AND SHE WEPT (By Abiola OlaOluwa)

AND

SHE WEPT

By: Abiola Abidemi Olaoluwa

AND SHE WEPT

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AKNOWLEGEMENT

All honour and adoration is giving to my; I AM THAT I AM for The beautiful gift he bestow on me. All I have to say is thank you lord for this great opportunity.

To my parent; Mr. and Mrs. Olaogun you have really given a good path to follow, your words are like honeycomb it had gone ahead me into the future and it really serve as Greece to my elbow, strength to my prowess. I say God bless you Dad.

My sincere appreciation goes to my In-law; Elder and Deaconess Olutunbi for their prayers and words of hope for me and my family. I pray God bless you with long life.

When I close my eyes, an operation was done on the side of my womb and when I opened my eyes, I realize I have found a treasure from my womb and she is call my woman. Esther Olaoluwa my Queen and my Joy. Thank you for always been there for me.

Pastor Toba Osuloye, you’ve been so precious, to me you have never looked down on me, each time I run like a rabbit to you for help. Your words were so valuable; it’s a light to my path. Thank you so much sir.

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to all ladies who had made one form of mistakes and have been  able to overcome.

 

THE DOG AND THE BONE

Be shameful oh! Naked Dog

Be calm oh! You bone

What good have you?

Why your product so cheap?

And your honour dishonoured

Cos’ you are honoured

Amidst the horror

Thorns tore your clothes

In pieces you locomote

Yet you are not peaceful

Blood streams down

Your Plastic surgery face

But you gladly wipe away the sweat

You masticate bones

And your teeth gets soared

Be shameful oh! Naked Dog

Cos’ your night is in eyes

You are toothless

For you are nude

Is this part of your product?

Oh! Shameless dog

Stop advertising your ruin.

Abiola Olaoluwa

(c)2006

PROLOGUE

Her legs were drifting backward forcing the centre table out of its position, she guarded her body as she held his two stubborn hands that were about forcing their ways through her waist. She hummed like a baby but the message was cleared enough to be understood by him but he pretended. Thousands of things rushed through her mind under that seconds as she played back her Mum’s warning one after the other;

‘…in any case sex is worth waiting for and its pride lies in the family, so, do not allow any man to steal your glory away. Men respect their wives if met as a virgin, no matter how corrupted the man may be. My dear daughter if you start it, you may not finish well, because it will cause you a lot of Havoc and challenges in life….’

‘Come on baby’ he pleaded

‘If I started it, i may not finish well, because it will cost me a lot of Havoc and challenges in life’ she reiterated the lines of her mother.

‘Said by who?’

‘My mother of course’

‘That was when you were a baby but now you are already a grown up girl, come on, don’t subject your destiny to that kind of archaic one’ he bamboozled her intellect.

Looking up at the rolling ceiling-Fan as if solutions were written on its blades, she was truly disorganised and not knowing what to say any more. He seemed very astute; he had every answer to every issues. He looked at her and just felt like kissing her, romancing, or even raping her. She thought as much of him, she drifted back to an old cushion chair and her father’s advice flashed through her mind;

‘Comfort listen to me as I speak in a plain language about sex,.if sex becomes an habit before marriage it quickly destroys both health and spirits; you become feeble in body and mind, and often ends in a lunatic asylum. Not only that, you will live with things you can never change, damage from previous mistakes, being brought into your future marriage and setting you up for future mistakes. God’s solution to avoiding these consequences is simple; you have to avoid sexual temptation the same way you would a hand grenade. Think of the consequences before you act and you will save yourself’.

“ No! I can’t do this, it’s too early”. She thought.

He had waited for her understanding but it seemed that there was no green light. He stood and moved closer to her.

‘ You don’t seem to know how much I love you, and the only way you can show me how deeply you love me too is by giving me assess to your body. I need you badly baby. He held her closer now but she swallowed a spit as her mind was about flying out of her. She felt an unusual sensation in her body system and felt good about it. She then had a mix feeling.

Still holding on to her waist…

CHAPTER1

People moved to and fro the street without any serious greeting; the houses were well aligned in a row on the left and right. The two lanes were tarred except for some potholes that dented the image of the street. The gutters were well channelled on both sides of the street. Number 18 of the street was a house erected between a two storey buildings, the paints on the wall of the house was already in pains. The faded paints grinned at distance, establishing the age of the house.

The house had only two flats and one boycotter, the landlord’s apartment was at the front. It was Saturday morning; clappings and spiritual songs were coming out from the house. Others consciously, unconsciously join them singing while they kept away from them doing their home works at their different places.

Mr Akinnola and family had really showed to be a good Christian in the environment and everybody respected them for that. They were family of four, three boys and a girl named Comfort. They were all taught how to live a moral and godly life, most especially Comfort. She was the only female child; her mother loved her so much; she could do anything and everything for her satisfaction. Being the last born, her elder brothers dared not touch her for any reason; otherwise they would face the fury of their mother. She also received a lot of care from her father. Most times her father would have to pet her on bed (at night) before she slept, she was such a cosseted child.

