MY JOURNEY AS A SINGLE MOTHER.
Part 10.
By Authoress Rhoda.
Could you believe that Gbolahan went ahead to report me to my leaders that I seduced and lured him to bed. He told them I was an agent of the darkness sent to ruin his life.
All my leaders believed him. Well, who won’t believe him when he expertly framed his lies and backed them up with crocodile tears.
I just don’t know how to put everything he said. If I should start saying how this brother painted me black, the tears I have been holding back will flow like a running tap.😭
I was pained. I was broken into pieces.
I tried to wash myself clean in the presence of everyone. I tried to defend myself, but people failed to believe me.
“I knew sis. Bisi was possessed before now. Most of the times, most active and vibrant sisters are demonic. They are just serving God( not with their true hearts) in order for men to praise them and so that their secrets won’t be exposed.” G. C said to my pastor right in my presence.
I broke down in tears because I knew I was innocent.
Everyone saw me as the real devil himself.
The rumor spread like a fire outbreak.
” So, sis. Bisi, that SU lady isn’t a Christian. So, she is possessed. Holy holy sister is a demon.” Someone said to her friends. All of them bursted into laughter, sarcastically. They never knew I heard them.
I walked away immediately and went straight to my room. I cried my eyes out.
” God, why me😭😭😭😭😭😭.” I cried out.
I felt like committing suicide.
Esther heard about it. She packed her things and came to my hostel just to make sure I was fine.
I never knew Esther had finally given her life to Christ.
“Bisi, I knew this was going to happen. Please, just be strong. I think only God understands everything that happened to you.
Suicide isn’t the best option for you. I believe all things will work together for your favor. I believe God will fight for you when it is time. I believe that God will really mend your shattered heart.
Please, just be strong. Don’t allow the devil to be jubilating over your life. You need to prove to the devil that he has failed by committing everything into God’s hands and wearing a happy face. I want you to put the garment of praise and prayer on to show that devil is a liar.
But, if you keep crying, you are making the devil to be happy. If you commit suicide, then you will allow the devil to jubilate completely for ruining your life. I believe something good can still come out of you. So, cheer up. I know what I am saying may not make sense to you. Just be strong. God is in control.” Esther said. She really encouraged me. I cried on her shoulder.
In fact, no one in my church looked after me. In fact, the post (Sisters welfare coordinator) given to me was given to another person.
I later got to know that no brother was involved in any accident that day. I got to know that my G. C, bro Gbolahan and bro. Tayo (assistant G. C) set me up.
I stopped attending my fellowship because the shame was unbearable for me.
I began to follow Esther to her church.
She really stood by me. Some people in her church also stood by me.
ASUU strike came up.
Everyone went back home.
I also traveled back home.
I didn’t tell my parents anything because I wasn’t used to telling them things. I wasn’t free with them because they were very strict.
I felt like telling them so that they would even encourage me. I just couldn’t.
My mum noticed that I was well reserved. She noticed I was always depressed. She noticed I do shed tears sometimes, even in the middle of the night. She just couldn’t fathom what the issue was.
She tried asking me. She wanted me to be fine. I made her to understand that I was fine but within me, I knew I was dying. In fact not just dying. I was already dead and decaying.
I kept on asking God to take my life because the thought of returning to that same class (when ASUU strike is over) where I was painted black was like a killer to me.
Hmmm!
After two months of being raped, I suddenly fainted. My mum rushed me to the hospital.
When the result came out, the doctor told my mum that I was pregnant.
I just couldn’t hold my tears when I heard I was pregnant. Little wonder I missed my period after one month of the incidence. I thought it was normal because I do have irregular period.
My mum acted as calm as possible all through my stay in the hospital, but immediately we got home, my mum descended on me.
She gave me the beatings of my life. Well, I really wanted to die because the shame was something I couldn’t bear.
Immediately my dad returned that weekend, my mum disclosed everything to him. My dad called me to confirm if everything she said was true. I told him everything was true. Before I could say “jack” dad carried cutlass. He was so angry.
Immediately I saw that he was coming to my direction, I took to my heels. He chased me. He ran after me. In fact, it became a scene. Everyone in my community came out to beg my dad to at least pardon me.
My dad didn’t listen to me. I ran as fast as my legs could allow me.
Along the line, he went back home and told me never to enter his house again.
I cried my eyes out.
“God, you never told me that I will experience this. God, why me? 😭😭😭”.
I went back home after some hours. Immediately my parents got to know that I was the one, they chased me.
To cut the long story short, my parents sent me away from home. They told me to go and be living with the man that impregnated me.
I became so confused. I called Esther and narrated everything to her. She told her parents.
Her parents told me to come and be staying with them. They tried talking to my parents that I was raped, but all fell on deaf ears.
So, Esther parents were my helpers sent to me.
I felt like aborting the pregnancy because of shame. But, I remembered Dami’s case.
To be continued.
©️Ojo Rhoda Ayanfeoluwa.
