My God When - S01 E31

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My God When - S01 E31

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 31

I later got to know that he was the one bearing Emmanuel Adebayo.

We continued as friends. I mean very tight friends.

Sometimes, we would discuss how to move the orphanage forward. We discussed our future. We discussed a lot. I mean a lot.

He made me laugh so hard whenever he cracked jokes. I was very comfortable with him. Little by little, I began to accept the fact that he might be the one.

Sometimes, we prayed together. Sometimes, we went for lunch together. Sometimes, we went for excursion with the children. We were just the perfect match.

One day, he held my hands. He looked straight into my eyes. I couldn’t explain how some butterflies entered my stomach. I was so nervous. The feelings I had weren’t from this world.

“Damilola, I am glad you came into my life and purpose. Ever since you came into my life, my life changed for good. My orphanage home progressed. In fact, the children are madly in love with you.

You’ve been their joy. Our purpose align with each other. You’re the best woman I can ever ever ask for. I have been nursing this feeling that one day, you’ll be my wife.

I want you to be my wife. Of a truth I may have close to 150 children in my care, I also want to have my own biological children. I want you to be the mother of our kids. I really want you in my life. I want you to be my wife.

Will you marry me?” He said as he penetrated into my eyes searching for a “yes”.

It was as if I was dreaming.

“Well, thank you, Emmanuel. I will pray about it.” I said as I gave out a smile

He laughed so hard.” Ladies are so funny. They have the answer already but, they will still be saying I will pray about it.

I give you all the time you need to pray. Even if it will take you 50 years. I’m going to wait for your answer.” He said.

I prayed to God over and over again about it. I got a confirmation that he was the one for me.

I finally gave him a “yes” one afternoon when we were together at the home.

His joy knew no bound. He just couldn’t hide it. He was so happy.

We moved our friendship to the next level. That is, courting with marriage in mind.

Along the line, he told me his past. Some of his past were miserable but, I looked beyond his past and believed that the future would be better than this past.

When I told him my past, he couldn’t believe it.

“So, Damilola, you’re an empty vessel? You don’t have a womb? No wonder you are yet to be married. So, I fell in love with a prostitute like you. Some prostitutes are even better than you” He shouted as he walked away, angrily.

I ran after him to beg him. He wouldn’t listen to me.

Before I could say “jack” , he locked his door.

I sat outside and cried my eyes out. I knocked at his door times without number yet, he didn’t answer me. I heard him snif. It seems he was also crying in his office.

“God, I never wanted to fall in love. I had written marriage off. Why will all these happen to me when I decided to open my heart to love someone?

God, why me? See the names Emmanuel called me. I know some prostitutes may be better than me. I am pained with his words. God, why me. My life is broken again. I’m shattered. “I said as I cried my eyes out

Maybe, it was the devil that whispered to me that day that “Emmanuel was my husband”. I think I made a mistake coming to this orphanage home.

I cried and took my leave.

As I was about to leave, a child ran to me. He told me he wasn’t happy whenever I cry. I didn’t know tears were still coming from my eyes. I thought I had wiped them before passing their hostel.

I sat down so that the boy could express himself better. I didn’t want to give him an impression that I wasn’t ready to listen to him.

The little boy wrapped his hands on my neck and whispered “Aunty Damilola, I love you. Be happy. I will pray to God our father on your bahalf.” I hugged him and finally bade him goodbye.

When I got home, I couldn’t help but shed tears. “God, when will you give me my own husband or marriage isn’t truly meant for me?”

I was still crying when a message came through. The message was from Emmanuel.

“Darasimi, I’m sorry, I won’t be able to marry you. For this reason, I don’t want to ever see you in my orphanage home again. If you dare step your foot there again, I’m going to embarras you. Prostitute. To hell with you.” The message read.

God, why? When I thought my prayers are being answered, all these came up again.

Oh no not again!