CRY FOR ME: Part 11 – The End
Part 18
Franca Uwuigiaren
It’s been five months since I stopped working for Madam Nneka. Since then I have been searching for job without success.
The money I was able to save, dad used it to sort accommodation problem. Dad couldn’t afford the rent of the house, so we moved to a one room apartment where we managed. Dad kept encouraging me to be strong. Several nights, I have heard daddy telling God to change his story so that he could send me to school.
Dad has also told me that he missed Blessing and Cheta. He never talked about their mum. Even deep in my heart, I never want to come across her even in my dreams. She wrecked havoc in our lives. In order to relieve his pain, I have told him to forgive her.
“When I told her the day I asked her to leave, that I have forgiven her, I meant it Susan. I allowed the Holy Spirit to work in my heart before I asked her to leave. I have no hatred in my heart against her or anyone.” He told me.
When we relocated, we could not continue with the church we usually attended. We started praying for the Holy Spirit to direct us to a church.
“There are churches everywhere. We don’t need to pray about it. We can enter anyone of our choice.” I told him one day.
“Susan, you need to pray about everything or you will end up making wrong decisions in life. Many pastor’s have derailed and many altars are polluted. May God forbid that I should be found in such. polluted place.”
We kept praying about it until the Holy Spirit led us to the church we attend now.
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I boarded a bus to a place where I was directed by a neighbour to try if I could gain employment there. There was this woman preaching in the bus. Few paid attention to her. Some were pressing their phones while some were chatting. In my front, four passengers sat, a girl my age and a young man were gisting, the woman with a sleeping baby listened to the preacher and the other man was smoking. The preaching went on and on.
“Today is your day of salvation. Surrender your life to Jesus for tomorrow maybe too late. It doesn’t matter what sin you have committed, he is ready to forgive you. Do not postpone the day of your salvation…” She kept saying. “If you know you want to surrender your life to the authority to Jesus, signify by raising your hand let me pray for you.
I saw the young girl my age raised her hands but the young man beside her brought her hand down and whispered something to her.
“Make that decision today. There’s no repentance in the grave. Don’t forget you will give account of yourself. Make that wonderful decision now. Don’t let anyone deceive you.”
The girl raised her hand and again the man brought the girls hand down. I tapped the man and whispered.
“It’s not your decision to make. Allow her.”
He looked at me sternly.
“Mind your business” I expected her to talk for herself but she kept quiet. The preacher prayed for everyone and alighted from the bus.
CRY FOR ME: Part 11 – The End
Later, I heard the girl asked the driver to stop at the next bus stop and that was exactly where I was stopping. When the driver stopped, she and her male friend came down and I came down too.
We all stood waiting to cross to the other side, when a bike from nowhere hit the girl. She died on the spot. Amidst the scream and commotion, I saw the man crossed to the other side, I crossed too and ran after him.
“You’re a wicked soul” I said to him. You’re walking away because she’s dead.” I saw tears in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you allow her surrender to Jesus?” I could see he was badly shaken. He was all tears.
“I loved her. If she had done so, she would have left me”
“Has she not left you now? Eternity is too long to spend in hell. You were just selfish.”
“We went to club last night and we were just returning. I didn’t expect that after everything, she will just surrender to Jesus. When she raised her hand, I whispered to her that there’s still time. I didn’t know death was waiting for her.”
“You better repent now” I told him as he quickly walked out of my sight.
I couldn’t check out the company again for I was shaken myself. I returned home. I realized that there’s only a thin line between death and life.
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“I need a job. Any job like cleaning. Anything.” I told the security men at the gate. They looked at each other.
“Who sent you here?” One asked
“Nobody sir. I just go about searching for job.”
“Small girl like you. This is an eyebrow area. Before you get job here, you must know someone.”
“Okay sir. Can I please talk to anyone. I just need to speak with someone.”
“Alright!”
He opened the gate for me and i entered.
” Walk down there and follow the entrance. You will see a receptionist. Tell her you want to see Mr Austin.” The tall security officer said.
“Thank you sir.”
I went as directed. At a time, I stood amazed, admiring the gigantic structure. The Receptionist wasn’t friendly at all. She asked who I wanted to see.
“Mr Austin ma” I said.
She looked at me from head to toe, eyeing me in the process.
“You can’t see him.” She said blunting looking at me in the face.
“Why?” I asked bewildered.
“You’re poorly dressed. You look tattered. This is a construction company. A big one for that matter. Your mate should be in their year one in the university rather than flirting with a married man. Please go home to your parents. If Mr Austin’s wife catches you here, you will be in a hot soup.”
I stood there speechless. I opened my mouth and closed it.
“Please ma, I have never met Mr Austin. I was just directed to see him. I need a job. Any job”
“And I said you can’t see him. Go home.”
“Please ma!”
“No”
*Alright. Can you please give him my application” I asked.
“Drop it there and get out. As I dropped the envelope, one of the office door opened and a man came out. He looked so handsome. He smelt of money. He went straight to the receptionist to speak with her. She was smiling sheepishly.
“Good morning sir” I greeted him courtseying.
As soon as he looked at me to respond to my greetings, with his mouth opened, he removed his glasses, too shock to speak. He was just saying.
“Jesus…oh Jesus” he held his chest.
“What is it sir? The receptionist asked in alarm, rushing to help him.
I stood there confused and watching the whole drama. Was it because I greeted him that made him react like this?
I saw him gasping for air. The receptionist shouted and other colleagues came to assist the man. One of the staff brought a chair for him to sit.
“Get out of here! Let me never see you here again.’ she shouted at me.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me out of the company.
“Why did that man looked to shocked?” I asked myself on the way home. “It’s the curse. Mum’s curse is working on me”
I rushed home and started praying for deliverance. When Dad returned I told him what transpired at the company I went in search of job. He encouraged me and told me no curse can hold me captive when Jesus had paid the perfect price.
In no time I forgot that incident and forged ahead. I dropped letters in so many companies. I have no phone but I always add dad’s phone number on my applications. After waiting endlessly expecting calls, I became frustrated.
“Don’t give up just yet. Be patient my angel. I believe God is working out something for you.”
“I want to further my education dad. All you have shown me is love. I want to save money to go to school, then get a good job and take good care of you ” I told him crying.
“That opportunity will come. Let’s wait and see what God has for us.’ he said holding my hands.”
“Alright”
He wiped my tears with his shirt and asked me to go to bed….
CRY FOR ME: Part 11 – The End
Written by Franca Uwuigiaren
Inspired by the Holy Spirit
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