Adesewa — Episode 1 & 2

“One Of Them Was Bode, Who Used To Play Keyboard For Us In The Church” (Adesewa — Episode 1 & 2)

My name is Adesewa. I was raised by God-fearing parents who were blessed with six girl’s. My parents were deacon and deaconess in a Pentecostal church. I happened to be their third daughter, with three younger ones.

I had my HND at Yaba college of technology and was posted to Kwara state for my youth service.

I had given my life to Christ since my secondary school days, and I used to sing a lot, sometimes I even compose my own song.

I joined the church choir when I was just nine years old. After the 3 weeks orientation programme of the NYSC, I was posted
to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers quarters.

On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshiping, and soon I was able to find one.

Shortly after I started worshiping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members… before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams.

I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the chorister’s, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring “Huuuuunnnnn!” with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice.

Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me “aunty” or “Sister Sewa”.

One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments, there
was no instrument he could not play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on keyboard.

I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama’s carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde.

My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was
his favorite.

When my mum noticed he was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn’t taking things easy with me at all. She spank
me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn’t at home.

Sometimes she would lament.. ”you this spoilt brat!. your father has spoilt you. See, I will make sure I deal with you before maggots start coming out of your body….”

My two elder sisters too, also made life miserable for me, especially, the first born, sister Temi. She would never tolerate any nonsense from me, she took after mummy, but her own was just took much.

By the time I was serving, sister Temi and sister Tiwa have married, but I have been tamed already.

….Episode 2….
…Soon, we were on Christmas break. I 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 you using money for?. Are you 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. She was busy chatting with mum when they heard daddy raising his voice. The moment she heard that dad was sending money to me, she said “Da-dd-y!.So you’ve been sending money to Sewa every month!!..

I was the first person to go for 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 I needed the money for, before you would give it.” “And you (turning to me) what are you spending money on?… Have you bought a plot of land?… Oh!..you want to build a house in Oyan?.Is that not so?”
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