MY JOURNEY AS A SINGLE MOTHER.
Part 5
By Authoress Rhoda.
The devil really tempted me. But, I managed to escape that night.
My room mates didn’t stop bringing their guys home. In fact, they brought them to have s*x with them. Sometimes, I excused them.
I knew it was a great signal to me that the devil was after my soul. I drew closer to God. I fortified my heart with the word of God.
My room mates sometimes used what their boyfriends bought for them to torment me. They knew where I came from. They knew how I struggle to survive on campus.
Sometimes, they intentionally count thousands of money in my presence. I could remember one night one of them entered the room happily.
“Eyin ore mi (my friends), my boyfriend has done it again for me.” Bukola said joyfully.
Bolanle asked her to tell us the full gist.
I was doing as if I wasn’t hearing what they were saying. I faced what I was doing, but to be sincere, I heard everything they said.
” He gave me #100, 000 for my wardrobe allowance.” She finally said.
I opened my mouth. I couldn’t close it. I quickly cautioned myself.
“Ore mi, ore mi (my friend, my friend), your boyfriend really tried o. We are going to the market to buy clothes and shoes tomorrow niyen?” Bukola asked.
“Yes, oooo. I must always look good. I must not be like our mummy SU that always look like an old mama. No wonder she is not having a boyfriend.” Bukola said, pointing at me.
“I’m happy for you jare, my friend. I hope you served him well on bed.” Bolanle asked.
“My friend, I did o. Don’t you trust me ni. I served him well. He really enjoyed it. It was as if I should not leave him. He really enjoyed the meals I made for him.” Bukola said joyfully.
Everything got me thinking. It was as if I should ask her for some amount of money because I needed money urgently. I cautioned myself again.
” Bisi, this is what you will be enjoying if you have a boyfriend.” Bolanle said.
“Bisi, should I dash you just 20k out of the money he gave to me because I know you need money urgently?” Bukola asked.
One part of me was saying “yes” because 20k really meant a lot of me at that moment. Another part of me wanted to say “no”.
“Don’t bother, God will provide for me in a legit way.” I said.
“Stupid girl. You will die as a pauper. Don’t wise up.” Bukola said.
God came through for me. He sent helper to me that week. He didn’t put me to shame. I got more than what I needed.
They were all aware of my testimony.
Temptations came from everywhere. Especially from my room mates. If you have a godly person as a room mate, thank God for your life.
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I told one of my friends about everything that had been happening to me. The reason why I told her everything about me was that we both had many things in common. She was a christian.
She was academically sound. In fact, she had no man in her life. She was goal-driven. I even made her to know that I was a virgin. We both encouraged ourselves to keep the fire burning. I told her everything about my life because I thought she was a sister I could actually trust.
She encouraged me to be closer to God. She even told me all she had been going through in the hands of men.
I could vividly remember those times that a lecturer failed her because she failed to sleep with him.
It wasn’t easy for her. She cried her eyes out. She felt like giving up on her life—suicide because she devoted everything into the course.
Funny enough, the man threatened to keep failing her until she yields to him.
I encouraged her not to give up on God. In fact, I became a motivational speaker all of a sudden. Many people spoke to her.
“Is God dead? How could He allow Mr. Komolafe to fail me?” She suddenly asked.
“Please, don’t say that.” I said.
“All right. I won’t kill myself. I will be fine. Please, be going to your hostel, it is getting late. I promise to be fine. Thank you so much for always being there for me.” She said.
I hugged her and took my leave.
On getting home, my eyes saw rubbish.
I met one of my room mates at home with her boyfriend, having se.x. The other one wasn’t around.
“What is the meaning of all this rubb. ish, Bolanle? Are you guys not ashamed of yourselves? Every time, you will be having se.x while your mates are busy building their lives.” I said angrily as I walked to my bedside…
“You are very stupi.d for what you said, Bisi.” She replied.
“I am not the one stup.id. You should be the one I should be calling stup. id. How will you be doing all these in our room, not your own room o? How will you be doing this when you know that anyone can come in at anytime. It shows that you are not ashamed of yourself. You are shameless. Everytime se.x…! Is it food for you? Can’t you train yourself to live without it? Must it always be everytime? You better repent before you go to hell. Sham.eless girl.” I shouted.
” You are ma.d!!!” She said.
I didn’t say anything again because I have spoken my mind. I faced my own business.
Her boyfriend was just looking at me as if I poured feaces on my body. I didn’t even care. As long as they weren’t doing their shit again…
I thought I had made myself clear. I didn’t know that my room mate was deeply pained and ready to show me her other side.
“Bisi, pack your loads and leave this room now, else, you will smell pepper tonight.” She threatened.
I clapped my hands and looked at her eye-ball-to-eye-ball
“I am not leaving this room for anybody. I hope you heard me well. I am not leaving this room for you. Not even for Bukola.” I replied angrily as I went back to my space.
“Bisi, leave this room, now!!”
“Are you commanding me or what? Did you remember I was the one who got this room before you guys begged me to accommodate you which eventually made you to become my room mates?”
“No problem, since you are not comfortable with all I’ve been doing in this room and you are not ready to leave this room, we shall see.” She said.
“See what! Shameless girl.” I shouted.
Her boyfriend ran to my side to deal with me. Immediately, I folded his hand . He became powerless. I finally released him.
To cut the whole long story short, they left the room.
My conscience began to torment me. I became guilty of some of my actions. I couldn’t fathom where I missed it.
“Bisi, is that how you will win someone to Christ?” I asked myself.
I became ashamed of myself.
I fell on my knees and asked God for forgiveness.
Bolanle narrated everything to Bukola . Life became unbearable for me there.
I never knew that they had plan for me.
Positive or negative plan? Watch out!
What would you have done if you were in my shoes?
©️Ojo Rhoda Ayanfeoluwa.
