EPISODE 1
At 38 years old, I woke up one day and thought to myself, "It’s time to start taking my life seriously. I would be 40 in two years, and I don’t want to be a fool at 40." I used to be a Christian like 10 years ago, so I guess I could try the church thing just to find a good man at least.
When I was 28 years old, something tragic happened to my family. My dad and my three brothers died on Christmas Eve. Two weeks earlier, my mum and I left Lagos for Ikole Ekiti as usual to clean our village house ahead, plus my dad needed to tidy up some things at the office. The boys didn’t really like the village, so they would usually come with daddy on Christmas Eve. My mum and I were expecting them that faithful day. We had earlier spoken with them, and they had already gotten to Ekiti. On their way to Ikole, their car hit a truck, and they all died on the spot. The news broke me and my mum, and it was the most tragic moment of my life. Since then, Christmas became a season of sorrow.
I hated God, church, anything that had to do with Christianity. I knew He was Omnipotent, I knew He was amazing, He could do anything, He is Almighty, but allowing 4 members of my family to die in one day? No, that was unfair. For 10 years, I have not stepped my foot in church. But I have risen in my career. I was doing well for myself. I thought to myself, "I don’t need God anyway, I can be anything I want without God." But for some weird reasons, I wanted a Church guy. I was tired of all the men in the media industry where I work as a TV host on Marble TV, where I host a show called "Bolanle and Friends Reality TV Show." That place is too corrupt, mehn.
Hmm, I have had my fair share of life these 10 years, releasing and receiving breakfast. I wanted someone stable, with a clean slate. God can at least do that for me as compensation for all He allowed to happen to my family. So I soon found a nice, beautiful, intelligent church around me and started attending on a daily basis. The pastor would usually come and preach about the faithfulness of God, and in my heart, I would always say "yen yen yen, if He was faithful, why would He allow what happened to my family happen to them?" My mum has been half alive, half dead for about 10 years now. Sometimes, I wish she was dead; she can’t recognize me. She cannot recognize anyone. Everyone she met was Segun (her husband), Tope, Layinka, and Junior (her sons). Her words have never been coordinated for 10 years. She had not stepped into her office for 10 years. I was able to heal 2 years later, at 30. I picked myself up and decided to make something out of my life to make my brothers and dad proud. When testimonies are being shared, honestly, I don’t believe it. Especially those testimonies of "I had an accident, everyone died except myself." I would always say, "Woo, all these ones no concern me, my husband should just come." 😊
One day, on a faithful Sunday morning, a young man climbed the altar to take the offering. His eloquence was top-notch. I loved the way he spoke; he was amazingly articulate. In my heart, I thought, "Is this one married like this? He looked older than I am."
A little backstory: These past 10 years, I have been with all kinds of men - young, within the same age range, and very old men. This one looked like he was around 40 or 41ish. Sometimes when I go to church, I used to wish no one would recognize me. I would usually arrive quite late and leave early. I kept wondering how I would find my man with this kind of behavior.
Immediately I saw this young man, I decided I would stay a little while after the service, perhaps to say hi to him. Unfortunately, he was so busy greeting people that I gave up and went to the car park. As I was about to leave, I heard a voice from behind, "Wait, are you…?" Immediately I saw his expression, I knew he recognized me.
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Written by Oke Funmilayo
This work is purely inspired by the Holy Spirit.
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