So,u see my dear, dir’s nobody without a past, but it doesnt matter how ugly ur past is, a bright future awaits u if u are in Christ Jesus..said Mrs Williams.
Now, to ur situation.She continued..We must find a means by which ur parents would hear about it, n then we take it up from there.
Let me talk to my husband about it, as i cant handl
e ds alone,then i’ll get back to u.
When she left,i started thinking..i was so blessed n encouraged by her testimony, at least to learn dt someone with such an ugly past could turn out to be a pastor with ds motherly love n gesture is so amazing. Her words made me to develop a kind of courage n inner confidence coupled with faith dt God who made a way for her,is still dir to make a way for me too.
Again,i remembered my dad!.
I sighed. Next weekend, he would be marking his 60th birthday,n expects me to be dir. How would i do it Lord?.
Later in d evening,Mrs Williams came to me n said “I’m sorry,i had to discuss ur case with my husband, its not my usual way of handling matters, but in a situation like ds, he has to be involved. Like i told u earlier, i can’t handle it alone.”
“No problem ma”.I said.
“Now, we have decided to go with u to Lagos to attend ur dad’s birthday, n thereby, use d opportunity to break d news to him n other members of d family.”
I could hear my heart beating very fast, in fact,i almost
“When exactly is d birthday?” she asked.
“It’s friday ma”.I answered.
“Oh!.I thought its saturday”.
“D birthday falls on friday, n he doesnt want to shift it to saturday, since dir’s a public holiday dt friday”.I said.
“Dt’s beautiful then,we’ll leave on friday morning, grace d occasion with him n break d news later in d evening when all d guests have left.”
And, dt was just what we did.
My dad n everybody was shocked!.
“Adesewa temi?..No it’s a lie!. How can i believe ds?.How come?.How did it happen?. Where would i hide my face in d church? among my christian friends?.What will i tell my pastor? Ahhhh Yetunde!.I never expected ds from u. Oh my
My mum was just weeping.
My sisters n i were weeping too.
Later,my dad said “Go with ur pastor o, i dont want to see u. U’ve put me to shame.I dont want to set my eyes on u”.
We all knelt down n started begging him with tears flowing in our eyes, but he declined.
He was too hurt. I knew why it was so painful for him.He was so proud of me, always treating me as his only daughter.
At a time,Pastor Williams excused him to his room, where
they spoke for about an hour.
Pastor Mrs also took my mum to d corridor for a private
By d time they came back, my dad was a bit calm, but i could see he was still boiling.
D next day, i left with d Williams to Oyan.
My dad never called since then, it was only mummy dt was calling me from time to time to ask about my welfare n to encourage me.I never knew she was dt loving.
I was staying with my pastor n his family as Mrs Williams didnt allow me to go back to my house.
When we came back from Lagos,Mrs Williams said “Now call
Bode,tell him to come home n see u, n dt u are not going to terminate d pregnancy, let’s hear what he will have to say.”