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Through The Waters 9

Hiii people,

How are you? How was your week? Mine was okay. I’m just glad its Friday.  I hope we are all praying for Nigeria? For peace in the north and for the forth coming elections. The bible says we should pray for the peace of Jerusalem; Nigeria is our own Jerusalem.

All the events happening around the world are pointing to the rapture. You can read about it in Matthew chapter 24. If you’ve not surrended your life to Jesus and made Him your lord and savour please do so because time is running out.

Also as believers, we should reach out to our friends,  colleagues,  class mates, neighbours and tell them about Jesus. He gave us a mandate to preach the gospel to every creature.

On to today’s post; please pardon any mistakes because I had to type with my phone. Please do remember to leave a commment.

God bless you xxx


“Okay Yinka, we’ll talk later. . .very funny! See you tomorrow.”

Dolapo watched her friend and listened to her conversation with Yinka. The look on Sope’face face scared her; she looked very dreamy. As soon as Sope hung up, she called her. “Mo-so-pe!” Stressing every syllable.

“Yessss.” Mosope replied rolling her eyes.

“There’s a way that seems right to a woman, but the end thereof is the way of death. ”

“Pleaseeeee Dolly spare me abeg! So I can’t speak to my friend on the phone again?”

“Enough said.”

Both ladies returned to work. Dolapo stared at her laptop screen but her thoughts were centered on Mosope. She hated this slippery slope her friend was treading on. This week alone, Yinka Da-Silva had sent flowers, a box of chocolates, perfume and spa vouchers for both of them which she refused. Like her mum always says, ‘ when a man sees a woman he wants, he would do anything to have her’ and that was exactly what Yinka was doing. There was just something wrong about him, she could sense it.

She was shocked when Bode called and told her Mosope had broken up with him. She was even more shocked that Mosope didn’t mention it to her. Bode called her to plead with Mosope on his behalf.

She looked towards the direction of her friend and sighed. She missed the Sope who had preached to her about Jesus. Sope who didn’t give up on her even when she made fun of her and called her church girl. It wasn’t until she gave her life to Christ that she understood what it meant to keep the marriage bed undefiled. She used to make fun of Sope and Bode because she just didn’t understand why two people who were so in love with each other could be in a relationship and not have sex.

She remembered when she hit rock bottom because of her alcohol addiction and almost lost her job, she knew she needed help. Help which was stronger than Alcoholics Anonymous or any self determination. She knew she needed the saviour to break the yoke. Mosope led her in the sinners prayer and gave her bible marked with bible verses to help her grow in her walk with God.

Sope prayed with her when her ex boyfriend who lured her into alcoholism came calling and she feared she was too weak to say no to him. Sope was always ready to share the word of God when she needed more understanding.

She knew it was her turn to pray for her friend.

Bode was having lunch with his colleague Emeka in a restaurant some blocks away from their office. They both ordered yam porridge and tucked into their meals quickly.

“Dude, I’m sorry about your babe. I know heartbreak is painful but life goes on.”

“Emeka you won’t understand. ” Bode replied.

“I’ve been there before…I know how it feels.”

“True I know.” Emeka’s fiancee had broken up with him two days after they got engaged. She just returned the ring to him and said she was no longer interested. “It still feels like a dream you know…although its been over a month. Do you know she has refused to speak to me or even see me.” Bode continued.

“Sorry bro.”

Bode sighed. “We were already planning our wedding. Where do I start from? Mosope is the only woman I’ve ever loved. She’s the only woman I see in my future, Emeka. We are supposed to grow old together, she’s supposed to be the mother of my kids.”

“Everything happens for a-”

“I miss her….I miss her soo much it hurts. I think about her all the time. What am I supposed to do?”

“Pray Bode, pray and pray hard.”

Mosope hummed as she ironed the dress she was going to wear for her date with Yinka. He was taking her to a seafood restaurant on the island and a jazz bar afterwards.

She finished ironing, took out the bendy rollers from her hair and put on her dress. It was a knee length red dress with a low v-neck cut. Usually she wore a camisole underneath but decided not to today. It wouldn’t hurt to look sexy and besides it didn’t reveal too much cleavage.

She put finishing touches to her appearance, sprayed the perfume Yinka gave her and stepped out of her room. She was about to descend the stairs when it occurred to her to pick up a shawl to cover her shoulders because her dad would be shocked if he saw her looking this way.

When she got downstairs, she found him watching TV. He took his eyes off the screen when he noticed her.

“Dad, I’m going out. ”

“With Bode I suppose.”

Mosope rolled her eyes, why did he have to bring up Bode’s name in every conversation?

“NO. With a FRIEND. ”

“Okay young lady.”

“Bye dad.”


Tunji’s gaze lingered on his daughter as she opened the door and stepped out. How he missed Deborah! She would have known the right words to say to their daughter. Well, He was going to continue doing what he had been doing since the day his late wife announced she was pregnant with Mosope.

Pray for his daughter.


Through The Waters 8

Tunji called for a family meeting after church on Sunday. The meeting was going to be about Mosope. He missed his daughter.

He pulled into his driveway, picked up his Bible and the food Abimbola had given him after service. She had been doing that for the past month. She was such a nice and godly woman; he wondered why she never remarried. He was just about to open the door of the house when he heard the sound of a car pull up behind him; it was Gbenga and his wife.

Tunji watched as his son got out from the car and turned round to open the door for his wife. He was surprised, since when did Gbenga become such a gentle man? He held the door open for Onyinye and guided her as they walked towards him. They looked like newlyweds in their matching Ankara outfits.

“Daddy good afternoon sir.” Onyinye greeted her father in-law and gave him a hug.

“Good afternoon mama Beji.” He replied warmly and returned the embrace. “Pregnancy surely looks good on you.”

“Thank you sir.” Onyinye replied.

“Good afternoon sir” Gbenga greeted.

“Gbenga bawo ni? Tunji replied, shaking his son’s hand.

Onyinye collected the things her father in law had in his hands. “I’m sure you both must be hungry, especially Onyinye.” Tunji remarked as they entered the house.

