choirs heartily but most notably, she looked very beautiful this morning. Her braids were packed up in a ponytail; she took time to apply her makeup and wore a sweet scent.
Bisola smiled. “Let’s just say I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning and felt like looking good.”
Helen looked at her daughter and did not feel comfortable with her answer but decided not to push. Some puzzle was missing, while Bisola grew happier everyday Rose was withdrawn and quiet and she was locking everyone else out and hidden the key somewhere possibly with her father’s ghost. Since Samson died, all she wanted to do was fill that vacuum in Rose’s life but she had never really succeeded and just then Segun came along. Segun! It struck a cord in her. Could all this withdrawal of one and excitement of the other have anything to do with Segun? But she couldn’t fathom why until there was a knock on the door.
Johnson sat on his chair wondering how to get out of this mess he found himself.
Everybody is greedy, and tell me where greediness ever gets anyone to. I gave these boys what I had in mind for them but now they are saying they want it shared 55/45. If I give in to their demand what would have been the point of the deal? Moreover they killed my friend when all I asked them to do was get the documents needed to access the deal. They gave the lame excuse that he was stubborn and in the process saw one of their faces. How was that his fault? Now they are threatening to implicate me in the death of Alade. Treacherous is what they are. If they would agree to 70/30, then I could manage.
A text message entered his phone. “Your wife is on her way out and this time be grateful if lives to tell you the story” was the message on his phone.
Immediately, everywhere was so cold and he started shivering, he dialled his wife’s number but she wasn’t answering her phone.
He sent a message back to them, “I would meet you demand, proceed to my office immediately”.
“No! Meet us at our usual joint”. They responded.
Tade pick up her phone to see that her husband had called her several times. She had kept her phone inside her purse and put it in the inner space in her handbag and zipped it up before she entered the shopping mall to get groceries. Today that Segun was out, she decided to go out and buy all what was needed herself rather than send the new maid they got only recently.
Why did her husband call her several times, what could he have wanted? He hasn’t called her while he was at work for years unless there was something he urgently needed and that only happens once in a red moon. But she couldn’t remember when last she saw up to ten missed calls from him.
She wanted to call him back but decided against it in order not to secure his wrath and have him make today a bad day for her.
She entered her car and drove off.
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Rose laid still on her bed, the night stretched longer and this night was especially long and cold. The last time she felt this way was when she was dealing with her father’s death but she went through it because there was Segun to hold her up but same Segun was the reason for her relapse. Its been two weeks and these two weeks feel like a life time. Segun kept mum and she could tell it was not because of his health ; at least he speaks with Bisola. Rose didn’t know what she had done wrong or the wrong finger she pointed to touch the bull’s eye. The last she heard from him were the last words he sent to her phone. Why would he tell her to go to hell ?
Why did I trust him ? Why did he place all my weight on him ? He just withdraw not minding the degree of the impact from the fall.
God was this what you were telling me in John chapter 5? How was I to know he was this way ? How was I to know that he shouldn’t be trusted ? Rose couldn’t cry because she had no tears left to shed for him.
Segun wished the ambush had killed him, this pain was eating him up. Just when he thought he had found love and someone he could trust, then Rose just pulls the support from under him. Bisola was just a way of testing if what he feels for Rose is real, now that Bisola is the reason he can even hope for morning to come.
She couldn’t even wait for me to fully recover, she just couldn’t even be reasonable enough to tell me she doesn’t feel same way about me. I was willing to become a better person for her, I worked my service to Oyo for her and she just has to smash me hard without looking back.
He pick up his phone ; see all this wicked messages she sent me, insulting me, calling me unprintable names and to crown it all was to send me the picture of her new boyfriend.
Girls are wicked ! Segun sobbed quietly and wished the morning would not come so he can caress his pain in his bed.
Bisola’s picture came to his mind. I can’t tell her what her sister did to me because she was supposed to be the game and now she is the one I fall back to.
Could it be that my ghosts are hunting me ? I didn’t plan to fall or stand in love, I just wanted to enjoy their company but God ! Rose has away to drawing a man’s heart to her. She found a new guy and threw me away like some trash.
