wrong number…ep9

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 cohabitation.

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 sex more than anything else. and he respected my opinion. He said he’ll wait till i come around


A year later, we are actually in our final year. We heard a shocking news. The news is on tv, radio, every where. A particular hospital was raided by the police, report got to them that the owner of the hospital is fetish.

He uses pregnant women for rituals. Especially those that came for abortion, He uses both the fetus and mother for rituals. Many girls has been reported to die on his operating table. The news has already spread across the whole city.

Tunde and I were shocked, this is the same hospital I almost entered to have an abortion.

“No wonder you said your spirit did not agree with that hospital” Tunde said still in shock.

“I would have been a victim too” I said

I did not know where the tears came from, I cried. So God answered my prayer that day, I know He did not do it for me but He did it for my mother. The prayer I prayed for my mother who has served Him diligently with her whole heart was answered.

“This is nothing but pure grace, indeed our grace differs” I said to myself.

That very minute I made a promise that I will serve him all the rest of my life.

Everything went well between us, My love for him waxed stronger.

We both graduated with a first class. Tunde was the second best overall student.

Months later, Went for service. We served in different states but things was going on smoothly between us.

Yes, we have everything all planned out, we are getting married once we are through with service and start working.

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, 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.


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