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.”

Adieu 2014!!

Hello people!

I can’t believe in a few hours we’ll be shouting Happy New Year. I still remember this time last year vividly. My dad took my siblings and I to Olumo rock because we had never been there in all our years of going to Iperu ( I’m from Iperu in Ogun state.)

I remember how we had to run from an angry horse that was running around, my sister was so scared, she was ready jump on top of the car lol.

I remember all the climbing we did that day that revealed how unfit I was, I also remember all the pictures we took and a girl that kept following us and appeared in almost all our pictures ( it’s called photo bombing right?)

My point is 2014 went by really fast… for me it was a year of learning to trust God better, a year of self discovery and more appreciation for the special people in my life.

Before we get ushered into 2015, I’d like to do my own version of the gratitude challenge. I’ll list 10 things I’m grateful to God for in 2014 and I’m tagging everyone who reads this post, so please list your own 10 things in the comment section 🙂

I’m grateful for:

1. Life; The miracle of sleeping and waking up every day of 2014. With all the death scares this year: boko haram, ebola, accidents, disappearing planes etc

2. My family; I thank God for keeping us throughout 2014, for his protection over us, for peace and happiness in our home.

3. Salvation; I thank God for the privilege of knowing Him and keeping me in the faith. I can’t imagine my life without God.

4. My friends; I have really amazing friends that I’m really grateful for. Like the saying goes- friends are the family we choose.

5. Good health; I didn’t have to go to the hospital because I was sick. Sometimes, it’s easy to take sound health for granted. I went to a centre for blind people earlier this month and for the first time I saw writing in Braille; it just made me really thankful to God for my eyes.

6. My new job. I shared my testimony on this blog.

7. The exams I wrote and passed this year. God knows how much I hate exams.

8. Healing my broken heart; I started 2014 with a broken heart (story for another day!). I kept wondering if I would ever get over it and move on because I cried my eyes out. I’m grateful that I have and indeed God healed my broken heart just as He said in Psalm 147:3.

9. Feyi’s Diary and my blog family. One of my goals this year was to have a blog that I could use to connect with people and have a certain number of posts by the end of the year and I’m grateful God helped me achieve that.(Even though I’ve slacked in the past few months). I’m grateful for my blog family- readers and fellow bloggers.

10. Answered prayers; God has answered so many of my prayers this year, even the prayers that were so ‘minor.’ I’m sure God must have a sense of humour because I’ve gotten answers to some ‘funny’ prayers.

What are you grateful for?

P.S: I apologise for being AWOL for way too long (you are probably tired of my excuses my now). I regret leaving my blog for too long because it’s been a bit difficult to get back into blogging.

Thanks to everyone who checked up on me, I’m back now thank God and I’ll continue with Through the Waters.

Watch this space!

I wish you a glorious 2015! A year of divine favour, abundance and grace!

Lots of love xoxo

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Taking A Break

Hii blog family,

I’m sorry I’ve been MIA.

There’s just so much going on right now that I have to put blogging on hold.

I’ll be back with Through The Waters by mid December.

Thanks for understanding 🙂

Have a great weekend.

Through The Waters 7

Hi guys,

How are you? How has your week been? Mine has been okay, I think it went by pretty fast. Anyways, TGIF!!

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Enjoy today’s episode and please remember to leave a comment.

Have a fab weekend xx


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.


Hiii guys,

I’m soooo sorry there was no post on Friday; I’m still trying to balance work, with studying and my hobby (writing).

I’ll try and write a long episode to make up for last week.

Have a blessed week.
God loves u!