She would answer for it later, when I am over her and when I have found out what my father got him into this time that had to affect me.
Life is more beautiful these days, Bisola said to herself. I have half expected my plans to work but I didn’t have to work hard to accomplish my task. Imagine things one can do for love, I wouldn’t have believed if someone had told me I would this to my sister. Bisola sat on her bed and laughed heartily.
Her conscience had told her that she was about to act wickedly when she oick up Rose’s phone but she convinced herself that if you love something, fight for it and all she was doing was fighting for it. Something else told her that she wasn’t fighting fair but she told herself that Rose was the one who was not fair ; she had the attention of their dad when he was alive when actually he was made for them both and now she wants this one thing she has had close to her dad. So I am fighting fair. Sometimes the end justifies the means. Now two weeks down the line she doesn’t feel guilty because it worked for her. Segun doesn’t talk to Rose and Rose does not know why.
Then she asked herself, “Bisola, what did you do and how did you do this ? “. I won’t say it now for walls have ears.
Bisola looked up to see her mum standing at the entrance of her room. Good morning mum. I didn’t notice you entered.
There is no way you would with all that laughter. What has got you so excited this days and your sister in a down mood ? I almost want to believe in coincidence but its too coincidental to be a coincidence.
I can only tell you about myself because she hasn’t told me what is bothering her. Lines are falling for me in pleasant places and life is offering me its best. I got good news about my results.
That’s nice. Congrats. But how come Rose has not told you what is wrong with her ?
I can only suspect what is wrong with her. Her friend came in two weeks ago and told her he was moving out of this area and I guess she has not heard from him again. I am suspecting he is her boyfriend and now it feels like his changing location is equivalent to changing partner.
I have asked her several times but she keeps telling me she is fine.
Then she will be fine Bisola said. What are we preparing for breakfast ?
Enter the kitchen with your sister and fix us breakfast with what we have available in the house.
Mrs Alade left Bisola’s room
The weather this evening was still cloudy from the rain that fell earlier in the day. Rose sat at one of her favourite spot in the house; the kitchen balcony appreciating the green the rainy season was offering generously. The environment always looked more beautiful during the rainy season, Rose thought to herself. The flowers bloom, the grasses pick up and give their finest radiance and all you can wish for is that your life picks up a hint from nature.
She wanted to ask Segun many questions but he wasn’t in the position to answer them now. She so much wanted to know if what Bisola told her was true, what had gotten him into trouble to place him on the hospital bed, was he serious when he told her he loved or was he displeased because she had not responded favourably ?
Oh! How I wish I can just get answers now, she said out loud.
Rose, you have a visitor in the sitting room. Her younger brother said to her from behind and went off immediately without further explanation.
Rose stood by the dining table as she looked at her visitor who was not yet aware of her presence. She wasn’t expecting him to visit so soon nor was she expecting him to visit at all.
Adekola Cole! What a pleasant surprise, she said walking into the sitting room.
I decided to drop by your house today and to tell my new friend that we are moving out from this area to another state. I really wanted to see you again and get your number since I don’t know when the next time will be, Adekola said.
The anger and the urge to fight grew stronger and it seemed to gather momentum every brand new day in Bisola’s heart. She just wanted Rose out of her way. Segun was all she wanted and nothing else mattered. Bisola lay on her bed restless and unsure of her relationship. She had not been able to speak with Segun able what Rose mentioned. Not that she believed it, Rose could have misunderstood his good intentions and fallen for him but she just wanted him to reiterate his love for her.
Bisola heard voices coming from the living room. Who is that? She asked herself and headed out.
Rose has a new boyfriend now? She thought as she went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of juice.
Bisola stood in front of the kitchen cabinet looking out of the window with her glass of juice wrapped round in her palm and then the ringtone of Rose’s phone brought her back to consciousness. She turned round to see that it was Rose’s phone ringing and then she knew what to do. Bisola reached for the phone and saw the caller and was more certain of what to do and how soon.
It rained heavily all night. The weather was cold this morning, all Bisola wanted to do was to remain under the duvet for want of warmth instead she opened her eyes to see that it was 6:30am. She could hear the movements in the kitchen and could tell that it was Rose in the kitchen doing her chores.