“We are! I didn’t even eat before going to church.” Gbenga said, I hope Sope prepared something for us?” He continued.

“I doubt that, you know your sister and how she hates cooking… I brought some food home. Onyinye where is the bag you collected from me?”

“I dropped it in the kitchen.”

“Okay, its stew…you can boil some rice or spaghetti, depending on what you people want to it. I’m fine with anything.” Abimbola had informed him about the content of the food flask.

“Where did you get the stew from?” Gbenga asked.

“Oh…Abi made it and gave it to me after service.”

Gbenga and his wife exchanged a knowing look. “I’ll just make rice, Gbenga isn’t really a fan of spaghetti.” Onyinye said and went into the kitchen.

Father and son settled down on opposite sofas and Gbenga turned on the TV.“Dad, where is Mosope? Cos I didn’t see her car outside.”

“I don’t know, you know she never tells me anything these days.”

“I hope she’ll be back in time for our meeting?” Gbenga said and glanced at the clock.” It was past 1 and they agreed to meet at 2.

“Well, she said she’ll be here…Bode told me he’ll be a bit late because he has something urgent to attend to.”

“Oh okay.”


Mosope said grace with the rest of the congregation as the service came to an end. She smiled at Yinka who was so eager to come and meet her from where he was at the choir stand.

He had invited her to his church a couple of times; their new friendship had blossomed. He called her everyday, stopped over to take her for lunch at work. She was surprised when he mentioned that he was in the choir. He just never struck her as a church goer, not to talk of one committed in the choir.

So she decided after months of not going to church to finally go to Yinka’s church. He was so excited that he offered to pick her up from her house but she declined. She got to the church some minutes to 10 because service was for 10.

She drove into the church car park by 9:52. Although service was for 10, it was already full. She was lucky enough to find an empty spot. As she walked into the auditorium, she noticed how the ladies dressed – tight fitted clothes, short dresses and skirts, tops which revealed their cleavage. They could easily be mistaken as if they were going for a party instead of going to church.

As soon as Yinka made his way to her, he pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m glad you finally made it!” He said excitedly. “Hope you enjoyed the service? ”

She nodded even though it was so different from what she was used to.

“I bet you attend one of those boring traditional churches, where the pastor preaches about judgement, hell and weaping and gnashing of teeth.”

“Well…that’s not true. My church is very-”

“Come and say hello to my pastor before you leave.” He started dragging her towards the pastor’s office before she could protest.

They walked to the pastor’s office behind the altar. His receptionist was dressed in a very short tight leather skirt with a see through top and high heels. “Hi Yinkus!” she exclaimed when she saw them and got up to give him a hug.

She eyed Mosope as Yinka made the introductions and refused to acknowledge her greeting. They sat for about five minutes before they were ushered into the pastor’s office.

They entered a tastefully decorated office; the pastor was shouting at whoever he was talking to on the phone. He pointed towards the chairs in front of him and they sat down.

“I said SHUT UP! Listen woman, I said I won’t be home till 8 cos I have counselling.” He shouted into the phone.

Mosope would have left the office if not that Yinka was holding on to her hand so tightly. Behind the pastor’s desk, a large picture of him hung on the wall and to his right on a cabinet were some awards.

He got off the phone and with a beaming smile welcomed them. Yinka introduced her as a special friend which made her blush. “Mosope you are welcome, we hope to see you next Sunday? ” The pastor asked.

” I’ll-”

Before she could reply, he cut her off. “Our church is for all of God’s people, we don’t discriminate, no strict doctrine, right Yinka?” Yinka nodded.

“We believe in freedom of worship. The bible says that where the spirit of God is, there is liberty. Amen? ”

“Amen Pastor Shoo!” Yinka replied.

” A-men” Mosope added.

He said a word of prayer and they left the office. They walked towards the car park, Yinka stopped to greet people and introduced Mosope.

“So how about lunch? I know a really good place not too far from here.”

Mosope glanced at her watch, “ Sorry Yinka, I have to be back home before 2.” She wished she didn’t have to go for the family meeting. Lunch with Yinka sounded more interesting. “We can do lunch another time.”

“So are you saying you’ll come to my church another time?” Yinka asked grinning.

“Well…lets see. Thanks Yinka.” She replied and opened her car door.

“You are welcome hun.” He replied and pulled her into a hug.


Mosope got home by 2:15pm and walked into the house to find her dad, Gbenga, Onyinye and Bode in the sitting room. She said a quick hello and went upstairs to her room to change into something more comfortable because it looked like it was going to be a long meeting.

When she got back downstairs, the TV was turned off and everyone sat around the dinning table. She pulled out an empty chair close to Onyinye. She immediately noticed the disappointed look on Bode’s face because there was also an empty chair next to him.

“Okay…lets begin, Onyinye please can you say a quick word of prayer?” Tunji asked.They closed their eyes and Onyinye prayed.

“Mosope the meeting was called because of you.” Tunji proceeded and all eyes turned towards Mosope, who looked anywhere else but the loving faces staring at her.

“We all love you and are really worried about you.” Tunji continued, going straight to the point. “We want to know what is really going on… You’ve changed and I want my little girl back.”
Tunji paused, “Mosope please look at me.” He pleaded. She looked at him. “I know you were really hit by your mum’s death… but it’s been six months already… I don’t like what I am seeing; I don’t and it breaks my heart. If anything, grief pulls people closer to God and not away from God. People run to God for comfort when they are struck by something too big for them to handle.” He moved his gaze across the room and continued. “You have no right to be angry with God just because He called your mother home. ”

There was silence in the room after Tunji’s words. It seemed they were waiting for Mosope to speak but she didn’t. Gbenga spoke next.

“Look Sope, mummy’s death was a wakeup call for me to examine my relationship with God. I didn’t realise that I was gradually backsliding… It started with being too busy to do my quiet time, to skipping church services to allowing the so called ‘little’ sins. It affected my marriage, I became so selfish and was ripping my marriage apart gradually with my own hands.” He reached for his wife’s hand and covered it with his.

