“HIM, HER& I” part 19-20 by Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde


( A Love Triangle)
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

I played along, especially for my mum’s sake. I just wanted the five days I had left at home to be over. I wanted to return to school to see Bro Kennedy.

Bro Stephen made my home a permanent abode. He and Mum would meet for the evangelism and would return to my home at around 8am. He would stay with us till 6pm….I wondered if he had a job…

“ Yes, I do… I have a business people run for me…” he had said with a smile showing his ever beautiful dentition

“People run for you? You must be very rich!” I said teasing him, because he didn’t have a car talk less of a house. I saw him as a middle class fellow, who just knew how to combine clothes…

When I was leaving for campus, my mum gave me a lot of money out of happiness that I was happy with her choice of a man for me. Bro Stephen also sent some money into my account, of which he told me to please consider his proposal.

He promised to call me in school and joked about being a stalker. He said he was going to stalk my phone with calls…

The moment I stepped into the bus taking me to my school, I barred his number from reaching me.

On getting to school, I couldn’t tell if it was my imagination, but people seemed nice to me and there was no finger pointing. I was wondering if someone had wiped the story from their memory. As I was unpacking my clothes, Mmesoma walked in with her boxes…

“ I am back… “ She said smiling. I stood looking very surprised…

“ Back?” I asked

“ Yes, God told me to come back here, he said I should be a sister to you…”

“ Ok…” I said. “ But what if I don’t need any roommate again?”

“ Unfortunately for you, this roommate has come to stay and she is not going anywhere!” And indeed she proved that as she started unpacking her stuffs…

I wanted to ask her if she heard from Bro Kennedy but pride wouldn’t let me..and it was as if she was reading my mind…

“ Bro Kennedy said he will stop by to say hi..” Mmesoma said

“ Really!” My heart was pounding fast…

“ Yes!, He is coming to do the right thing, we spoke a lot during the Short break!” Mmesoma said

“ The right thing?” I asked

“ Yes!, He did the wrong thing that day…!”

I didn’t understand what Mmesoma was saying until much later when Bro Kennedy came around. He apologized for shouting and saying some of the things he said at the fellowship center. He was sorry for acting that way by not controlling his emotions… The part that broke my heart most was when he stretched forth his hand for a handshake and said…

“ Friends?” He said

I looked at the hand stretched towards me, I got the message he was sending across, he wanted us to be friends, he was no more interested in me.

I swallowed hard and accepted his hand and from no where my tears dropped…

“ Friends” I replied

Mmesoma chuckled in excitement.

My mother called later to find out if I had gotten to school, which I answered her in the affirmative. She added the statement I was obviously waiting for her to say…

“ Bro Stephen said your line has been unreachable” she said

“It could be the network!” I replied…

Early the next morning I got a shocking news that moved my life into a direction I wasn’t expecting…

I received a phone call from home that my mother had been hit by a hit and run vehicle and she died on the spot…

My life did not make meaning anymore. I rushed home and Mmesoma went with me. My father’s family who were Muslims by religion buried my mother that same day.

I stayed back for three days with Mmesoma by my side strengthening me with encouraging words… She met Bro Stephen and they exchanged pleasantries. My mother had died in Bro Stephen’s hand as he witnessed the accident. You could see pain in his eyes. He was always at our place with a sober look on his face. He wasn’t his cheerful self anymore.

The night before we returned to school, Mmesoma was the one who spoke sense to me…

“ Timi, when do you plan on returning to school?”

“ School?, with what just happened?”

“ Yes!, Your mum is gone and your not going to school will not bring her back, besides you are in your final year, you need to finish what you started.” Mmesoma had said

The next day I returned to school. Since I had barred Bro Stephen’s number, I never heard from him again.

I stopped attending the campus fellowship though Mmesoma didn’t like the idea. I started attending a new church outside the campus. That was where I met Odi……

To be continued

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( A Love Triangle)
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

Odi was a wonderful brother I met in the new church I starting attending outside campus. He was a good cake with a beautiful Icing. He was very active in church and the icing on the cake was that He was RICH.

From the first day I noticed him in Church, I knew he was a good catch. He had a close resemblance to Bro Stephen as they looked really clean and tush. However, Odi was more CLASSY.

We got quite close and became friends. What sealed the deal between us both was when he told me he was a single dad and his daughter was in the United States with the mother. He told me he was trying to get custody of his daughter. He showed me the picture of a beautiful girl. I told him I also had a daughter, Jadesola who due to my mother’s recent death had been taken to my Aunt’s place.

He told me he didn’t like the idea of passing my child from one relative to the other, he encouraged me to embrace her and find how to train her on my own…

I was glad God had given me a man who did not see my having a child as having an incurable disease.

One thing led to the other and Odi proposed. He told me, he wanted to marry me and I could bring my daughter along with me to the marriage.

Odi was a dream come true, He was the perfect will of God I was looking for. He was good looking, wealthy, he accepted my past and most importantly he was social.

Odi was the kind of Christian that loved to go the beach with me, He was not as boring as Bro Kennedy who was always talking Scriptures. He was funny like Bro Stephen but a better version. We shopped a lot, there was no sophisticated restaurant I didn’t know… I met his friends, they were classy people as well. He was a consolation after my mother’s death as he took care of my bills and that of my daughter.

Mmesoma however wasn’t comfortable with the relationship…

“ I have nothing against him, all I am saying is you need to pray and ask if he is the best for you, there are good guys, but I don’t want to get married to a good guy, I want to get married to the best guy.. I believe the same for you too.”

“ Mmesoma it’s only the blind that will not see that Odi is God’s consolation for me” I replied

“ If you say so…” Mmesoma had said

I completed my final year in the university in grand style. Papa and Bro Kennedy became inconsequential as Odi was a bigger deal. Kennedy, Papa and I graduated leaving Mmesoma behind, But Mmesoma and I continued our friendship.

I insisted on doing my one year National youth service before tying the knot with Odi, who was in a hurry to get married to me.

After Youth Service, Odi and I met a huge roadblock on our marital journey…

“ I said you can not marry him, you must marry a Muslim. Was it not the Christian Evangelism your mother was always going for every morning that ended her life, so you must marry a Muslim brother!” My father had refused bluntly.

My mother had married my father out of love and felt he would be converted along the way, but that never happened. My father practiced his religion while Mum practiced hers. It was always during their fights she would always “ If only I married the will of God for my life, my life would have been better”, hence she always rang it in my ear to marry a Christian.

Since she was dead, my father wanted to force his will on me… He wanted me to marry the Imam’s son Mustapha.

At this point, I knew I needed God’s intervention but Odi gave me a suggestion….

To be continued

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2 thoughts on ““HIM, HER& I” part 19-20 by Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

  1. Good Day
    This novel Him, Her & I has really blessed my life, I have learnt some lessons here
    Please how can i get the book

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