Bisola picked up her phone to see if there was any missed call from Segun. I haven’t been able to reach Segun since yesterday, hope all is well?
She dialled it again and there was an answer on the other end.
“Hello”, this is Segun’s mother.
Good morning ma. This is Bisola Alade
My daughter, how are you?
I am fine ma. I have been trying to reach Segun, is all well with him?
Hmmm! My dear, Segun was beaten to stupor by some men two nights ago and he has been in the hospital since then. He is sleeping right now.
I didn’t have any knowledge of that, I will come to the hospital later in the day to see him.
OK my dear. Greet your mother and the rest of your siblings for me.
They will hear ma. Bye for now.
Segun turned his face to mother when he knew she had gotten off the phone.
“Who was that?”
Segun you are awake and you can talk! His mother went to his bed and placed her hands on his head. How do you feel this morning? Are you still hurting badly?
Mum! I am still in pain but it feels better. So, who was that?
It was Bisola, Alade’s first daughter.
What did she say?
She has been trying to reach you since yesterday but she would be coming in to check on you.
Where is dad?
He has gone to work.
Tell him I want to see him
I will call him immediately.
My sides really hurt. Mum, they almost killed me.
Thank God they didn’t succeed. You will soon be fine.
Rose was getting done with the dishes by the time Bisola walked into the kitchen. The cooker was shining, the floor had been moped, all the cups placed on the rack and kettle was on fire for those who would want to take tea for breakfast.
Well done, you have done a nice job here. I just got sad news, Segun is in the hospital. His mother told me when I called Segun’s phone that he was attacked two nights ago by some thugs. I would be going there with mum if she is available and I guess you would want to come along.
Oh my God! Rose shouted with her mouth wide open. What did he do to warrant such treatment and where would he have gone in the night to encounter thugs? Why do bad things happen to good people?
What is that? Their mother was standing at the entrance to the kitchen. What made you scream? She was looking at Rose.
Mum! Its Segun, he is in the hospital, he was beaten up by some thugs two nights ago, Bisola said.
What?! I will speak with his mother right away.
Samson was sitting alone with his son in his ward. Segun had tactically sent his mother away to make some pepper soup for him because he felt his father would have gotten himself entangled in something that he would not have his wife know about.
Dad, those men that beat me up said they were sending a message to you through me, that you should know what was done to me is nothing compared to what they have in store for you if you don’t keep your end of the bargain. What did you get involved in?
Samson dropped his head as if feeling remorseful. Segun, its some work related stuff, just some criminals wanting me to cover their tracks. But no need to worry, I have it taken care of.
Dad! I don’t feel convinced; I feel you have crossed these people.
Segun I am sorry you had to be involved in this but what I told you is the truth.
That means you have reported this Case to the police.
I have it covered. Just get well soon so you can go to camp with this incoming batch.
The door to Segun’s room opened and they both turned to the direction of the door.
Who do I have here? Samson asked
Mrs Alade and her two beautiful daughters, you are welcome.
Good afternoon sir, Bisola and Rose greeted him and went to Segun’s bed.
How do you feel now? Rose asked
Segun looked from Bisola to Rose, it hurts badly but I feel better today.
Bisola saw the way Rose looked at Segun and became very angry. I would take care of this she said to herself.
I called you several times that evening, it didn’t go through and when it did you didn’t pick, I was feeling uneasy that day but I couldn’t place my hand on what it was. I am happy it didn’t lead to something worse. Rose said
Bisola took Segun’s hand and held it for a while not saying anything. Her phone rang, she looked at it and so it was Ronke. Excuse me, she said and went out to answer her phone.
Hello, Ronke. Sorry I didn’t call you as promised.
Bisola, hope you are good?
Yes I am, you?
I am good. I need to tell you something and it’s about Segun. You would need to be very careful with him.
How did you know Ronke? He is not looking fine at all after being beaten up. Can I call you later? I am in the hospital to see him and it won’t be polite to stay on the phone. Bye for now
Bisola returned to the room to see her mum by his bed side chatting with both father and son while Rose sat quietly.
