The pitter-patter of the water from the shower head in Opeyemi's bathroom couldn't stop her from thinking hard. She thought about how she became like this. She couldn't recall every step fully but she was trying to connect many dots.
She pondered about how she let the pressure of being broke overwhelm her out of the love of Christ. How she didn't even think twice before making a strong adamant decision to start living the Aristo life. How she let pressures from her roommate outweigh her even though she proved strong from the start. How she didn't look for other ways to make things work. Yes she was broke but was that the only way out? Did she even remember to turn to God for help?
In the bathroom she wasn't only bathing her body, she was also bathing her mind. She was conscientiously checking out every junction she failed to make the right decision from the beginning.
As she came out of the bathroom and started to scan through her wardrobe to find what to wear, most of the clothes she found there disgusted her. She didn't know why but those dresses weren't fit for her anymore.
“This must be the way Jesus felt after He died and resurrected. I am reborn!” She said to herself as she put on a shiny green kaftan dress she later found after intense searching of the wardrobe. As she went out she felt energized, renewed, and highly invigorated to begin a new chapter of life.
But when she came back home in the evening, she was drained. “It isn't going to be a easy task after all.” She thought as she broke into her bouncy bed. She had really been through a lot in the day. She had gone around telling all the people they were into Aristo together that she had quitted and was ready to begin a new life.
The awkward look and utter disagreement from different people she spoke to about her new life didn't even bother her. She was hellbent on doing this. She was hellbent on finding a way outside Aristo and unholiness.
On the bed, she thought of what would happen to her if she, the big Aristo mama started going to church regularly. She wasn't sure she was ready to face them yet. Or what her course-mates would think if they started seeing her in school regularly like she were a fresher.
Cowardly thoughts of fear came in as she closed her eyes to sleep but she knew they'd be gone by the morning. The cowardly thoughts came in because she didn't know what to expect next. Maybe she was going to be the first to be tagged Aristo turned saint.
Maybe she would be mocked by those girls still in the game of Aristo. Maybe they'd call her a fool. Maybe some clients might entice her with mouth watering sums that would want to bring her back into the game. Maybe.
The End.
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