THE DIARY OF A NIGERIAN CHRISTIAN GIRL- S1E2

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This is the diary of a Nigerian Christian Girl- Season 1

Episode 2

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Wale came to pick me up after work. I couldn’t leave immediately with him because the Principal had asked one of the English teachers, Mariam, and I to check up on a boy who lived with his grandmother, not too far away from the school. I explained to Wale and he said he would wait until I got back.

There were two ways to get to our destination. One would require we walk down the street leading to the express road, board a taxi, stop at a particular bus stop and again walk down to the boy’s house.

The second option was faster. We could go through a bush path, walk past a refuse dumpsite, take the corner that led to some uncompleted buildings and then appear in his street.

We settled for the bush path. When we got to the refuse dump, we had to cover our noses and watch the ground to avoid stepping on rotten food and defaces. The place stank. The heap of refuse was so high and broad that it would take two large trucks to clear the mess.

As we approached the uncompleted buildings, Mariam suddenly stopped walking and pulled me behind a tree.

I was scared to my wits. This was a lonely path and anything could happen to us here and no one would discover us for days.

‘What is it?’ I asked, looking around. Were there rapists here? Even if we screamed, no one would hear us. My heart pounded. I followed Mariam’s direction to the back of an abandoned bungalow with weeds gathered in front of it. Right in front of the building were images that looked like the shapes of humans.

‘What’s that?’ I asked, squinting.

‘Is that not your girl, Adesuwa.’ Miriam said.

We moved away from the tree and it was then I saw Adesuwa and the Games prefect of the school kissing passionately. My eyes and mouth opened wide in shock.

The thing is, I was not surprised that Adesuwa could make attempts to kiss a boy. The issue was the kind of boy she chose to do it with. If it had been with a boy like Dotun or Badmus, it would have been easy to contain. But Daniel? The guy everyone knew messed around with anything in skirt.

What was she doing with a boy like that? Why would a girl know that a boy screwed around and still allowed herself to be used, knowing he’d dump her for someone else? How do girls think?

‘You have to sit Adesuwa down.’ Mariam said. ‘An intelligent girl like that should not fall for a stupid boy like this.’

I was getting upset as we moved towards them.

Daniel? It was easy for any girl to fall heads over heels for his athletic body. He had won awards for the school in sports and represented the state in many football matches. But why a young boy like that could not control the thing between his legs beats me.

We froze when Daniel unzipped his trouser. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Was Daniel really going to have sex with Adesuwa right there?

‘Will you stop that nonsense!’ Mariam shouted. They froze. Daniel cursed under his breath when he saw us. He zipped up and stepped away from Adesuwa. Her eyes were filled with shame. She stared at the floor and gently tucked in her rumpled blouse. Daniel stood beside her, his hands thrust into his pockets.

Mariam faced her. ‘Adesuwa, when did you start this nonsense? Why are you girls stupid like this. Of all the boys to mess around with, it is this public toilet you chose.’

‘Mariam.’ I said quietly.

‘Leave me jare let me talk sense into her head.’ Miriam eyed Daniel. ‘You are already a vagabond so I won’t even waste my time talking to you.’ She returned her attention to Adesuwa. ‘If this useless boy gets you pregnant, you will forever live to regret it because he will hate you and deny ever having anything to do with you. You will suffer while he goes on to be with another girl. Even if you use contraceptives, it won’t heal the emotional pain when he dumps you. Stop acting like a fool!’

I couldn’t say anything. My anger had dissipated and was replaced with compassion. This was a girl who had received a standing ovation during the last graduation ceremony for taking prizes as the best student in Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Geography and English. She wasn’t just intelligent, everyone at school spoke well of Adesuwa.

Some of the boys in her class had told me that if there was a girl they could boast about who had never messed up with a guy, it was Adesuwa. One time I overheard Dotun saying,

‘Adesuwa is tough jare. I don’t even know what to do again. Are you sure she is not a boy wearing a girl’s uniform. How can somebody be so unemotional?’

I wondered what Daniel did to win her heart. I stood there looking at two of them.