This feels like a good omen, Bisola said.
I can see a good future for us, my mum would accept him and his father would love me for his son. Bisola thought, smiling broadly and Segun couldn’t help not noticing.
It was raining heavily by the time Segun thought he should leave the bar to go home. He had decided to go to his usual spot to drink with his friends to celebrate how the previous day went with Bisola. Hanging out with Bisola was easier than he thought. She had allowed him to kiss her in the car and he enjoyed the way she melted in his hands. If not because he wanted to look responsible, he would have gone a step further.
It was already 8pm and his parents will soon start worrying about him especially his mum. “Mothers just like to worry even when their boys become men”, Segun said to himself. Segun’s phone rang and it struck him that he had not called Rose that day at all or the day before.
Hello! Segun spoke into his phone
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Segun disconnected the call and looked at his watch.
Its quarter past 8, I should take my leave since the rain has subsided. Segun said to his friends on the table.
“Guy after six bottles of beer, you sure say you still dey gallant?” one of his friends asked
I’m cool to drive. Boys have grown into men. Segun shook their hands and took his leave.
As Segun got to door of his dad’s car which he was driving, four men which followed him out from the bar crossed him.
Can I help? Segun asked
One of the men facing him directly said amidst smiles, we want you to deliver a message to your dad.
What is the message?
Segun received a slap from the back and then blows and punches followed. Tell your dad that this is not close to what we would do to him if he doesn’t keep his end of the bargain, the man who Segun sensed was their leader said.
Rose I have a gist for you, Bisola said grinning ear to ear. When Rose didn’t respond she took note of what Rose was doing.
What is wrong with you, you look worked up?
I have been trying to call someone for two hours now, his phone is ringing but he is not answering.
“His phone”, who is the he that has you all worked up?
Leave that for later while I listen to your gist.
Bisola collected Rose’s phone from her. You are calling Segun and that is why you are worried. Segun is fine, we spoke this afternoon. That is the gist I want to tell you about. I am seeing Segun. He picked me up from school yesterday and took me out to lunch. It was so much fun. He brought me home. We shared a kiss in the car and it was beautiful. It felt like I was in heaven on earth.
Rose stood in shock, not believing her ears. Are you sure of what you are saying? Because Segun just told me recently that he is in love with me and that he wasn’t rushing me for anything.
Bisola got angry. Are you saying this to make him look bad because I said he loves me? When did he tell you he loved you?
About four weeks ago.
Then that means it’s me he loves. I don’t want you calling him again or talking to him. I thought you of all people would be happy for me not trying to get in my way. You just finished your first year and what you are thinking of is a guy instead of your future? You still have a long way to go, learn how to set your priorities right. Bisola worked out of the room angrily leaving the door open.
Segun was having difficulty opening his eyes, it felt sore and swollen. He tried moving his hands and he felt an excruciating pain. A hand rested on his chest which made him cringe in pain. He couldn’t open his mouth to ask the question in his heart.
Segun, don’t sorry. Don’t bother moving, you are safe, you are in the hospital.
That was his mum’s voice and she knew what was in his heart.
Some young men saw you by your car and rushed you here. They called us with your phone.
Segun thought about the face of the gentle looking guy smiling at him, wanting to send him a message to his father. He was here because of his father and where was he? How long had he been lying on the ground in the rain before he was found, how long has he been in the hospital? Just then someone entered the room.
Mrs Johnson, the X-ray conducted show that he has a broken rib and a broken arm, luckily there are no internal injuries from the conducted scan which means, his bouncing back won’t be too long. He would be in POP for a while though. Segun will be fine, by tomorrow he should be able to open his eyes well and talk.
That must be the doctor, Segun thought within him. He wanted to see his dad but couldn’t talk. He remembered he wanted to call Rose before the mishap. Hope he won’t be busted by the two sisters? I need to get my phone. He tried moving his fingers but that only made tears stream down his face.
What has my father done to bring this upon me? Segun thought. He heard his father’s voice from the door and he sensed he was talking to the doctor.
How is he doing? He is due to go for service in three weeks’ time, will he be ready to go by then?
