*Wrong Number Episode 4 and 5* That night, I wanted to pray but I couldn’t, I felt God will slap me if I dare to call him. I couldn’t even open my mouth to ask God for forgiveness. Something kept disturbing my peace. My conscience was telling me “You know if you die now or rapture happens, you know you are going straight to hell” Click to read complete episode.


“We haven’t done the procedure yet” the doctor said
“Why? I remembered you put me to sleep”
“You reacted to the anesthesia we gave you. We were able to resuscitate you after two good hours”
I now remembered everything I saw when I was asleep, it was all like a dream. I saw myself waving at my Parents, siblings and I was begging my boyfriend to go and tell my parents what happened to me. Meaning I almost die indeed.
I silently thank God for sparing my life.
At the end of the day, the abortion has to be done without any anesthesia. It was so painful, I screamed, I cried.
My boyfriend was there all through, he held my hand tried to calm me down. To be candid I gave everyone in the O R a tough time. Some minutes later, the doctor was through.
He left while the Nurses handle the rest. One of the Nurses was so nice to me, while the other one gave him a scornful look, I get the message she was passing across.
I know in her mind she would have given me many names like slut, LovePeddler, fornicator and murderer I guess. She’s free to judge me, she can call be anything but I’m very sure she’s not better than me.
The kind Nurse advice me to be very careful next time.
She told me guys are not really worth all this pains they put us through, she said they are like birds and they can fly away anytime.
She also said if my boyfriend insist on not using protection then I should zip up. She gave me all the advice she would give her own younger sister, she even gave me her number to call if anything comes up although she prayed there won’t be complications. I thanked her whole heartedly.
I was made to relax for some time before leaving. I was giving antibiotics and some analgesics. I joined Tunde at the reception and we left the hospital.
We got back to my boyfriend’s place, he prepared food and hot beverage, I couldn’t eat but I took the hot beverage. My cousin called and I told her I was back from the hospital. She wanted to come over but I told her it’s not necessary that I’ll be fine.
An hour later, the show began. I started bleeding. The bleeding was so much that I used 2 packs of sanitary pad in less than two hours. We were both scared to death.
I remembered the kind nurse gave me her phone number. I called her and she told me it’s normal for now, she told me the kind of pad to use not the regular ones and she also told to get some drugs. I called the names out while Tunde jotted it down. She told me to keep her posted.
Tunde rush down to a nearby stores and bought lots of sanitary pads and the drugs.
I couldn’t eat and I’m getting weak, He forced me to take the energy drinks he bought for me. I took it and vomitted on the floor.
I saw all the stressed Tunde went through and I had no choice than to pity him. He washed all my soiled clothes, stained bed spreads, he washed the toilets and made sure the room was cleaned.
“Well done” I said to him when he was through with the washing”
“Thank you. And I’m sorry for putting you through all this” he said with all sincerity.
I nodded.
I was indoor for a whole week bleeding the first three days was terrible, I thought would not make it.
The good thing is that our faculty had a one week exhibition and they declared the week lecture free. So I didn’t get to miss lectures that week. After 10 days the flow stooped. I saw hell, it was an awful experience.
My boyfriend stood by me all through and the hatred I had for him vanished slowly. I shouldn’t punish him for our mistake.
After the flow stopped and I was strong enough. I packed my things and left Tunde’s place, no more cohabitation. He did not even bother to convince me to stay. He knew my mind was made up.
I got back to my place, he actually followed me and help me clean up my room. He makes sure I was OK before he left.
That night, I wanted to pray but I couldn’t, I felt God will slap me if I dare to call him. I couldn’t even open my mouth to ask God for forgiveness.
Something kept disturbing my peace. My conscience was telling me “You know if you die now or rapture happens, you know you are going straight to hell”
After some days I found the courage to pray, I prayed for forgiveness but I couldn’t forgive myself. I killed an harmless child, that baby suppose to be my first child, but I denied it the right to live.
I live with the guilt everyday. I refuse to go to church, thinking God will strike me down if I dare to enter his house. I gave them some excuses in church.
I was in my room alone one Sunday morning, since I’m still scared of going to church I only listened to messages on radio.
The message talk about forgiveness. I cried after I had the message.
From that message I realized that God had already forgiven me all I need to do is to forgive myself.
The message really helped me moved on with my life. I started attending church afterwards and I felt normal again.
#We cannot embrace God’s forgiveness if we are so busy clinging to past wounds# - T.D Jakes

The following week, Joy came from her own school to check on me. I already told her on phone they I’m fine, but she still insisted in seeing me with my own eyes. She was happy to see move back into my room. She’s never liked the idea of cohabitating.
I resumed lectures, all my class mate accused us for not coming for the exhibition. We lied that we traveled. Everything was back to normal again.
For months I was on my own, I mean I never allowed Tunde touch me. I told him to give me time because I realized I feared se.x more than anything else. and he respected my opinion. He said he’ll wait till i come around.

