IF ONLY I HAD WAITED.
Written by Authoress Rhoda.
Part 1.
“Deola, my daughter, wake up!” I said as I tried to lift her up from the bed.
“Deola, wake up!” I shouted.
She failed to wake up from her sleep. I thought she was trying to deceive me by faking her sleep.
“Wake up!”
After trying to wake her up for minutes without response, I went straight into the bathroom, got a bucket full of water and poured it on her.
She didn’t move. Her eyes were closed.
It dawned on me that she had given up the ghost.
I rushed her to the hospital and she was confirmed dead.
My husband didn’t utter any statement. He only hissed like a snake, continuously.
I just couldn’t believe she was gone. My life came crumbling. She was my all in all. She was everything I had.
“What else am I still doing on earth? Death is the next portion for me.” I said sarcastically.
I prayed for death to snatch me but, it didn’t. I became a shadow of myself.
If only I had gotten her in the right way, she wouldn’t have died that soon.
I was warned. My pastor warned me. He told me not to fall into the pit he fell into.
I hardened my heart because the pressure was unbearable for me.
My mother-in-law was a thorn in my flesh when she got to know that I was barren.
In fact, I desired death. I wish the ground could swallow me alive.
My life became shattered when my husband began to have extra martial affair with one of my friends. I just couldn’t bear it when he brought her home. We became two wives in my husband house.
To cut the long story short, she gave birth to a bouncing baby boy while I was yet to get one.
I was intimidated. I was mocked by people. I was called all sort of bad names.
People I expected to stand by me turned their backs on me.
I just couldn’t fathom where I missed it because I wasn’t a prostitute. I really believed in sexual purity. I kept myself pure.
I could boldly say I married as a virgin.
How I couldn’t take in was an issue I couldn’t fathom.
When it was too unbearable for me, I took a step.
I got a child after 10 years in marriage.
The child was just 7 years old when she gave up the ghost.
If I say that my life became shattered, is an understatement.
17 years in marriage without a child of my own.
I’m writing this story so that you can learn from my life.
I want you to follow me closely. I believe you’ll surely be blessed by my story.
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My name is Sandra Oyetomi. I was born into the family of Mr. Jonathan Oyetomi. My mother’s name is Mrs. Ayomide. I’m the last child of my parents.
Unfortunately, I lost my dad into the cold hands of death at the age of 15. Life wasn’t easy for us because we all depended on my father for survival. His death was a big blow in our lives that threw us off balance.
My dad was a rich man when he was alive. He didn’t believe in mum doing anything. Mum became a full house wife.
After his demise, his family members took over my dad’s properties leaving us with nothing except our apartment where we lived.
I couldn’t further my academics because my mum was a full house wife. She couldn’t afford to further my studies. Feeding became a problem for us.
Along the line, a man came to ask for my hands in marriage when I was 18 years.
To be continued.
©️Ojo Rhoda Ayanfeoluwa.
