Ronke spent nothing more than ten minutes in her house.
She had spent five minutes taking out anything that had her name on
it, her pictures, her files, international
passports, ID cards and so
on.
All her clothes were left where they were. She removed the briefcase
and stuffed all her
findings in her bag. The
other five was spent
confirming that she had
indeed picked everything.
Carrying everything, she
left the house in a hurry. She flagged down a bike
and mentioned an address.
Without negotiating, she
climbed the bike, looking
as calm as possible in order not to rouse any suspicion.
When she got there, she
paid the bike man, asking
him to keep the change.
The hail of the bike man followed her as she
walked away.
She took out her phone as
she walked and dialed a
number. 'Hey Jim, whats
up nw… I need a favour ooo…
I want to put my house in
another person's name,
can you do that for me as
soon as possible?… ahn ahn… no ooo I need it in an hour nooowww… don't worry,
I would settle you, you trust me now… Ok… I am
coming over" she smiled
victoriously.
After thinking for about a
minute, she dialed another number.
"Ajokybaby" she said immediately she phone
was picked. She laughed
heartily at the response.
"Bawo ni?… don't mind
that one jare… Everyone dey do hin own runs now… na so…
as to the real matter, how would you like to live in my
house?…" she laughed at the response. She had
expected it.
She went ahead to explain everything she had planned on saying,
enjoying the excited squeals she was receiving.
**********
**********
I knelt down beside my
bed, talking to my Father.
The discussions I always have with my father in
prayer are always as if I am talking to a
physical being. It helps me to see God, not just as my God and
creator, but also as my father. I noticed the
difference it makes: when you pray the normal
routine-like prayer, you
tend to forget that God is actually your father and
you pray amiss. The true
meaning and relevance of
'The Lord's prayer' which
starts with 'Our Father who art in Heaven' had become more real to me
when I decided to turn every prayer into a conversation
with God. It gives you the feel that God is listening to what you are
saying as a father listens to his child and it makes prayer more
exciting and appealing.
After about thirty minutes, I stood up. Richard had already gone to
the hospital. We already had our family prayer before he left but
since I have been
signed to stay put at
home, I decided a lengthy prayer would be wonderful. I have not
stopped thanking God
for the miracle happening
in my tommy and I would
continue to thank Him for
as long as I have the
strength to. I showered and combed my
hair tenderly after
massaging enough oil and cream into it. I was fully dressed and was
standing right in front of the mirror,
checking myself out and
combing my hair to
perfection. I still could not
figure out why I had to
stay at home. I miss my office terribly. I am not yet heavy
for crying out loud.
Yesternight had been so
wonderful, simply mind- blowing. I had even
forgotten to ask about the hospital, about Kelvin, his assistant – the
little w---e and many others. I was
just contented having my love with me. The hospital has
not been discussed at all
since last week, it was as
if he was avoiding the subject, like something
would upsetting him if he
as much as talked about it.
I wanted to bridge the topic yesterday but something stopped me – it was the
desire to have my
husband
to myself without any
work
related talk. My phone beeped and I
smiled when I stared at
the screen.
"Hey Pric…" I laughed at
the long sermon Prisca was ranting due to my not calling her for three days.
"I am sorry ma… No, don't. I
am coming over… Cmon
now, what is wrong with
everyone these days? I am pregnant not crippled… my being pregnant does not
stop me from moving
now… stay right there, I
am coming over and that is that." I dropped the phone.
Now, everyone wants to
take Richard's stance? I
would not allow that. I
laughed as I remembered
the words Prisca had said, trying to convince me to
stay at home. The baby is
in
my tummy for God's sake,
not on my legs. I shook my head with a smile and picked up my purse,
phone and car keys.
Next episode drops tomorrow evening.
Episode 7 of "THE MISTAKE OF MY LIFE" comes up in the morning.