“Sope, like the bible says ‘For His thoughts towards us are thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give us hope and a future’. God loves you please stop being angry.”

“Similar to Gbenga,” Tunji added. “Your mother’s death made me examine my life, it made me think about eternity and give more attention to the things that really matter-soul winning, giving, doing God’s work.”

Another moment of silence passed before Mosope finally spoke.

“Okay…thanks everyone. Contrary to what you think, I’m not completely lost, I actually went to church today.

“Really?” they chorused.

“Yes… for the first time in months…I went to a friend’s church and it was different but nice… I’d really appreciate it if you allow me find my way back to God at my own pace…Daddy, I’m sorry to say this but I HATE how close you are to aunty Abi.” They all opened their mouths shocked. “Isn’t it too soon for you to try and replace mummy? At least grieve for a year!”

“Watch your tongue young lady!” Tunji reprimanded.

“Sope you have no right to talk to daddy like that!” Gbenga scolded.

“And Bode, we should call off the wedding . I’m sick of everyone telling me what to do!” She got up, “I know you love me… the problem is I’m not sure if I still do.”

Through The Waters 7

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Mosope picked out a black jumpsuit from her closet, held it against her body and studied her appearance in the mirror; It was either this jumpsuit or a green dress. She couldn’t make up her mind because she didn’t want to appear too dressy or too casual.

She couldn’t believe she had agreed to go on a date with Yinka Da-Silva. He had asked out to dinner and she said yes. He had gone from the guy she avoided to a new friend in the space of two weeks. It started with a phone call from him that lasted well over thirty minutes.

Her relationship with Bode hadn’t gotten any better, she avoided his calls and visits. Last week he came over to her office to take her out to lunch which didn’t go to well as they ended up arguing the entire time. She was annoyed with him beacause he had reported her to her dad and Gbenga after missing pre-marital classes four consecutive Saturdays which led to them being disqualified.

She settled for the jumpsuit and got dressed. She was driving to the venue of their date because she didn’t want Yinka to come to her house even though he insisted on picking her up.


She parked at the restaurant, picked up her clutch and left the car. As soon as she walked into the restaurant, she immediately spotted Yinka sitting at a corner on a table for two. He stood up as soon as he saw her and smiled. He looked ruggedly handsome in his jeans and navy blue shirt. She returned the smile and strode to the table, suddenlying feeling shy.

“Hi Mosope.”

“Hello Yinka.”

He gave her a hug and pecked her cheeks. The fragrance of his cologne lingered in her nostrils as she took her seat.

“You look really pretty, I love the jumpsuit.”

“Thanks Yinka.” She replied.

“I must say I feel really honored to be out with the gorgeous Mo-so-pe Lawal.”

“Oh please stop the flattery.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious girl, it’s not flattery.”

Mosope smiled in return.

He picked up the menu from the table and opened it.“I think we should place our orders because it takes a while for them to bring the food.”

“Oh really? So you come here often then?”

“Well…I guess.” He perused the menu. “Not too often.” He added.

They placed their orders and made small talk while they waited for the food to arrive. Mosope felt a bit uncomfortable with the way Yinka looked at her as they talked.

Surprisingly, the food came about fifteen minutes after. They both tucked in heartily and cleared their plates.

“That was very tasty; I can’t believe I finished it.” Mosope said.

“Told ya, this is like the best Thai restaurant on the Island.” He dabbed the corners of his mouth with a napkin. “You should eat like this more often…you can do with a little flesh you know.”

“Yeah yeah, that’s what everyone says.”

“Desert?” Yinka asked.

“No thanks, I’m stuffed already.” She saw him looking at the menu. “You can go ahead though.”

“Nah I’m good. Should we go for a walk in about 5 minutes?”

“Yeah we should.”

They walked in silence along the street where the restaurant was both lost in thought. Mosope was convincing herself there was no harm in what she was doing, that she was just hanging out with a friend and Yinka was really a gentleman.

“So tell me, what’s on your mind young lady?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yep.” He reached for her hand and held it as they walked. Mosope was surprised at his gesture but didn’t show it.

“Well, I should be attending pre-martial classes with my fiancé right now and not strolling with you.”

“Is that all?”


He tugged her hands gently. “How about the fact that we are having a really good evening, haven’t you thought of that?”

“Well…yeah and that too.”

“I just wanted us to spend some time together, I just wanted to see you smile and hear you laugh.” He stopped walking and faced her. “And I’m glad I achieved that.”

Mosope smiled in return. “Should we head back? It’s getting late.”

“Oops, I didn’t realize time had flown by.”

They walked back to the restaurant and Yinka walked her to her car.

“It was really nice spending time with you Mosope, we should do this again.”

“Yeah…I had a nice time. Thanks Yinka.” She opened the door and was about to get in.

“Don’t I even get a goodnight hug?” Yinka asked in a playful voice. Mosope leaned into him for a quick hug but he held on a bit longer till she gently tapped his back and said loudly. “Okay Yinka.”

He released her, she got into her car and started the engine. “Byeee Yinka.” she said through the front window.

“Bye Mosope, please let me know when you get home, drive safely okay.”

“I will.” She replied and drove off while Yinka remained at the same spot waving at her till she was out of sight.


Gbenga and Onyinye were in bed about to retire for the night. They had attended the wedding ceremony of Gbenga’s colleague at work earlier in the day and stopped to buy frozen yoghurt on their way home because Onyinye was craving it.

“You are going to the house to see Daddy and Bode after church tomorrow right?”

“Yeah I am…I don’t know what is wrong with my sister, I really don’t. Bode told me they had been disqualified from attending the premarital class in church because Mosope refused to attend. The thing is-”

“I’m really surprised you know.” Onyinye interrupted. “Really really surprised at the way Mosope is behaving. I really don’t understand. I’m sure something else is wrong, this isn’t just about mummy.” she continued.

“I’m not just surprised oh, I’m DISAPPOINTED. She has stopped going to church, she no longer seems interested in the marriage, she no longer calls me or even answer my phone calls. She’s just acting like a baby!”