Mariam dismissed them. ‘I’ll deal with both of you tomorrow. Now, get out of here. Go home!’

Adesuwa scuttled away, half running and half walking. Daniel bounced with his hands still thrust in his pockets.

Mariam sighed. ‘I think I have the right question for our in-house press club presentation.’

I looked at Mariam. ‘What’s the question?’

‘Why do good girls fall for bad boys?’

I chuckled. ‘That might be a simple one. Opposite attracts.’

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Wale looked content and relaxed when I returned from the visit. Mariam had taken a bike home and I’d been forced to walk the lonely path to the school building alone. A bible was opened in front of Wale when I climbed into his car.

‘I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.’ I said and shut the door.

Wale closed his bible and placed it gently on the back seat. ‘It’s okay. Can we go now?’

‘Sure.’

The car jerked forward and then stopped. Wale started the engine again. It hummed and died. He tried again. The same thing happened. Hissing, he got down and opened the bonnet of the car. After a few minutes, he returned to start the car. It roared.

‘I’m really trusting God for a new car.’ Wale said as we moved away from the school gate. ‘How can someone like me be using this kind of car. It does not befit my status. Thank God, the Senior Pastor of Jesus Assembly will be sending a driver to pick me up for tonight’s meeting.’

‘Oh really?’ I said.

Wale nodded. ‘I love invitations where the host takes care of their guests. I remember one particular invitation I received. I paid my transport fare to the venue. Guess what they gave me at the end of the ministration? Two Hollandia drinks and oranges. The next time they invited me, I turned the offer down sharp sharp.’

‘Don’t you think that might be the best they had to offer?  We are not motivated by gifts in our service to God.’

‘Forget that thing! Nothing is free my dear. We love the envelopes too. Won’t the minister of God eat? Some of these people just want to drain the life out of you.’ He gave me a quick glance and changed the topic. ‘How are you?’

I wanted to tell him about the call I received from the woman who’d refused to disclose her name but I held my lips. This was a big evening for Wale and I didn’t want to spoil it. I had learnt that a wise woman shares her worries with her husband only at the right time.

‘Women, don’t ever welcome your husband from a tiring day at work with disturbing news.’ a relationship cousellor had said. ‘Train yourself to know when to let out your concerns. When your husband is well rested, you can in a polite way, talk to him about them.’

I was preparing to be a good wife. What better time than to start practicing now. I decided to wait until after his ministration. It was difficult though but I knew I had to try.

‘Are you okay?’ Wale asked.

I nodded. ‘I wasn’t expecting you to pick me up after work. I’d love to shower and change to something more appropriate before the meeting.’

He looked at his wristwatch. ‘I have an hour and a half before the meeting starts. You know what? I’ll take you home and then we can go somewhere quiet. I want us to pray together before the meeting.’

It was almost 7p.m when we got to the church in the Pastor’s grey highlander. We had stopped to pick up two of Wale’s mentees. One of them was a lady who looked at me with contempt. What was her problem gan? If she was crushing on Wale, then she needed to deal with it and not take it out on me. All these campus sisters that should be married to their books.

Shior!

This was the reason I told Wale how unhealthy it was for a guy to mentor a lady. Many of these ladies don’t know boundaries. They’d just be catching feelings anyhow.

When the Senior Pastor came to greet us at the car park, Wale did something I didn’t like. He introduced us to the Pastor by saying,

‘I came with my people.’

Am I part of the ‘people’?

I was annoyed that the wife of the Pastor addressed me the same way she did with the mentees. No personal acknowledgment. No special treatment. Did they really know who I was to Wale? I was already feeling moody but I got out of it and smiled warmly. This was Wale’s day and I would enjoy it with him.

The Senior Pastor led us into the church auditorium. It was packed full. I felt like a Pastor’s wife already as we filed to the seats reserved for us.

Wale’s ministration blew my mind. I had never seen Wale expound scriptures like I did that evening. He taught the Word with so much authority that at a point I couldn’t sit still. It was as if I was listening a different man.

The words that came out of his mouth, the effect those words had on the congregation, I almost didn’t believe this was the same man I laughed and played with. People fell under the power of God without being touched. There was a strong flow of the gifts of the Spirit.

