Story: Mara! ….. Episode 6 | (By Oyekunle Lizzy Oyebola)




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Mara! …..

Mara

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Episode 6

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There was a knock at the door and a tall, slim, teenage and two small boys came in with a basket and a polythene bag.

“Good morning doctor” the girl greeted me in an almost sweet manner

“Morning dearest. How are you?” I replied

“I am fine ma” she replied

The two boys went and positioned themselves at the sides of the bed.
Glory smiled

“These are my children.” She said and I smiled

“They are very lovely” I said

“If you say so” she replied, bluntly

“I am very serious now. Your children are lovely, loveable and good looking”
I said and she winked at me

“Stop it” she whispered, trying to shush me up

I was dazed

“What’s your name lovely?” I faced her daughter and she looked down, fumbling at her dress.

“Taiwo” she said and I held her shoulder, pressing them softly.

She cringed

But I smiled

“Taiwo, please go out with your brothers while I discuss with mummy” I said and they obliged

I went close to Mrs. Olowo

“Why were you trying to stop me from talking?” I asked and she looked offended a bit

“I don’t like the way you were praising them in their presence. It is very wrong!” she said, closing her eyes to everything I would have said to defend myself

I smiled and tried to hold her hands

“When you praise the children especially young girls, they tend to become very arrogant and then they become immoral” she said and I practically laughed

“No wonder!” I said and she looked at me, her forehead wrinkled because of the frown on her face.

“What?”

“She winced at my touch,
embarrassed by my compliments of her body and oh…no wonder!” I exclaimed again.

I just wondered where some mothers get their orientations from about the girl-child upbringing

“So what?” she asked

“What you don’t know is that if you don’t tell her now, she would have people to tell her out there. The guys you are trying to shield her from would be the same people who would tell them about things in their bodies they had never even known about their bodies” I explained and she could only look on

“Hmmmm” she said, not so convinced

The door opened

“Dr. Flora, the Consultant wants to see you now” a nurse came to inform me

“Thanks Ennie” I said to her and smiling, she left.

“I think your kids have brought you some food. Try to eat. I will see you later.”

As I left the ward, her children entered and the door was closed.

I was tempted to go close to the door again and eavesdrop.

“What food is here?” she asked

“Rice, pepper sauce and goat meat. There is pap and moin-moin too” the daughter said and I was bemused

I thought she was supposed to be poor

“Inside the nylon her is cotton wool, more cannulas, syringes and tissue papers. She said she would see you in the evening” the daughter explained on

Oh, someone was helping!

“This Mrs. Hasiya o! Oh my God! What can I say to her but that you bless her for me? What else oh Lord?” she said, faintly

“She even gave us Semovita and Ogbonno Soup last night. Mummy Uku Amsin still came yesterday” she said and I heard a long hiss

“What was she looking for? Only looking for how members would fill their churches and not concerned about her welfare. I hate those kinds of Christians”

“She wanted to buy chinchin as usual” Taiwo said and the small boys laughed

“I wonder why some Christians find it difficult to help their so called brethren when they cant be there for them in times of need, especially the rich ones! Ah! People of other religions are doing better than them any time, any day!” Mrs. Olowo said again, somehow pained

My heart was crushed!

I was as guilty of what they were saying as much as the Rev. Mummy.
Most times we are carried away by winning souls and getting people free from some vices while we neglect their physical needs. What they need to make their faith grow!

God have mercy!

“God will bless her for me. When I had nowhere to go to for your NECO exams fee, she came in and paid it all. If not, that is how Kehinde would have disgraced me totally. Did she even return the money to the guy?” I heard her ask

“She said she did”

“But did she?” I heard her mummy ask, raising her voice

“No. she bought a new phone” I heard her say silently and I smiled

That should be expected!

As I straightened to start going, the nurse ran towards me again.

“Madam, there is an emergency.”

I followed immediately and set to work immediately.

“Why would you attempt abortion with a hanger for goodness’ sake” I said as I sanitized my hands

I never imagined that I would do any surgical operation that day but I just finished one almost life threatening one

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“I told her not to abort it o but I was shocked when she suddenly started bleeding in my shop this evening” a young guy with a hairstyle like agama lizard said

I looked at him

“Are you the one responsible for the pregnancy?” I asked and he nodded

“She is my girlfriend”

“So, why did you get her pregnant?” I asked and he looked at me as if I was the most absurd person on earth

“I love her. She is my girlfriend. How do I show her love if not through this?”