“I think the only thing we can do is to keep praying for her Gbenga. If God could heal our marriage, he can heal Mosope too.”

“Yes we’ll pray but also TALK SENSE INTO HER. Haba!”

“Calm down big brother! Ni suru ( be patient).”

“Yes ma!” Gbenga replied playfully and tickled his wife.

“Let’s pray so we can sleep, its after 11 already.”

“Okay, I need to wee first.” Gbenga said and got up to go to the bathroom. No sooner had he gone to the bathroom did he hear his name.


He came rushing in and found his pregnant wife smiling with her hands placed on her stomach. He was by herside already with questioning eyes.

“What happened sweetheart?”

“Our baby just kicked.”

“Wow.” He sat beside her on the bed.

She took his hands and placed it on her stomach so he could feel the movement. He placed his hand but didn’t feel anything.

“He’ll kick soon.” Onyinye said.

“Hello darling, can you hear daddy’s voice? Please respond with a kick.” As if on cue, he felt the little movement on his wife’s stomach and he was awestruck.

“God is simply amazing!”


Mosope’s dad was already asleep when she got home. She went up to her room and brought out her phone to text Yinka and saw a missed call from him.

‘Hi Yinka, I’m just got home. I had a pleasant evening. Thanks.’

He replied immediately:

‘Mosope I had such a great time with you today. Please can we do this again? Next weekend maybe? Cos I’m crazy about you. ‘

Through The Waters 6


Mosope was in Dolapo’s house; they were watching a movie, eating noddles and suya.
Dolapo had paused the movie when Mosope’s phone rang.

“So where were you supposed to go to? I’m guessing that was Bode right?” she asked as soon as Sope hung up.

“Yeah…we had pre-marital classes in church today.” Mosope replied dryly.

Dolapo’s eyes widened in surprise.“And you missed it?”

Mosope nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had your marital thingy today? I wouldn’t have dragged you to my house!”

Mosope selected a piece of suya and popped it into her mouth.

“SOPE did you hear me?”

“Yeah I heard you. I just didn’t feel like going okay?”

Dolapo got up from the couch she sat on and sat beside Mosope. She reached for her hand and carefully traced the engagement ring on her finger. “You know your wedding is in 7 months?”

“I know that Dolly…its just that I don’t feel excited about it anymore?”

“Hmmmmm why? Cos last time I checked you and Bode were madly in love with each other. Or is something wrong? ”

“I don’t know Dolly. . . Please can we continue our movie? ”

“No, girlfriend we need to talk!” Dolapo replied and turned off the TV with the remote.

“You turned off the TV?!”

“Yes I did. Sope life goes on…you have to move on with your life. Trust me, your mum would want you to go ahead with the wedding. Bode is a great guy and he really loves you.”

“I know…I’m just not sure anymore… Dolapo life is so uncertain, what if we get married and he dies a week after?”

‘Sope! Don’t talk like that.”

“It’s the truth though, one minute my mum was cooking coconut rice, next minute she was dead.”
“Sope true we don’t know what will happen tomorrow, that’s why we need to trust God to take care of us. He said you are engraved in his palm; do you know what that means?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard it all in church, it shows how important I am to God.”

“True, the bible says that if God can care for the birds of the air, how much more us? Fine, bad things happen but you know that as believers, life doesn’t end here. Our life on earth is only a fraction of eternity. I know it’s difficult, but take solace in the fact that she’s in heaven.”

“Yeah. Thanks Dolly. Please can we continue our movie? ”

“Okay, anytime you need to talk, always remember I’m here for you.”

“Yeah” Mosope pointed to the TV.

“Wait jor, please call Bode and apologise to him and don’t miss the next one. ”

“Yes ma.” Mosope replied impatiently.

“One more thing.”

Mosope rolled her eyes.

“We haven’t even decided between the two dresses for your bridesmaids and how about-” Dolapo continued.

“Dolapo please can we talk about this later?”

“Okay.” Dolapo replied and turned on the TV.


Both ladies slept well into the afternoon on Saturday because of the movie marathon they did the previous night. Mosope woke up to four missed calls from Bode but she didn’t call him back.
She knew he was hurt, it wasn’t really her fault she was no longer excited about the wedding. Maybe they could postpone it.

She left Dolapo’s house on Saturday evening instead of Sunday as planned because her dad called to tell her Abimbola, his secretary was coming to the house to see her. She agreed because she liked Aunty Abi as she called her. She had known her since she was a little girl.

She remembered when aunty Abi and her son, Daniel moved into their house for a few months after her husband’s death. She had a crush on Daniel and it was fuelled when he came to stay with them. It annoyed her that he kept treating her like his little sister. She smiled at the memory.

Aunty Abi was at their house every day after her mum died till she was buried. She brought cooked meals for them, entertained the visitors and helped with the burial arrangements.

She heard laughter from the living room as she entered the house. It was so good to hear her dad laugh, she couldn’t remember the last time she heard laughter in the house. She stepped into the living room and saw her dad bent over laughing really hard and aunty Abi was on her feet talking.

“You should have heard him Tunji!” She mimicked the person she was describing in a male voice ‘Mrs Abimbola I’m sorry about the mix up.’ It was so obvious he wanted to choke as he said sorry.” They both burst into laughter and then they noticed her standing by the door.

“Sope we didn’t hear you come in.” her dad said.

“Yeah… I just came in.” she greeted both of them and hugged Abimbola. She dropped her bag and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. The aroma of food filled her nostril; she opened the two pots on the cooker and saw Efo riro and stew. She felt a pang of jealousy; aunty Abi had no right to cook in her mum’s kitchen. She had a glass of water and left the kitchen.

“Aunty Abi, I saw the efo-riro and stew you made. Thank you ma.”

“You are welcome Sope. Your dad and I have eaten, I made poundo for you, and it’s in the microwave. ”

“Okay, thank you ma.” She left them and went upstairs to her room. She wanted to give them space to continue talking about what was so funny. She had just settled on her bed when she heard a knock on her door.

“Sope can I come in.”

“Yes you can.”

Abimbola entered her room and sat beside her on the bed. “Sope how are you?”

