I paced my room thoughtfully as I thought of what to do.
“ I can’t continue putting up with this. Thank God we’ve been in courtship for just three weeks. God has better things for me.” I thought as my phone rang.
It was my Pastor.
“ Hello, sister Bolu. Hope you are home already ?”
“ Good evening Sir. Yes I am home.”
“ I’m calling as regards the text I sent to you . There is no need coming to meet me again. I thought about what Bro Sam shared with me. Were you two able to thrash it out?”
“ No Sir. He wouldn’t even let me into his car no matter the heavy rain.”
“Oh!! Sorry. Hmmm.. you know what sister Bolu?”
“Yes Sir.”
“ I thought about what he told me. And looking at what you are also saying, I think you need to ask God to speak to you more. You know I asked if you were really sure God was leading you, I need you to think about it more. Once you are married, its for life. Do you get me ?” said the pastor.
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. “
“ Its alright, Good night.”
“ Good night Sir.”
As the call ended, I knew in my heart what I had to do.
My phone beeped at around 10:00pm signaling a message coming in.
I viewed it and staring at me was an alert of 30,000 been transferred to me. I stared at it for seconds thrilled.
I was about calling Sister Daara when a text came in from her.
“The money has been transferred. Don’t bother calling to thank us, just thank God. We are praying for you. Please take care.”
I sat down as I gazed at the text in gratitude. I immediatelty texted back showing my gratitude.
I prepared to transfer some amount to my brother’s account when Bro Sam’s call came in.
“ So calling your fiancée at 10:00pm is not unhealthy?” I blurted out as soon as I picked the call.
“ I’m calling to check if you’re home. Isn’t that good ?” he asked laughing.
“ Oh!! I see. So you expected the aeroplane you have left me with would have dropped me at home by now. You know what, you are just taking the essentials as unessesntial and the important things as nothing.” I said .
“ Wait.. are you insulting me?” he asked, clearly surprised by my outburst.
“ No… I am telling you the plain truth. Bro Sam , all this talks on Holiness, Righteousness, I’m not seeing the practical in your life.”
“ What more practical do you want ? Why do you think i didn’t give you that money or carry you?”
“ Stop mixing things up abeg. What happened to letting brotherly love continue? I’m sure you would have done that to any other person too. Is Stinginess a practical life of holiness too? You can’t even transfer the money to my brother directly?
“Sis Bolu , don’t make a mountain out of nothing. Don’t let the devil cook up unneccesary issues.”
“ Oh really. Do you know another problem you have? You don’t listen to other people’s opinion. I was even thinking you will say you will change. There is no point taking this longer. I can’t continue this relationship. We’re done.” I said.
“ What did you say?” he asked in shock.
“I said we are over.” I said again.
“Sister Bolu, let’s talk tomorrow. Maybe because its late that is why you are saying all this things.”
“ If you wait till next year, my answer will still be the same. We are over Bro Sam.”
I waited for him to say something but he just kept mute.
“And before you ask, I already got the money from some good believers who know how to practicalise holiness. So thank you for every thing you put me through. We’ll see later.”
“Hold on. Please lets see Pastor before concluding.”
“ It is concluded. We are over,” I said as I hung up.
I stopped for a minute before I said “Did I just do that?”
“Oh even though it hurts , what is this Peace I’m feeling.” I said concerned as I knelt down to commune with my father.
“Don’t tell us you are holy. Show us. Pursue and Practice Holiness the right way. ” -: Adebisi Mercy.
#Based On A True Life Story
#Yet Work Of Fiction
#The End.