I shook my head

“And who says that having sex with a lady means showing her love? If you love her, you would go and asked for her hand in marriage form her parents. You are very wrong!” I said forcefully and the boy smiled

“She loves it too. Even if I don’t touch her, she would come close to me, just for me to touch her” he said and I shuddered

“Who are your parents, they need to be informed about your condition” I said and the girl raised her head.

“No ma. Don’t tell them. I will go home with Haruna. He is my husband” she said and I was shocked

“You love this person over your parents?”

“Yes. He is the only person that loves me in the whole wide world. He sees the good in every part of me” she explained, gasping for air.

“That he says that to you does not mean he loves you. It could be lust.” I said and she shook her head.

“I prefer the expressed lust he has to the unexpressed love my parents say they have towards me” she said again and I simply shook my head

“What is your name?” I asked

“Kehinde” she replied

“Surname?” I asked again

“Olowo” she replied again

And my tightened muscles loosened as my mouth caved into a small, perfect ‘O’!

“Did you go into any blood covenant?” that was the first question the pastor asked as he set his eyes on her

I smiled

Even I was becoming a prophetess!
I knew it was nothing but blood covenant!

“Sir, she had some incisions done on her”

It was then I realized that I had not even asked when she got the incisions and how

“Yes. The incisions are obvious and her parents had the incisions done on her body from birth in order to dedicate her to their family gods even though they were Christians at that time. Right?” the pastor asked

And she nodded

“I read it from my mum’s diary that I was dedicated to Olunlu, the god of Ilan, my village”

“Your mum kept a diary? She was learned?” I asked and she nodded

“They called you Glory but from birth, your portion had been shame.” The pastor revealed and I watched

I would reach that level one day too!

I didn’t tell the pastor anything about this woman so how he got to know was so wonderful to me.

“In accordance with the injunction of the herbalist, you were carried nakedly around the market square for 21 days after your birth to wade off evil and that was when the glory departed” the pastor narrated on.

He hadn’t even held her hands to pray for her o

But everything he said was true as she nodded amazingly to the words of the pastor.

“This is wonderful! God still exists o! Real men of God are alive” she exclaimed.

“You are right about what you just said but don’t be carried away by words of revelations and discernment as some false prophets can actually replicate that. Just know in your heart that God is alive and it shall be well despite the influx of many false prophets”

“Hmmm…this is wonderful! I am stirred” she exclaimed, looking intently at his face in awe.

“But, there is more to all that is happening to you. The incisions are the genesis of the problem but the Spirit of the Lord is telling me that there is more to it.” He said

“What?” she asked

“I am not being told. It is being held from me by the Lord.” He said

“Ah! What could it be?” she asked, so seriously

“I thought as much. I felt it deep in my spirit that something else still hangs in the air” I said too.

“Yes…something like Blood…I see blood!” the pastor said and we looked at one another questionably

“Your deliverance hangs onto your confession…if you could but confess”

“Blood? I have never killed anybody in my life o….not even an unborn baby” she said, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Just think deeply if you have been involved in some bloody transaction like that…” The pastor urged on

Was the case becoming pathetic?

Her daughter lay on the bed in the adjacent ward recuperating from a dangerous abortion attempt.

Another revelation of ‘Blood’ has resurfaced

God, please intervene oo

>>>It Continues still<<<

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Author: Oyekunle Lizzy Oyebola

I am Lizzy but you can call me Lizziefreezie.

Writing stories that would touch you, inspire you, make you cry, laugh and which in summary draw you into their own world is all I crave to do.

I am a graduate of one of the prestigious private universities in Nigeria- Bowen University, Iwo, Osun State, Nigeria.

I can act different roles in dramas and you would see me on your screens soon…*smiles* I love to teach and re-model lives of the youths through His grace; I am also good at catering services- for your parties and occasion; I love to present programmes, advertise, sing, write and of course, PRAY!

I would love to meet you all as your lives are being touched for the better.

You are welcome to my world!!!

www.de-raconteur.com




Oyekunle Lizzy Oyebola

I am Lizzy but you can call me Lizziefreezie.Writing stories that would touch you, inspire you, make you cry, laugh and which in summary draw you into their own world is all I crave to do.I am a graduate of one of the prestigious private universities in Nigeria- Bowen University, Iwo, Osun State, Nigeria.I can act different roles in dramas and you would see me on your screens soon…*smiles* I love to teach and re-model lives of the youths through His grace; I am also good at catering services- for your parties and occasion; I love to present programmes, advertise, sing, write and of course, PRAY!I would love to meet you all as your lives are being touched for the better.You are welcome to my world!!!www.de-raconteur.com

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