‘Oh God!’ I muttered beneath my breath. ‘This is my husband. This is the man I’m getting married to. This is my man!’

At the end of the meeting, the Pastor handed him an envelope while the women packed food and drinks into the Pastor’s car.

I smiled. Those women ignored me again but very soon, they’d give me the respect I deserved. It was a matter of time before I’ll be addressed as Wale’s wife. I’ll get their attention.

I stood there, staring at Wale as he talked with the Senior Pastor. My love for him deepened. We’d do ministry together. We would go global for Christ.

When it was time to leave, Wale’s mentee, rolled her eyes at me when I sat beside Wale and she had to sit in front with the driver. I was boiling with anger. I’d deal with her very soon and make sure Wale stopped mentoring her.

Wale leaned close to me as we left the church compound.  ‘I caught you staring at me several times.’

I turned my face away, embarrassed.

He touched my hand lightly. ‘It’s okay. I like when you do that.’

I smiled and relaxed. Soon, I was staring at him again.

When we got to my sister’s house, Wale handed me three packs of food and some cans of soft drinks.

‘I’ll call you.’ He said and waved at me. I thanked him and climbed the steps that led to my sister’s apartment.

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My sister, Yewande was in a hot argument with her husband when I entered the house. They were screaming at the top of their voices in the kitchen.

I stood for a while in the living room that reeked of urine. Toys were scattered all over the place and grains of rice messed up the centre table.

‘God, please let Wale propose to me so we can get married this year. I’m tired of this place. I want to be in my husband’s house.’

I entered the bedroom I shared with my nieces. They were all asleep on a large mattress on the floor. As I set down the food and drinks on the table, the door opened. My sister entered the room, her eyes welled up in tears.

‘The only reason I’m still in this marriage is because of my children!’ Yewande shouted.

I glanced at the three girls and back at Yewande. ‘Stop shouting. Do you want to wake them up?’

She wiped the tears from her eyes and sat on the bed. ‘Yemisi, I’m tired. Stephen blames me for everything. His mother was here earlier. She said I was the cause of her son’s misfortune. That before he married me he was doing well financially but immediately after the wedding, he lost his job and has not gotten a stable one since.’

‘But it’s not your fault he lost his job. He defrauded the company. He should be glad he is not in jail now.’

‘Yemisi, If I have a job, Stephen will not have the guts to talk to me anyhow.’

I touched her shoulder. ‘Everything will be alright. Have a little more faith sis. Things will get better.’

Her eyes caught the food packs on the table. She reached for one of the packs.

‘Jollof rice and chicken.’ Yewande exclaimed and flashed me a quick grin. She dug the plastic spoon into it.

‘Where did you get this?’

I told her about Wale’s preaching engagement.

She took three quick spoonful. ‘You are lucky to have a man like Wale. I don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to marry Stephen. There is no love for God in his heart at all. I asked him why he stopped going to church and he said churches were full of hypocrites. He’d prefer to stay at home and read his bible. How did I end up with a man like that? I asked for ordinary 1000 naira to get under wears because mine were torn. My husband said I was selfish and all I could think about was myself. Imagine, 1000 naira.’

I loved my sister but I was tired of her complaints. When I suggested we prayed about her marriage, she said prayers solves nothing. How do I dismiss her now without offending her?

Yewande continued. ‘I know Stephen has been giving his mother the money we should be spending for our use. Imagine, he was mad at me when I told him I won’t have sex anymore without contraceptives. We are yet to finish paying the children’s school fees and he is looking for more children. How can a man be heartless.’

I knew Yewande would not stop talking if I didn’t do something. I shook my head and made sounds like, ‘uhmmm..’ ‘chai.’ as if sympathizing with her while at the same time flipping through my lesson notes.  She got the clue and stood up.

‘Sorry for bothering you with my plenty issues.’ She lifted the three plates of food and salad from the table. ‘I’ll take these to the kitchen. When your bobo calls, thank him for us.’