*Wrong Number-*

*Episode 5

After youth service I tried so hard to get a job but to no avail, then I resolved to teaching.
I got a teaching job in a private secondary school in Lagos where I was been paid #20,000 has salary. Luckily for me I had some students I coach privately.
The school is trekable from my house, so I don’t get to use up all my salary on transport. Also because I stay with my parent, my feeding too was covered.
Tunde got a job in a private firm where he’s been paid #40,000 monthly salary. We still both search for better offer by applying for jobs online, with the hope of getting a bigger paying job. We plan to settle down when we get a better offer.

All of a sudden, I noticed Tunde stopped calling, unlike before when he calls at least twice a day.
I now do the calling, he act so cold on phone. I ask him what the problem was and he said it’s work, that he use to come back late and tired and just go straight to bed.
I was worried sick, wandering what was going on because the Tunde I use to know won’t go to bed without saying good night to me.
My house is very far from his, so I can only go to his place on weekends. I called one of the weekends to inform him that I’m coming and he said he now goes to work on Saturdays.
Some weeks later, I got a call from him, I was surprised. “Tunde remembered me today. Maybe he has realized his mistakes” I thought. So I picked the call.
Hello”
"Hello, how are you?”
“I’m good” I replied
Babe! see I’m sorry for this past days have been very busy, work is hectic and I just hope you understand”
“I don’t understand, Tunde you are not the only one working, why you allow your so called work to get in the way of our relationship is what I don’t get” I stated.
“See I’m very sorry….
“Tunde hear yourself, so you are so busy that you can’t make a 30secs call, I’m not even asking you to call but at least you should pick mine if you can’t make the call”
“Pamilerin I know I’ve taken it too far but I promise to make it up to you” he pleaded.
I couldn’t believe my ears, so he could apologize to me. “ its OK, just promise you’ll always find time for us, even in your busy schedules.
“I promise babe, are we good now”
“Yes we are” I smiled. At last he has come back to his senses.
“Can you come over on Saturday, I’ve missed you”
“Are you not going to work?”
“No, I’m free this Saturday”
He’s sudden change of attitude still baffles me, is he playing pranks on me or something?” I wondered.
“Hello, are you still there” his voice brought me out of reverie.
“I’m here, I’ll come on Saturday”
“Good, that’s my girl. See you on Saturday then. I love you
He has hurt my feeling repeatedly, that I can’t even tell if I still love him or not.
“I love you too”I replied
I was at his place on Saturday. I cooked for him, he ate. After eating, he started making sexual advances at me.
“Tunde! I’m not here for this, what we need now is not se.x. I think we should talk”
“Talk about what again”
“Tunde what do you take me for, a door mat?”
“Where is that coming from now”
“We are drifting apart,I don’t know if you feel what I’m feeling”
“See there’s nothing to talk about we are fine”
Before I could say jack, he was all over me. At first I did not respond, How will I sleep with someone who doesn’t treat me right or make me happy.
He stopped when he noticed my coldness towards him.
“Everything will be fine now I promise” he assured me.
“Tunde….
“Babe I love you, I miss you” he said kissing every part of my body.
I gave in, maybe he meant every word he altered.
Tunde practiced all kinds of stunts on me. I’m very sure he’s been seeing adult films lately, because those moves are out of this world. He made me do all manner of dirty things I can’t start talking about.
After he had satisfied himself, he fell on his bed and slept off.
I cried as I watched him sleep, I felt dirty, I felt like trash. My whole body was aching.
I woke him up when I was ready to leave.
“Tunde! I’m leaving” I tapped him
“OK, you can leave I’ll give you a call”
I couldn’t believe my ears, even a prostitute doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment.
“I said I’m leaving, won’t you see me off?” I said angrily.
“See, babe I’m tired, please let me be, it’s that too much to ask” he barked at me.
“Fine! Go ahead and sleep, honestly I can’t blame you, I’m the one who played the fool” I said and stormed.
Tbc
*Wrong Number Episode 4 and 5* That night, I wanted to pray but I couldn’t, I felt God will slap me if I dare to call him. I couldn’t even open my mouth to ask God for forgiveness. Something kept disturbing my peace. My conscience was telling me “You know if you die now or rapture happens, you know you are going straight to hell” Click to read complete episode. *Wrong Number Episode 4 and 5* That night, I wanted to pray but I couldn’t, I felt God will slap me if I dare to call him. I couldn’t even open my mouth to ask God for forgiveness.
Something kept disturbing my peace. My conscience was telling me “You know if you die now or rapture happens, you know you are going straight to hell” Click to read complete episode. Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on September 08, 2017 Rating: 5

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