HEAR MY STORY PART 4 (A STORY YOU NEED TO HEAR )

I  said " Thank you ma" and left the office.
 As I was going home , I was telling myself " Now I need to be careful,,,,, though there were nothing between us really. but now how could anybody think I would be dating a boy about the same age with Oyindamola ... our second to the last born? well, I just need to be careful help me oh lord !"
HEAR MY STORY PART 4 (A STORY YOU NEED TO HEAR)
Then something happened Bode lost his dad. It was then I got to know that the old man had more than one wife, as a matter of fact , he had four, one was late already and Bode's mum was the last and the only one living with him until he passed away.
   Among the children from the other wives ,only few of them were  educated , others were bricklayers, drivers, carpenters, tailors or petty traders. it was only Bode's mum that was struggling to send her children to school. So she had three of them for the late farmer, Bode was the first born with two kid sisters who were still in high school. The one next to him was preparing to write WAEC when their dad passed away and we( choir members) decided to go and register our condolence with Bode and other members of the family.
   On getting there , I was so touched by the way I saw the widows sitting down on a mat, wearing black attire with bowls before each of them where people who came to sympathize with them put money.
  I  said within me " if this kind of thing should happen in my lifetime, I will NEVER allow my mum to be treated  this way. This is humiliation in the highest order... Did these women conspire the kill the man?" Well we greeted them in didn't even know what to say,  as I never experienced such before. As the leader, I summoned courage, knelt down besides Bode's mum and whispered into her ear "God will uphold you ma , He will send help to you where you least expected. please be strong ". She said "Thanks my child I really appreciate you" I gave her the money on behalf of the choir. She accepted it , appreciated us and we left.
    When I got home , I couldn't stop thinking about the woman. Oh!... she was so young . Why did she marry a polygamist? a man old enough to be her father?. There must be a reason . Whatever the reason may be , I felt for her. she is such a beautiful woman young woman !Never !. I can never go to that kind of a man, I will never allow any stupid love to blindfold me. I can not even marry anybody from that kind of a family, see their house, the moment I stepped into the compound, I could vividly smell poverty. How would I tell my dad  my dad I found that kind of a man ? Me?. I even trust myself I am more than that .
   Then my mind went back to what Pastor Mrs. Williams told me the day she said she heard a rumor about Bode and I. My mind went back to 1 cor 10:12 ......Wherefore  let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.
  Fall?. Fall for where?. Falling is only meant for those who don't stand well.Me, I cant fall, I trust myself since and I will continue to keep myself, I've determined that no man shall see my nakedness except my husband ,and that wont happen until after marriage. That is it !.
    While talking to myself in this manner.... I slept off'.
 Then  something came up.
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