“I’m fine aunty Abi.”

“You don’t seem fine to me young lady.” She put her arm across her shoulder and pulled her close. “I know you miss your mother Sope…I do too. I sure miss my friend.”

“I miss my mum’s voice aunty Abi. I miss hearing her call my name around the house. I miss our talks, I miss her helping me pick out what to wear…I just miss her.” She closed her eyes tight to stop the tears that threatened to spill. “God just let her die.”

“Sope you can’t stay angry at God. My dear, this is when you need Him the most. He says even though You walk through the valley of the shadow of death He’ll be with you.” Abimbola reached for the tissue box beside the bed and gently wiped the tears on Mosope’s face.

“There are so many things we can’t explain as mere mortals, so many.” She continued. “I remember when my husband passed on, I felt God betrayed me; it didn’t make sense that my
husband who was committed to the Lord died in a car accident. I was so angry and was hurting deeply… it wasn’t until I let go thay I started to heal.”

“I can’t help how I feel.” She sniffed, ” God let me down… I trusted Him so much. . . so so much. ”

“You have to stop being angry my dear and lean into God’s embrace. I’m so sure His hands are stretched out to you.” Abimbola smiled, ” just lean.”


Bode was on his way to Mosope’s house after church on Sunday.

He remembered the first time he met her. He was invited to a singles seminar in Calvary Assembly by a friend from work. He was reluctant to go having been to a few singles meeting and concluded the messages were always this same. His friend succeeded in persuading him and he found himself in Calvary Assembly on a Saturday afternoon. Surprisingly he really enjoyed the program because it was different from the other ones he had attended.

During the program, the pastor told the congregation to say something to the person sitting next to them. His friend was on his right and a pretty lady was on his left. They said hello to each other and he remembered her beautiful smile.

He attended a few more services at Calvary Assembly and felt the Lord lead him to make it his church. He saw the pretty lady regularly in church singing in the choir but he didn’t get to talk to her again till some months later.

They got talking and fast became friends when they realised they had a lot in common. He admired her love and commitment to God. He knew he wanted to marry her after being friends for five months. He had prayed about it and got God’s approval.

He told her about it and she told him she needed time to pray about it. She got back to him four months later with a yes. He smiled as he remembered the way he felt that day; he felt like the luckiest man in the world. Memory after memory came to him: the day she met his parents, they both really liked her and he remembered his mum saying “Omo dada ni Mosope (Mosope is a good girl), I love her already!”

The day he went to seek her father’s approval to propose to her; after the visit, as Gbenga saw him off to his car, he said: ” If you ever make my sister cry, I’ll FINISH you. She’s very dear to me.” The look on Gbenga’s face told him he meant every word.

The day he proposed to her on the beach. He knew she wanted an intimate proposal so it was just both of them. He poured out his heart to her and asked him to marry her. She had tears in her eyes as she said yes and playfully said: “Bode you know I don’t like cooking, aren’t you scared? Cos I might not change after we get married. ” He laughed and told her: “how can I be scared to get married to the love of my life? You know I really like cooking, it’s you that should be scared about getting fat with all the delicacies I’ll cook!”

He parked in front of the Lawal’s residence.

Mosope saw Bode drive in from the window in her room. She had been in bed all day doing nothing in particular. She pretended to be asleep when her dad came to tell her he was leaving for church.

She quickly brushed her hair and went downstairs. She opened the door for him
and the expression on his face told her he came for a serious talk.

“Hi Bode.”

“Hi babe, what’s up? ” he replied and stepped into the house. He sat on a couch and she sat across.

“Mosope what is going on?? He moved to the edge of the couch. “I feel like I don’t know you anymore.

He rarely called her Mosope. She sat in silence, focusing her gaze on the wall clock above his head. Some minutes of silence passed between them.

“I’m talking to you.”

“I heard you Bode!” She replied coldly.

Shocked by her response, he sprang to his feet and sat close to her. She immediately shifted from him and she saw the hurt in his eyes.

“Mo did I do something wrong? Cos I’m pretty sure this isn’t just about your mum. ”


Bode stared at her with his mouth open.

Through The Waters 5


“Mosope did you hear me?” Dolapo nudged Mosope.

“Ehn? Sorry what did you say?”

“I said your admirer is here” she repeated.

“Oh crap.” Mosope cursed as she looked up and saw Yinka Da-Silva walking towards her desk. It was too late to dodge. He took confident strides towards her table with the mischievous smile he always wore. Yinka was a customer of the bank who was interested in her. He had been asking her out on a date for as long as she could remember and her engagement to Bode didn’t put him off.

“Mo-so-pe Lawal.”

“Good afternoon Mr. Da-Silva.”

“Hi, good afternoon to you too.” He replied and smiled at Dolapo. “Hi Dolapo.”

“Hi, Mr. Da-Silva.” Dolapo replied and went back to her work.

“Mosope I heard about you mum…I’m so sorry dear.”

“Thanks Mr Da-Silva.” She pulled out a folder and pretended to be sorting it out.

“I’ve told you to stop with this Mr. Nonsense, it’s too formal.”

She offered a weak smile in return. He protested about her being too formal all the time.

“How’s your dad?”

“He’s good.” She couldn’t help the smile that spread on her face. As if he knew her dad.

“Mosope my prayers are with you and your family…if you ever need to talk…I’m available okay?”

“Okay…thanks.” She got up and went to the cabinet behind her table and took out another folder.

“I lost my mum about 5 years ago so I understand how it feels… I’ll come check on you again.”


“I’ll check on you some other time…ladies do have a pleasant day.” He said and left.

“Did he say prayer?” Dolapo asked and they both laughed.

“My dear, you’d be surprised that even the devil too prays.” Mosope replied and sat down.

“Sope how are you handling your mum’s loss? I can’t imagine how it feels.”

“My dear I’m just taking each day as it comes. Even though it’s been over two months already, it still hurts with each passing day…I think it even hurts more.” She shut her eyes tightly to prevent tears from spilling and felt Dolapo’s hand gently squeeze her shoulder.

