HEAR MY STORY PART TWO (2)
HEAR MY STORY..Part 2
Bode was the closest to me among all d choir members. I could see
in him a younger brother I never had.
My school was not so far to the church, so sometimes after service
or singing practise he would say "aunty Sewa, I'm coming to your place to eat o".
I would tell him to come, since I really didn't know how to
prepare one man meal, I was always having leftover.
He was only 20yrs old then, while I was 24. He was a 200 level
student in College of education, Okene and a native of Oyan
where I was serving.
When I first got to the church, his school was on break, before we
could really got to know each other, the break was over, so he went back to
school.
A month after he left, I saw him in church one Sunday
morning. I asked him why he came home so soon, he
told me he had not paid his school fees and that his parents were not able to
give him the money.
I got to know that his dad was an old farmer and his mum, a petty
trader at Oyan market.
Money was never my problem, because besides the allowance I was
receiving from NYSC, my dad was always sending money into my account without my
sisters' knowledge. He would say he didn't want me to suffer since I was far
from home.
So, I asked him the amount he needed and he told me, and I asked
him to come and meet me in school the next day, so we could go to bank together
to withdraw the money.
I withdrew almost everything i had in my account, gave him his
school fees, transport fare and a token as pocket money. He was
very happy.
His mum came later to show her appreciation on behalf of the
family. That was what really brought us closer.
Whenever he was away in school, he would be sending text messages to me,
thanking me for helping him. Sometimes, he would send me message that he went
to bed the previous night with an empty stomach, out of compassion, I would
quickly send him any amount I could afford, to buy foodstuff, and again, he
would appreciate me.
Soon, we were on Christmas break didn't want to travel, but my dad
insisted I should come to Lagos.
After the break, I was supposed to return to Oyan in January,
daddy couldn't give me enough money as he had spent a lot during the festive
season,he expected me to still have some money in my bank account,he was taken
aback when he asked me how much I had with me and I answered
"Nothing sir". "you don't mean it!. What are u using money for?.Are u
feeding more than your mouth? What did you do with the money I sent to your
account last month?....Hun? Tell me!."
Mummy and sis Temi heard him as he was talking to me in annoyance.
Sis Temi came with her husband and daughter to visit our parents.
The moment she heard that dad was sending money to me, she said
"Da-dd-y!.So u've been sending money to Sewa every month!!.. I
was the first person to go on youth service in this house, I
remember if I didn't ask you for money, you wouldn't
give me, and I would have to give you the details of what the needed the money
for, before you would give it."
"And u (turning to me) what are u spending money on? Have u
bought a plot of land?.Oh!.. You want to build a house in Oyan?.Is that not
so?"
Watch out for part 3.
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