The Akinola's family  was a family endowed with the talent of singing. Most times, when the family observed her morning devotion, it was always like 'heaven on earth' you’d almost think that a group of angels were singing in their apartment. Comfort with a good soprano voice, also had the ability to part others when singing, and this gave their songs wonderful melodies. The Akinola's family was known for their talents in Church, in this wise, they were referred to as 'The Akinola's Band'. Mr Akinola was one of the leading pastors in one of the most popular churches in town.  Comfort, though a good singer, would never show up among the choir in the church yet frequently she performed duets with one of her brothers, while the others also played the keyboard and drum set. They were such a blessing to the Church.

Comfort was indeed a brilliant girl who would not for any reasons see herself being a second class in any matter pertaining to academics, she was too inquisitive, she wants to know everything about anything that seemed too complicating for her to comprehend. Whenever comfort woke up in the morning and say she had a dream everybody in the family would definitely pay attention to her. Her father calls her Josephine because of her ‘dream gift’. She was always the first in her class during her primary school days and she was also appointed as the Senior Head Girl in her primary school. Though she looked very stunning in her tender age she never had the idea of posing as older girls in her shoes would do.

When she completed her primary school her mother was very thrilled seeing her only female child coming of age as a mature girl. Her father did not like the idea of sending her on errands and he wanted her to be the best among her peers and to achieve that she needed to, so he decided to put her in the boarding School.  This, he believed would enable her to be focus more on her education without any form of interference from anybody.

This idea did not go well with her mother, she wanted to be seeing her only daughter around.

‘Honey try to understand the advantages of sending comfort to boarding school, it will strengthen her and boost her moral for education’ he explain persuasively.

‘But she can also learn effectively at home, after all, her brothers are schooling here, why her? must she school elsewhere? The only girl!’ she retorted angrily.

‘Okay let us try the boarding school for her JSS classes only and...’

‘And what? She interrupted sharply.

She knew her husband was not easily convinced, he will make sure his decision prevailed over any other decision. Her wife gave up the arguments and left with a word while pacing toward the direction of the sitting room

‘you will always do your wish, why disturbing me?’

‘dear! dear! Are you living me here?’ he asked in pretence. ‘Women are hard to confuse, i know what is best for my daughter’ he thought aloud.

The 3 storey buildings of the school were erected one after the other and a big hall for presentation and other memorable events stood at the down side of the school. The rectangular field was imbedded in the centre of the school. The school was well decorated, a sculpture of a student was moulded at the entrance of the school and the brown paint on the buildings was accompanied with cream paint that made them perfectly designed. At the side of the wall was this artistic design of student library and laboratory. Some students were playing under the mangoes trees, some sat on the branches of a quaver, it was their brake time. Comfort stood on the balcony of jss1 building looking at the surrounding of the school.

 Having been admitted into Olumo College; one of the top boarding schools in the country, she was very happy and ready to do anything to make her parents proud of her. She was very studious and hardly kept friends. She believed keeping friends might distract her from her vision. Some of her classmates were jealous of her, some desired her to be their friend and many attempts were made by them, but Comfort preferred being seen in the library after class than to loiter around with ‘friends’. After some months, her presence was recognised within her colleagues. She answered almost every question in the class and this caused her a lot beefing in the class.

'She is just too proud, I don’t like her'; ‘she feels like she owns the whole knowledge in the world’: such were the kind of remarks made by some of her colleagues about her in school.

On the other hand, Hannah was known to be a big girl and she had her entourage that moved together with her in the school and outside the school. But unfortunately, after two years Hannah was brought to Comfort's room and she became her bunk mate. She always hissed at her any time she saw her reading:

“Efiko, Prof. Wole Soyinka’s last born, you better wake up and stop disturbing your days of enjoyment.”  As she said this, she would hiss and sleeps off.

Hannah had been a corrupt girl right from her primary school days. She learned these acts from her mother who had several man friends after divorcing her husband. Her mother used to send her to some of her ‘men customers’.  At 13 years old she was deflowered by one of her mother's concubines. She couldn’t tell her mother anything but she bitterly sobbed right inside her. She knew her mother didn’t live a normal life and she had affected her life with the kind of life she’d chosen to live. Since then her orientation changed and she played the game along with her mother simultaneously.

One day her mother thought it wise, that it would not be good enough for her daughter to play along with her in the ‘men business’. So, she decided to send Hannah to boarding school. She withdrew her immediately from the day secondary school she was going.  But unknown to her, her decision was a belated one. She’d gone to nap while she set her roofs ablaze. Hannah had been into the game already!

