A week before Opeyemi came to begin her newly anticipated life on campus, she was showered with different sorts of gifts and presents from family, friends, church members, and people from the different spiritual gatherings she used to attend. What she felt was nothing short of a pure bliss!
Everyone around her was happy and sad at the same time. They were happy because of the joy of celebration that one of their own was going to start a campus life soon. And they were sad because they would surely miss her. From the way she used to coordinate different meetings to how she used to speak with unshakable confidence. Her exceptional sense of humor was also another amusing thing about her. They would certainly miss everything about their èfiikòò (somebody known to be brilliant and loves books).
After church service on the last Sunday she spent at home before she travelled to Ile-Ife to begin her campus life, she was called by the head Pastor into his office for a brief meeting. She knew the meeting was obviously going to be about the new life she was going to start because she was sure her mother would have told him about it.
“I don’t need to tell you to be of good conduct because I know the Holy Spirit in you would guide you right. In fact, I know that when you get to school, you would be a blast. I am very certain you’ll hit the ground running wherever you find yourself”. Those were the closing remarks of the head Pastor which filled Opeyemi's thought as she tried to figure out how this new person she had become was created. She could remember those words so clearly that it seemed like she was standing in between two loud speakers that were playing those words on repeat mode while facing each other closely oppositely. You could call it a night party, but this one is a night loud party of her own thoughts.
Now there she was in her room, tears rolled down her eyes as she realized what she had turned into. She was no different from a whore except from the fact that she was once a fervent lover of God. And that of course, made her case even worse! She couldn’t imagine what the reaction of the head Pastor at home would be if he got to know what she had turned out to be. It would be a horrendous nightmare for her mother too. The question 'What went wrong' came back into her thoughts again. She couldn’t stop asking herself over and over again.
She laid flat on her bed, eyes closed, not in a bid to find some sleep but to meditate. She tried to review her life like it was video that was being played backwards. She didn’t know how but she managed to remember almost every event that happened to her from the day she stepped foot on campus.
Dear reader, last week we started Opeyemi’s story and even I thought it was going to end this week. But from the look of things, it seems Opeyemi has more to share than we thought. So next week, our Opeyemi story continues. But before you leave, kindly drop a comment and do not forget to like, share, and subscribe. See you next week!☺️
Wawu! I love this. I'm blessed. Thank you AB