Mr Johnson, your son should be back by then but not strong enough for any rigorous activity. But he can go to camp to sign in and take excuse on health ground to come back for monitoring. His POP is meant to stay on for six weeks.
Thank you doctor, Johnson said.
You are welcome. I hope we can lay hold of the culprits which he should be able to tell us by tomorrow.
I hope so too. Let me see my son.
John chapter 2 verses 12 to 17 was where the Pastor that preached at the program a classmate of hers invited her to read from. After the pastor finished reading she found herself reading further to verse 24. 23 to 25 struck a strong cord in her.
Rose had finished her exams four days earlier but waited to attend a program organized by one of the fellowships in school a close colleague had invited her to. She called her mum to tell her that she would be staying back for the program and won’t be coming home as the day she had wanted to and her mum had told her that her coming will be a day after Bisola’s return.
The program lasted for three days and this night was the last night.
She didn’t listen to much of what the preacher was saying. What she had read caught her attention so much she couldn’t free herself of it. Why won’t Jesus commit Himself to this people even though they believed on Him? What made them different from His disciples that he committed Himself to even though they were also humans? How do I know when not to commit myself to people? How would I know a person can be trusted? Rose thought within her.
Rose returned to the hostel a little troubled and she couldn’t place her finger on what it was exactly, whether it was what she read or something more.
Rose was happy to be done with her first year and it ended better than she imagined. But she was having mixed feelings on her way home, maybe it is nostalgia, she told herself.
A passenger behind her tapped her on the back, “Sisi” I want to come down.
She came back suddenly from her thought island and realised she was at her bus stop. Rose got down and went for her luggage at the trunk of the bus. She turned to see if she could ask anyone around to help her move it to the road side till she could flag down a taxi when a 5 feet 9 inches tall dark guy who looked like he was in his mid-twenties walked up to her.
Can I help you with your luggage? He asked her
Yes. You came just in time. Thank you!
When they were safely away from the road, he asked her where she was going? Omole estate, she answered.
You live there? He asked
Yes I do. Rose answered.
After a while of silence, she thought it wise to ask him where he was headed. Omole estate he answered.
She gave him the look of surprise, what street?
Two streets before yours, he answered expressionless.
I guess that means we would be boarding same taxi then.
If you are ok with it, he answered and smiled.
Just then she noticed a taxi coming which she flagged down before others waiting along the road got a hold on it.
Johnson! Johnson! Wake up! What is it?
Johnson woke up to see his wife on the bed and was grateful for that. Thank God it was his wife and not the monster running after him.
What was it that is making you shake so violently? Johnson’s wife asked.
It was a bad dream. Some people were trying to kill me but they didn’t succeed before you woke me up.
Nobody can kill you my husband, you know that. Is anything troubling your mind, because you have been having nightmares for the last week? Is there anything you want me to know before we pray?
Women! He said angrily and got up from the bed. You can go ahead and pray for both us, I want some time alone. And he was out of the room.
What have I said now to elicit such response, she asked the almost empty room left with only one human form? She heaved and knelt down to pray.
Rose felt at peace in the company of this stranger she that met only a while ago.
You seem far, a penny for your thought. He looked at her direction
We don’t spend penny in Nigeria so it won’t be of use, Rose said smiling
Ok! Smart one! What of its equivalent in naira?
My thoughts are too expensive for you to price them that low and why should a stranger care?
I’m sorry, forgive my manners. I am Adekola Cole, a student of Bowen University. I just finished my 300 level exams so I can say I’m a final year student now.
I would say so much information for a stranger. I’m Rose Alade and my thoughts still remain in my custody. Anyway, we are on your street now. I hope you enjoy your holiday.
I know I would, just make sure you do the same. Am I permitted to visit when I can?
You are welcome except at odd hours.
It was nice to meet you Rose.
Rose smiled, “same here”. Bye
Adekola got off the taxi in front of his gate and Rose was grateful for the company.
She was home but something was not feeling right. Her unrest soon disappeared when she saw all her siblings being followed closely by her mum running to give her a warm welcome. She was home and she was also grateful for that.