She was admitted into Olumo College where she spread her wings like never before: as she went in with some male teachers, she likewise engaged some senior boys in the School. She could do anything to achieve her aims. In fact, she was a devil’s incarnate. She’d been keeping boyfriends right from her primary school level and she did sleep with men who were old enough to be her father.  But because of how degenerated the society looked, the men involved considered their evil acts as fun.

So Hannah had fun with them all around town while she was still in boarding school. Whenever she’d an appointment with any of her ‘customers’, she made her way through the school fence. Outside the school, she pulled off her school uniform and put on her house wears that suited the outing. At times, she and others jumped the fence in group.

     

Hannah had been looking for a way to initiate Comfort into their group because of her beauty but Comfort would not pay any attention to her for a second but Hannah didn’t relent, she would always preach the evil gospel of immoralities to her. She had been the demonic angel against Comfort's life. She would say in her usual manner:

“What will you sum as experience throughout your days in secondary school, if you don't join your colleagues in what they are doing as best?”

“And what are the best things my colleagues do?” Comfort would reply. “Party?  Abscond from school to party through the fence? Having affair with the senior boys or rubbing shoulders with lust you called love with some teachers or going out …?”

“Ah ah, enough of all these, Comfort!'  Hannah retorted.  “Omo your own too much o; what have I said that brought about all these sort of debate?  Na wa o.”

One fateful day, the sun was about travelling to the west, the cloud looked very much brighter, and the activities of the students were very loud and lively. Some set of junior boys were playing football, some hung under the mango tree chatting, some SS students were running round the field. The female students engaged in brain storming games – it seemed it was their Club's day. Comfort was found in a hall listening attentively to a debate presentation by some SS 2 students on a rehearsal ground, though she was one of the selected students from the junior class but she was scared as she sat on a locker, thinking of what to say during her own presentation when she was called upon. Hannah and other JSS 3 students knew fully well that Comfort wouldn’t fail them.

She’d carefully watched the dramatisation techniques adopted by one of the senior boys called Felix. Although she liked his method of presentation but never wished to imitate anybody but to be herself. The condition of her thinking did not last long, her name echoed in her hearing.

“Now we call on a representative from the JSS level, Comfort Akinola! Is she here?” he asked. Comfort walked through the podium while a lot of her colleagues gave birth to a round of applause. She tried to gather herself even as she moved forward so as to build some qualities of bravado.

She started and during the course of her presentation, many students were being convinced by the method she adopted and this amongst many things made Felix develop interest in making friend with Comfort. Felix replayed Comfort's line of introduction. “... Before I symbolise my symbolism symbol.’ “This is wonderful, JSS 3 student!’ .He gazed at her for a while. “How can I approach this girl? ” He promised himself to never let her go un-approached. Suddenly a round of applause interrupted his thoughts. Then he focused on Comfort's conclusion so as for him to know the best among all the representative students. ...last but not the least, doctor in the latin word means TEACHER but anyway, different calling for different people. The day we respect teachers as well as doctors are the day we’ve taken a step forward as a society. Doctors do a great thing for humanity, and so do teacher. Doctors do a great thing for humanity, and so do teachers. Doctors have great responsibility, and so do teachers. We want the best teachers for ourselves and our children. In my opinion, both of these great service professions are equal in honourability. But as to the pay, average is around 50k for a Teacher, and 150k for a Doctor. So, a Doctor is respected (with pay) 3 times as much as a Teacher. Then again, they also work longer hours, get sued regularly, and have patients die on them regularly. So, in my own opinion , Doctor is better than Teacher. Thank you

A round of applause accompanied her steps as she was coming down from the podium. The coordinator chuckled while he read from his papers.  “Out of four representatives from SS classes, one is qualified for the debate competition and the person is Felix Garvey.”  All the senior students gave whistles to that effect as the coordinator read further.  “Also out of four representatives from the JSS classes, one also qualified and the person is Comfort Akinola.” The JSS students rejoiced and shouted as well.

At this time Felix knew fully well that this should be the avenue for him to approach Comfort. Comfort was also happy for Felix. ‘So, there is a tendency for us to meet.’ She thought as they were moving out of the hall one after the other. Felix and Comfort's eyes became one. She endeavoured to adjust and go her way, but Felix successfully stopped her.

‘Comfort! Comfort!’ He called. She stopped.  “Congratulations for being part of the school representatives in the coming debates”

She held out her hand. “Oh! Thanks and same to you,” She replied with a faint smile

“Oh it's my pleasure to have a conversation with the school queen and to even...”

“No! No! No!” She interrupted him.  “I won't accept that from you. I guess this is not the right time to do all these; not until we win the competition for the glory of our school. Because it’s not over, until it’s over”

“Okay you've spoken well but I thought it...”

She interrupted him again.  “It's like I have a class to attend, see you some other time.”  She walked away leaving Felix staring after her.

Felix was not bothered at all.  “I think she’s got guts” he smiled.