Relieved to be alone, I lay on my back and dialed Wale’s number. It rang for a while but he didn’t pick up. When I tried the second time and he didn’t answer the call, I changed into my nightie and got ready to sleep.

I suddenly began to feel restless. I sat up confused. What was this heaviness I was feeling?

My eyes went to the wall where I had written out the names of my SS2 students. When I became their class teacher at the beginning of the term, I decided I would pray daily for them. I had written all their names, thirty of them, on two long pieces of paper and pasted them on the wall of my room. After the first week, I had been too lazy to continue.

I felt strongly that God wanted me to pray for them that night and I got off my bed and went to the wall and touched each name on the list as I prayed. The more I prayed, the stronger the burden I felt in my heart.

A picture flashed across my mind. Dotun was standing on the edge of a cliff.

I stopped praying and sat on the floor. What was Dotun doing on a cliff? I knelt down and continued to pray. Dotun appeared in my mind again and this time, he pulled off a smiling mask to reveal a dark face with blood shot eyes.

Lord, what’s going on?

My phone rang. I felt a restraint in my spirit not to pick the call but because it was Wale, I couldn’t resist. I decided that I’d continue with the prayers later. I answered the call.

‘Hello beautiful. I was in the bathroom when you called.’ Wale said.

I let out a deep breath. ‘I wanted us to talk. I need to get some things off my chest.’

‘Go ahead sweetheart. I’m all ears.’

There was so much I wanted to say. Where was our relationship headed? Were we even in a relationship? Do I have to tell him to propose? Who was the woman that called me at work shouting at me to leave him alone? I wanted an assurance that I was Wale’s girl. I wanted him to say that I was the lady he’d love to spend the rest of his life with.

I let out a deep breath. ‘Can I ask a question?’

‘Sure.’

I waited, unsure of how to start the conversation. ‘Whenever I bring up the subject of marriage, you push it aside. I know you really didn’t ask me out or propose to me but from how close we’ve been, we are more than just friends.’ I paused. ‘I get confused sometimes and I’d love to know where we are headed. Is this intimacy leading to marriage?’

Wale chuckled. ‘Why are you all about marriage Yemisi. Is that all there is to life? Let me ask you this, do you even know what you want to do with your life? I think what you should be concerned about is getting a better job and pursuing a viable career path. I don’t mean to hurt you but you are too complacent.’

My heart stopped at those words. What did Wale just say?

‘Please, don’t be offended but I have to tell you the truth. Right now, I expect to hear you talking passionately about your life goals, empowerment programs you want to attend, business ideas you desire to pursue. Is it this teaching job you want to spend your life doing?’

Tears stung my eyes. I had never felt more humiliated in my life.

‘Listen, Yemisi, women are stepping out of the norm. They are changing the status quo my dear. Search for Taiwo Aderemi on facebook.  She is younger than you are and already runs two businesses. Just last week, Mercy Thomas was asked to head a huge project for a Saudi Arabia firm. That’s a lady who’s not even thirty yet. Aanu Coker now runs her NGO and just two weeks ago, she was invited to speak at a UNICEF event.’

I was trembling as I held the phone. ‘Why are you comparing me with these ladies?’

‘I’m not! I’m just using their achievements to challenge you. I can’t allow you live below your capability. You are very smart and intelligent. Recently, I was invited for a panel discussion and I was mesmerized by the profile of one of the speakers. If we should take a look at your CV, the only thing we’ll find there is that you were a salesgirl in a supermarket and now a secondary school teacher. Can’t you see ladies getting their MBA and-’

Tears trickled my face. ‘Why are you doing this?’

‘I didn’t mean to offend you. I love you Yemisi. I really do but there are more important things than marriage to talk about right now. Pursuing our divine assignment is paramount. We need to fan God’s purpose in our lives into flames.’

When I didn’t say anything, he continued. ‘I’m on the lookout for a job for you. I want you out of that school as soon as possible. It’s time to fly. I promise I’ll support you to any length you want to go. You’ll become one of the top influencers in the world. Yemisi, are you listening to me?’

My throat was dry. No words came out. I felt defeated. Wale’s words came back again.