“Mosope it’ll be okay…it will.”

“Amen…you know I pinch myself sometimes to see if I would wake up from this horrible nightmare… I wish she had some terminal illness before she died or I knew she was going to die because that would have prepared me .I would have cherished every single moment.”

“Sope it is well.”

“That’s what everyone has been saying but IT IS NOT.” Her raised voice drew a few stares. She lowered her voice, “sorry I shouted… Dolly make sure you cherish your mum, cherish every single day you have with her… please do.”

“I will.” Dolapo replied and glanced at her wristwatch and realised it was time for lunch. “Oya lets go for lunch.”

“I’m not hungry jare.” Sope replied.

“Girlfriend you don’t have a choice. Look at your neck; you’ve lost so much weight. You were already very slim before, now you look like you would disappear!”

“Very funny.”

Dolapo picked up her purse, stood up and gave Mosope a look that made her get up.

“Yes aunty Dolapo!”


Tunji was in his office; he owned a small tax consultancy firm. He heard a knock on the door and knew it was Abimbola his secretary. Abimbola Williams had been his secretary since the inception of his company and over the years their relationship had gone from colleagues to friends. She and Deborah were friends too and had planned surprises for him on my occasions.

“Come in.”
Abimbola walked into the office. She was tall and slender and appeared younger than her age. Her hair was set in jerrry curls and she wore a smart skirt suit with court shoes.

“Can you still make your 3 o clock appointment with Mr. Bello or should I cancel it?” she asked.

“I almost forgot about that appointment you know. I am going to Unicam Industries and I’m not sure I’ll be back by 3.”

“Okay, I’ll call Mr. Bello and see if he can reschedule.”

“Thanks Abimbola.”

“You are welcome Tunji” she smiled, “that’s what I get paid for.” She started to leave but turned back. “Tunji how are you?”

“I’m just hanging in there.”

She pulled out one of the chairs in front of him and sat down. “Tunji you know I read somewhere that there are 7 stages of grief…shock, denial, anger, acceptance…guilt ermm I can’t remember the other two and I’m sure I jumbled up the stages.”

“Oh really? I’m not sure I’ve heard of that before…so what stage am I now?”

“Maybe shock, I’m not sure.”


“ Anyways the point is that time really heals. I remember how hard it was when Peter died…I thought I was going to die… every single day was a struggle….15 years on and I’m fine. God has been faithful.” Abimbola’s husband died 15 years ago in a car accident.

“You know I’m really worried about Mosope, the way she’s handling her mother’s death.”

“What about her?”

“She’s just seems so angry…like she’s angry with God.”


“Do you know she has stopped going to church? I’m really worried.”

“Do you know if she’ll be at home at this weekend so I can come and talk to her?”

“She should be, she hardly goes out these days. Thanks Abimbola, I’d really appreciate that.”

“Let me get back to work.” She got up to leave.

“How’s Daniel and his kids?” Daniel was Abimbola’s only child; he lived with his family in the UK.

“They are all fine. I plan to go spend Christmas with them.”

“Why would you want to go to the UK during winter?”

“Because tickets are cheap during Christmas!”

“Okay oh, Ijebu woman.”


Bode parked his car in the church car park. He left his office quite early and got to church 15 minutes early and decided to sit in his car when he felt the Holy Spirit prompting him to pray for Mosope. He knew something was wrong with her; she had become distant and had stopped coming to church all together. He placed his head on the steering and began to pray for her.

He opened his eyes when he finished praying and realised he was 5 minutes late. He came out of the car and dialed Mosope’s number.

“Hi dear, I’m at the car park where are you?”

“Hello Bode.”

“Are you inside the auditorium already?”

“No I’m at Dolapo’s.”

He stopped walking.

“Do you realise we have pre-marital classes today?” He waved to an engaged couple who walked past him.

“Sorry, I’m not coming.”


He heard the click of the phone.

Through The Waters 4

Bode scanned the choir seats for Mosope. She wasn’t there. Her dad was in church, he had greeted him earlier. The last time he saw her in church was during her mum’s burial.

The burial was a month ago.

He brought out his phone and sent her a message:

Why are you not in church?

She replied almost immediately: I didn’t feel like. I’m busy.

He didn’t reply but put his phone back in his pocket. He tried to concentrate as the worship leader sang but his mind kept wandering. He understood when Mosope didn’t come to church before the burial because she was grieving and wasn’t up from sympathetic stares from church members. What he didn’t understand was why she wasn’t back in church. The Mosope he knew never missed church services. Not even when she was ill.

After service, he drove to her house and stopped to buy sharwama on his way. Her dad was still in church attending a ministers’ meeting. He parked his car in the driveway and strode towards the door. He was about to dial her number to tell her he was outside when she opened the door.

“Hi Bode, I saw your car through the window.”

“Hi Mo.” He replied and hugged her.

Mosope returned the hug and they both went into the house. She noticed the bags in his hand.

“Yaaaaay you bought sharwama. Thanks! I haven’t eaten all day you know.”

“You are welcome.” He said and handed one of the bags to her. He wasn’t surprised she hadn’t eaten. Mosope didn’t care much about food which explained why she didn’t like cooking. It was her mum who always made sure she ate.

Mosope went into the kitchen to get glasses of water for both of them and they settled to eat their sharwama. She averted her gaze from Bode as she ate her sharwama; concentrating intently on her food. She was waiting for his accusations for not going to church.

“I missed you in church today Mo.”

Mosope picked out onions from her sharwama. Why did Bode forget to tell the sharwama man not to include onions in hers? He knew she hated raw onions.

“I said I missed you Mo.” He repeated. “Ngozi and Fola asked of you.” He continued.

“Bode I’m not ready to go to church yet.”


She drank some water.

“Cos I’m not just ready.”

“Okay…I bought you a CD from church; Fred Hammond’s new album.” He stood up. ” I’ll go get it for my car.”

“Thanks.” She mumbled.

He came back into the house and gave her two CDs. The second one was the sermon preached in church today. “Since you are not ready to come to church, I can bring church to you.” he said with a smile.


