MY BABY HUSBAND : EPISODE 61 – 80

MY BABY HUSBAND : EPISODE 61 – 80

MY BABY HUSBAND

Episode 65

By Ayo Omolayo

I had booked a flight for my fiancee and I. So our journey to Osun state was quite a jiffy. But the rigorous part of the journey began when we left the airport.

Silas waved a cab and told us to get in. We placed our stuffs in the trunk of the car and began the journey. It was my first time in a public transport especially unprofessional one.

So something happened to me that I had never experienced before. My legs were giving me a kind of funny feeling. A painful one to be precise. I couldn’t explain why I was feeling that way. I looked at everyone in the vehicle. They were all doing fine, except me.

“Cris, please be strong. You can do this”, I gasped.

I changed the position of my legs several times. The relief was never long lasting. Within a few minutes, it would come back stronger. I winced in pain and gasped severally.

Silas noticed my uneasiness and squeezed my hand.

“Is something wrong?” He asked.

“No! I’m fine”,

“Christy, just tell me you want me to ask and ask till you give in. I know girls enjoy being difficult to speak when they’re in love”, he whispered into my ears.

I chuckled and gave him a mild push.

“Since you know, start your job jare!” I said grinning.

“Christy pretty! Pretty Christy! Oya talk to me. What is going on? Are in pains? You know the kind of pain I’m referring to, kinda monthly”.

“No ooo!” I replied quickly.

“You felt so embarrassed”, he said grinning.

“Please, change the subject”, I replied.

“So what then is the problem?”

“It’s my legs. I don’t know why they’re making me feel uncomfortable”, I answered.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! We’ll soon be there”, he said and gave my fingers a gentle squeeze.

“Oh! I’ve put my pretty girl in pains oooo!”

“It’s alright, I can manage. I’m a strong girl!” I replied.

“Wow! So my Christy is a strong girl. That’s wonderful to hear”,

I giggled and pinched him mildly.

“Stop teasing me in public. I don’t want people to start looking at me as if I’m crazy”.

“But you already are”, he replied.

“I’m what?” I said and gave him a playful frown.

“What would make the CEO want to marry her gateman if not for the senselessness of love”.

“Charming, don’t finish me here in this car. I don’t want to laugh now. Please, save your words for a much better time”.

“I want my Pretty Christy to laugh for me now”, he said.

“I’m not laughing for anyone”, I replied and made a playful frown.

“Let me see how you would sit beside me and not laugh”, he said.

“We don reach the place”, the driver said as he parked beside the road.

Wow! Talking with Silas had helped ease my pain. I came out of the vehicle and smoothed my white skirt. I made sure I stretched my legs.

I remembered how I wanted to dress up for the journey. I picked up the red long sleeved blouse and the white skirt. I had a nudging to change into a simple native attire, but I insisted on looking good before my in laws. I didn’t know those nudging were wordless instructions from God.

Sometimes, God gives instructions without saying the words. He just comes to you through your feelings. I had this uneasiness about my choice of dress, but I ignored.

It was when I left the house that I knew I had disobeyed an instruction. It was too late to turn back and change. I guess that was part of the reason why God spoke through my mentor to obey every single instruction God would give to me. He was only calling my attention to my habit of ignoring instructions.

I had been praying since we left my mentor’s house. I needed God to help me. My report card had not been the best. My clothes were worn in disobedience. I had told God to forgive me and he told me he already had. He said I should not forget what my mentor told me. Kind of reminded me to stay alert spiritually for every instruction that would come my way.

Sometimes when I opened my ward robe and wanted to dress. I would feel the nudging within me. Pick this one or that one. But today, I ignored because all that was on my mind was to look good when meeting my in laws.

“God please help me ooo! I’ve already started wrong by putting on a dress you didn’t want in the first place. Please, help me not to make another mistake”, I prayed within me.

We got our bags and the food items we had bought for my in laws on the way. I was still wondering how we would continue our journey when Silas waved his hand and stopped a motorcycle.

We were going to get to the place on a bike. That’s fine though. My problem was not the means of transportation really. It was how to sit on the means of transportation.

“What happened to the cars?” I whispered to Silas.

“Cars do not work here. You have to go to bigger towns in order to get cars. Car owners in this area are so few. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine”, he smiled.

It was my first time sitting on a bike. I just couldn’t fathom this would be my first time to experience certain things. For over 3 minutes, both Silas and the bikeman were teaching me how to sit on a bike.

I managed to sit on it with Silas behind me on the bike. This was seriously scary. The wind blew directly into my face. I had to shut my eyes as the wind forced tears out of my eye lids.

Sitting on the bike was terrible. I was completely out of this world. What kind of life was this?

“CRIS, YOU NEED TO COMPLETELY ACCEPT EVERYTHING WITH HOLY GHOST JOY IN YOUR HEART. THAT YOU GOT BLESSED EARLY IN LIFE DOESN’T MEAN YOU ARE BETTER THAN THESE PEOPLE. THIS WHAT PAUL MEANT WHEN HE SAID, I KNOW HOW TO ABOUND AND HOW TO BE ABASE. LIKE, I KNOW HOW TO LIVE IN PLENTY AND HOW TO MANAGE THE LITTLE I HAVE. I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST THAT STRENGTHENS ME”.

“Is that lesson number one?” I asked within me.

“IF YOU SAY SO! WHAT I PLANNED WAS NOT LESSON, BUT EXPERIENCE. YOU’RE GOING TO BE SHOCKED WITH WHAT I CAN DO AFTER THIS TRIP. REMEMBER, JUST FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS!”