If we should take a look at your CV, the only thing we’ll find there is that you were a salesgirl in a supermarket and now a secondary school teacher.

‘Yemisi, I hurt you right?’

I didn’t answer.

‘I’m sorry. I just want the best for you. What would I have done in this life without you. I love you. Do you love me?’

‘Yeah. I do.’

‘When am I seeing you again?’

I didn’t feel like seeing him ever again. ‘I don’t know.’

‘Tomorrow after work, we’ll see. Let me leave you to rest. Goodnight sweetheart.’

Just like that? He was dismissing me so quickly. ‘Goodnight.’

I lay on the bed and still couldn’t sleep. The image of Dotun rushed back to my mind. He had been standing at the top of a cliff. Had I just been imagining it?

Pray. Yemisi, pray.

I didn’t feel like praying. I was still angry that Wale could compare me with those facebook ladies. How many of them were really happy? Was it not few days ago that Abigail narrated how a colleague of hers flooded her instagram page with the perfect picture of her family when in truth she cries almost every night because her husband would not stop cheating on her?

I was so wound up that I could barely think. Maybe I was complacent. Maybe I was a dummy.

I needed something to make me feel better. I reached for my laptop in search of comic relief. I settled for a movie but the scene that usually got me laughing hard irritated me.

I wasn’t halfway through the movie when I slept off.

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Click here to read Episode 3

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About the author

Ife Grace
Ife Grace

I am a faith blogger with a passion to contribute my quota to the body of Christ. I am also the author of two books: The Reunion and Spring.

22 comments

  • In all the supposed help I do hope Yemisi can see that there’s still no “I’ll love to marry you”

    If he can’t appreciate her now, when would he? Because there’ll always be someone better.

  • Wow!!!!
    I never expected such devastating, negativeand weightier statements from Bro Wale.
    Outcome of an undefined relationship are what yemisi is experiencing with Wale.

  • Wale is so annoying. May God have mercy on him. He just wants to lead Yemisi on. How heartless and wicked.
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    We should never ignore the nudging in our spirits to pray.
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    I hope Yemisi will get to know Wale’s kind of person is not the right person for her.
    Anticipating for the next episode…

  • Nawa o. So wale did not even propose!!!! And she’s there wanting him to marry her. Eeya she has jonze. Weldone sis. Love you plenty😍

  • That was such a painful thing that Wale did. He says he loves her and yet said such hurtful things. My advice to Yemisi is to put a hold on the relationship for now, while she prays concerning the issue, enough of the ‘anxiety’ and hurtings.

    GOD have mercy. I pray nothing terrible happens to Dotun.
    Well done aunty Ife. GOD bless you ma

  • I feel Yemisi didn’t get much love and attention while growing up and that is why she’s falling for Wale’s sweet words. She knows deep in her heart that he doesn’t really love her, she’s just so attached to him and afraid to lose him because she wants to be loved. It’s even evident in the fact that he didn’t propose to her. I just really hope that she would receive some sense, and allow the Lord to love her until He brings the right man that would genuinely love her.

    I love the kind of love and commitment that Yemisi has for her students. That makes me want to assume that teaching is her passion and probably her calling too. Or else, she’s just doing what her finds to do at the moment excellently. I commend her for that. Concerning the things that Wale said to her, she should consider giving them a deep thought. Though Wale said them brutally, he made some points. Yemisi is beginning to desire marriage as an escape route from living with her sister and her dilemma. That is one of the reasons why she’s blindly in love with Wale. She needs to set her strong desire marriage aside for a moment and get healed from her wrong conditioning and mindsets. It’s only then that she would marry right.

  • Imagine Wale did not pick up his call until she had to intensify her prayers for Dotun, then he spoils her mood. Well, I trust that God cares for all his children, He will still help Dotun.

  • I pray to be more sensitive in the spirit.
    I pray for people like Dotun to get help when needed, may God depend on me at such times.
    I pray for single sisters to truly find the right path and partners through obedience to God’s words.
    I also pray for Ife Grace to continue to be relevant in God’s purpose.

    Shalom.

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