“You are welcome. Remember we are starting pre-wedding counseling next Friday.”

She had totally forgotten, pre-marital counseling at their church was twice a month for a period of six months.

“You forgot didn’t you?” Bode asked when he saw the look on her face.

“Yeah…sorry Bode I’ve been pre-occupied lately.”

“It’s okay.” He replied and covered her hand with his.

Gbenga was dancing to music from his iPod in the kitchen as he cooked. He cooked whenever he was available which was during weekends. He was a decent cook thanks to the culinary lessons his mum gave him while growing up.

“Sweetie is lunch ready?” Onyinye asked as she walked into the kitchen.

“Almost babe; I just need to add 2 tablespoons of affection.” He replied and blew her a kiss. Over the past two months, he felt like a newlywed.

“Okay I sure can’t wait. Need any help?”

“Nah, I can manage, you just go and put your feet up.”

“Gbenga you are spoiling me oh.” she said and left the kitchen. Gbenga tasted the curry sauce he was making and added a pinch of salt. He was treating his wife to basmati rice and curry chicken sauce.

A lot had changed since his mother died; her death had been a wakeup call. He reconciled with God and became a better husband. He even made sure he visited his father every other weekend.
He dished out the steamy hot rice, added carrot slices and shredded spring onions, dished out the sauce and carried it to the dining table.

Bode smiled at his wife who was seated at the table eagerly waiting for him. She seemed to be glowing lately. He couldn’t have asked God for a better wife; she was his support when he was grieving, listened to him when he needed to talk, comforted him when he cried and prayed for him when he felt overwhelmed.

“Yummmm this looks good.”

“I hope it taste as good as it looks though!”

“I’m sure it does.” She reached for his hand, “thanks my husband.”

“You are welcome sweets.” He replied and pecked the top of her nose. He dished out the food and made sure Onyinye had a generous quantity because she was eating for two.

“Gbenga you want to fatten me up abi?”

“Nah babe, I just want you to be strong for our daughter.”



“Are you sure we shouldn’t find out the sex of the baby before it is born Gbenga?”

“Yeah, let it be a surprise.”

“Okay. I have a feeling he is a boy.”

Gbenga shook his head as he poured out a glass of orange juice for his wife.

Gbenga said grace and husband and wife both enjoyed their meal.


Mosope was lying on her bed in her room and the Fred Hammond CD Bode gave her was playing in the background.
After Bode left, she made lunch for her dad, served him and went to her room. Her dad tried to talk to her but she made up an excuse and went to her room. If only he had been more sensitive and taken her mum to the hospital when she started complaining of headache. Maybe she wouldn’t have died.

Nobody understood why she didn’t want to go church. She had loved God all her life, served him, been a good Christian even when she was at university and faced serious temptations, she didn’t compromise.

Yet, God let her mother die.

What happened to his promise in Psalm 91 –“With long life will I satisfy you and show you my salvation.” He also promised his children that they would fulfill the number of their days. Well, He didn’t seem to have kept his word.
There were so many wicked people in the world- pedophiles, murderers, terrorists, rapist and so on still alive, yet her mother’s life was cut short.

Nobody understood.

Nobody saw her cry every night before she went to bed. Nobody saw how much her father had become a shadow of his former self, how he now kept to himself and spent most of his time in his room. Nobody understood the ache she felt in her heart since her mother died, the hole that had been created.


She buried he face in her pillow and cried.

Through The Waters 3


“Gbenga didn’t you take some time off work?” Onyinye asked her husband as he was getting dressed for work. He went to work yesterday and she assumed he would request a bereavement leave for the next one week. She had taken 3 days off from school to spend time with her husband and her in-laws.

“No I didn’t…I’ll take time off during the…burial.” He stood in front of the mirror and combed his hair. He needed a haircut; he had been too busy to go to the barber.

“Gbenga I took some days off…we should go and spend some time with your dad and Mosope.”

“Well, that’s nice of you but I’m going to work….I have a deadline to meet.”

Onyinye stared at her husband in disbelief. “Gbenga your MOTHER died, even your boss would respect that.”

“I don’t need you to remind me.” He picked up his briefcase and left the room.

Her husband was unbelievable. Left to her, they should have stayed at her in-laws house instead of rushing back home on Sunday. They had barely spoken to each other since they got back. Yesterday night she tried to talk to him when he came to join her on the bed to sleep but he shut her up by telling her he was tired.

Anyways she was going over to spend the night with her father in-law and Mosope whether Gbenga liked it or not. It was still so hard to believe her mother in-law was dead, the same woman who was very busy entertaining them two days ago.

She remembered the first time she met her. She had been dating Gbenga for almost a year and he told her he wanted to take her home to meet his mum. She was reluctant at first because she was only 22 and Gbenga was just 23 and they hadn’t even spoken about marriage. Mrs Lawal was so nice to her, hugged her when she met her and gave her a gift when she was leaving. She smiled as she remembered what she told her when Gbenga wasn’t within earshot.

“Don’t let him touch you my dear. Did you hear me?”

“Yes ma.”

“I raised my son in the way of the Lord but that doesn’t mean I can vouch for him. Keep yourself till you get married…it’s your pride.” It must have helped because she kept her word even though she and Gbenga were just church goers and not committed to God. She didn’t surrender to Jesus till after they got married.

Over the next few years they continued dating and eventually got married, her mother in-law still remained an affable woman. Every time she called her, mummy always prayed for both of them before hanging up; she would surely miss her. It was such a shame she would not be around to hold her grandchild.

She got up from the bed and knelt beside her bed to pray for her husband, her marriage and the entire Lawal family.


Gbenga hissed and deleted the paragraph he had just typed. This was the third time he was starting the report again. He had to hand in this report tomorrow and he didn’t want anything to affect his appraisal. His office phone rang and he answered it.

“Gbenga please come into my office.” His manager said.

He left what he was working on and went to his manager’s office. The office comprised of a big mahogany table, a big leather chair his manager sat on and two chairs across him. On the left, a shelf held some books and his ‘employee of the year award’.