“Please give me the grace to do all you asked of me”, I replied.

“MY GRACE IS ALWAYS SUFFICIENT FOR YOU. BUT YOU MUST PLAY YOUR OWN PART. DON’T FRUSTRATE THE GRACE OF GOD. IS THAT OKAY?”

“Yes sir!” I replied.

Soon the bike stopped in front of a compound. I was almost forced to call it a mud house. I was glad it wasn’t, but it was really an old house. One could tell by merely looking at it.

I was yet to know where we were. All I knew is we were now in Osun state. Far away from my estate and soft bed. I lowered the nylon bag I was carrying in my hand to the ground and stretched.

Silas paid the bike man and he drove off.

Placing his hand across my shoulders, he said.

“Welcome to my home! Come with me”, he said as he went for the door.

The yam tubers and big loaf of bread we bought were in his hands. My share was just the nylon containing rice and a few items.

As I bent down to pick it up. I saw a goat tearing the nylon already. It was trying to get to the rice.

“Where did this creature come from? Shoo! Get away!” I yelled and it ran off a few meters and stopped staring at me.

“What are you looking at? Thief!”

“Omo mi ti de oooo (My child has come)”, I heard an elderly woman say.

I turned to look and saw my fiance’s parents for the first time.

“Welcome back my boy!” Said the elderly man.

I quickly dropped the bag in my hand and went to meet them at the door. I knelt down to greet them, ensuring my knees touched the ground.

“Mummy Ekaasun! Daddy Ekaasun!” I greeted.

That was the episode one of Christiana goes to Osun state.

There was no response.

“Who is this?” Mummy asked.

“Mummy! This is the lady I told you I was bringing. The girl I told you I intend to marry. Meet Christiana Kolapo!”

“Is she a Yoruba girl?” Mummy asked.

“Yes she is”, he answered.

“Then why is her name sounding like American name?” She asked.

“Oh! That’s an English name!”

“Give me her native name jare!”

“Her native name is Olamide”, he replied.

I was still on my knees oooo. Should I get up? Leg don dey pepper me ooo.

“So you call this one wife? Silas, of all the women in this village this is the one you decided to marry”, Daddy said.

“What did I do now that they are not happy to see me?” I asked within me.

“The girl is too proud. I guess you found her in the big city. Look at how she dressed to intimidate us! She couldn’t put on a native attire”.

I lowered my head when I heard that. I knew why God gave that instruction. It was because of Silas’ parents.

My knees were already hurting me, so I tried to get up.

“Will you get down! Who told you to stand up?” Daddy yelled at me.

It has not gotten to that na! What did I do that you’re telling me to kneel down like a secondary school student?

“Can you see the pride I was talking about. When a lady kneels down to greet her in laws, they are the ones to tell her to get up. But because this woman is proud, she has the guts to get up without my permission”, Daddy said.

Christiana in Osun state. You don enter one chance. Please kneel down, hands up and close your eyes.

“Daddy! Please allow her to get up na! Please!” Silas pleaded with a smile on his face.

“Cris na who do you? You left the big city, came to this remote village all because of this gateman. Here is the father of the bride groom, keeping you on your knees like a beggar. Get up and get out!”

I smiled.

“I rebuke you Satan! It is written, for God resists the proud, but he gives his grace only to the humble. I need God’s grace everyday of my life, so I choose to be humble”, I replied.

“But….”

“Get away Lucifer! I rebuke you in Jesus name”, I said and that voice faded in an instant.

I knew Satan was roaming around like a roaring lion, seeking to devour me with pride. But God helped me to be vigilant and watchful.

“You may get up!” Daddy said reluctantly.

“Eshe sir (Thank you)”, I said and stood up.

“And what are those goats eating over there?” He asked.

I turned to find a family of village goats, father, mother and children, feeding on my in law’s rice.

Na only God fit help me ooo. I don turn to bad wife be that.

“A woman that cannot look after your property. That should be the rice you bought for us, right?” Mummy asked.

“I’m sorry ma!” I apologized and bent my knees slightly.

“Was she supposed to drop our food on the ground? Can you imagine? And you call this one wife?”

“Young ladies of nowadays! Very disorganized and careless”, Daddy said with disdain.

I didn’t border chasing the goats. They had almost emptied the bag. They were free to enjoy their meal while I suffered the consequences.

“Mummy!” Silas smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“We can always buy rice when we need one. But a virtuous woman who can find?” He said grinning.

“Ah! Charming! God will bless you!” I said within me.

“So what is your occupation?” Daddy asked.

“Actually sir, I’m the CEO of Kolapo production company”, I answered.

I saw the confusion on his face. I never knew he wasn’t confused but shocked.

“Wait! Am I dreaming?” He asked and turned to Silas.

“Silas! I thought you said you work as a gateman in the Kolapo production company?” He asked.

“Yes sir!”

“Is this your CEO?”

“Yes sir!”

“Chief executive officer?”

“Yes sir”, he said grinning.

“Jesus is Lord!” Mummy exclaimed.

“Please send her back right now! If possible, both of you should start going back now!” He said.

To be continued…….

Christiana go home!
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Can you imagine? After going through that stressful journey they are sending us back without allowing us to even sit down?

They should be careful ooo.

Notice how Satan was almost using the opportunity to make her proud?

Satan would always attack us with our thoughts. It’s our duty to resist him and wave those thoughts away.

INSPIRED BY THE BREAD OF LIFE
WRITTEN BY AYO OMOLAYO
YOUR BROTHER IN CHRIST ?

MY BABY HUSBAND : EPISODE 61 – 80

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