His manager was an ordinary looking middle aged man whose brain made up for what he lacked in looks. He was sitting behind his desk reading a newspaper with his pot belly bridging the gap between him and the table. There was no way he would let himself look this way when he got to this age. “Good morning Kenneth.” He greeted.

“Morning Gbenga, sit down.” Kenneth lowered the newspaper and placed it on his table. Gbenga did as he was told and tried to think of a reason why he had been summoned. The report wasn’t due till tomorrow or did he make a mistake?

“Gbenga your wife just called me.”

He swallowed hard. How did Onyinye even get his number? “My wife called you?”

“Yes she did.” He took off his glasses and placed it on the table. “I’m sorry about your mother’s death, please accept my condolence.”

“Thank you. I-”

“Look, why don’t you take the rest of the week off? I’m sure you will need the time.”

“But Kenneth I’m working on the Akin Taylor report which is due tomorrow. I’m fine, trust me.”

“Young man, hand in that report as soon as you leave my office and I’ll get someone else to complete it.” Kenneth said in a no-nonsense voice.

“Can’t I work on it till-”

“Gbenga, just hand in the report. My prayers are with you and your family.”

“Thanks.” Gbenga got up to leave. He was furious with Onyinye; he would give her a piece of his mind as soon as he gets home.

As he was leaving, Kenneth said: “Gbenga you need to slow down, no need to kill yourself over this job.”

“Okay thanks.” He mumbled and shut the door. He went back to his office to tidy up what he was working on before handing it over to his colleague and left the office.

As he drove back home, Gbenga allowed himself to remember.

To remember memories he had blocked away since Sunday. He remembered his dad’s scream that echoed through the house when he found his mother on the bathroom floor; how they had driven to the hospital and the shock that went through his body when the doctor pronounced her dead. He remembered storming out of the hospital building and walking around aimlessly for such a long while his legs ached.

His mother was gone.


He fought back tears as memories came pouring in one after the other. His graduation day- how proud his mother was because he graduated with first class and won several awards. She was on her feet cheering him as he was called to collect each award. The day he got married – she had called him that morning to pray for him and give him advice, the precious moment when they had their mother and son dance, how she had tears in her eyes as they danced; and most recently the morning of her 52nd birthday when they went to a studio to take professional pictures.
He wished he had spent more time with her because she always complained she hardly ever saw him. He bit his lip in regret and allowed the tears to spill. An impatient driver honked because he was driving slowly and abused him as he drove past.

But God had been merciful to him. He gave him a chance to see her just before she died.

His heart went to his father, they were so close. His parents painted a model picture of marriage. How was his dad going to live without her?
He was blessed to have a wife who loved him dearly, yet he wasn’t treating her well. In his quest for success and promotion, he had neglected who mattered most to him.


Onyinye locked the front door about to leave for her in-laws house when Gbenga drove in. It wasn’t even noon yet and he was home. It had to be because of the phone call she made earlier. She didn’t know what made her call Gbenga’s manager but she knew she needed to. Luckily, she found his number on a complimentary card in Gbenga’s old wallet. Kenneth confirmed her fear, that Gbenga hadn’t mentioned his mother’s death at work. She knew he was mad at her and prepared for his outburst.

He parked but didn’t come out of his car. She waved at him and was about to escape facing him when she saw his head bent over the steering wheel.

“Gbenga open up.” She said and tapped his window.

He unlocked the door and she saw his eyes were red. He had been crying.

“Ohhh Gbenga.” She bent over and hugged him.

He held on to her and wept. He let out all the emotions he had bottled up. “My mum is gone. Oh God why?”

“Sweetheart I’m soo sorry.”

“I didn’t even spend time with her, Onyinye I was never there.” He sobbed. “I only saw my mother three times this year.”

“Gbenga it’s okay.”

“What sort of man am I? Sweetheart I’m so sorry, I’ve been a terrible husband.”

“Gbenga I’m sorry too and I forgive you.”

He cupped her face and looked intently at her. “I’m so sorry, I love you so much.”

“I love you too Gbenga.” Gbenga held his wife and kissed her.


Mosope rushed into Gbenga’s arms as soon as he walked into the house with Onyinye. Brother and Sister held on to each other tightly.

“Gbenga why?”

“Mosope I don’t know…I still can’t believe it. When we walked in I was expecting to hear mummy’s voice you know.”

“How are we going to get through this? I’m not strong Gbenga.”

‘Mosope, God will strengthen us.” Gbenga surprised himself with the words that just came out of his mouth. He just mentioned God. He was sure he was a total stranger to God because he couldn’t remember the last time he really spoke to God except when he went to church and that was just because it was a routine he had been brought up with.

Gbenga released his sister and greeted some relatives and church members who were at the house. His aunt, his mum’s lookalike who come all the way from Ibadan came out from the kitchen and hugged him.

“Gbenga pele, oye Olorun” (sorry, God knows why.)

“Ese ma.” (Thank you ma).

He asked of his dad and Mosope told him he was in his room. He left them and went to his father’s room.

“Good afternoon sir.”

His father was sitting on his bed, leaning against the headrest; he looked like he had aged between Sunday and today.

“Gbenga good afternoon, how are you?”

“Fine sir.” He replied and sat on the bed. Father and son sat in silence for a while, both lost in thought. Gbenga was remembering all the times he came into this room to talk to his mother, he had never been close to his father but he and his mother were quite close. Tunji was thinking of when to fix the burial, he wanted to get it over and done with.

“Dad, how are you?”

“Son, I can’t say I’m fine cos I’m not but who am I to question God ?” he paused. “He is called Kabiyesi (the unquestionable) for a reason. The bible says for everything there is a season, a time to be born and a time to… die. The bible also says- ‘Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.’ I know your mother is with the Lord now, that’s all the comfort I have.” He smiled. “You should have seen the peace on her face.”

“True dad, I thank God mummy was a believer.” As he said those words, Gbenga reflected on his life, if he were to die today, he wasn’t sure he was going to make it to Heaven; he had to make his way right with God.

Mosope joined them and they talked about burial arrangements. They agreed to have a quiet burial ceremony next month.