©️Opeyemi Akintunde
AS INSPIRED BY THE LIVING WORD
It actually began like the end for me because Mummy J made life a living hell for me. I became her maid.
God decided to have mercy on me when Mummy J got Born again….
A popular evangelist came to our vicinity for a crusade, and mummy J encountered Christ. It was her new life that made her soften her hands towards me. My boy was already one year when she called me for a discussion.
“Yemi, I am sorry for how I have been treating you…. I have been thinking about you, these past few days. Do you want to continue your education?”
I was shocked at the apology and the question but I nodded in the positive as a response to her question.
“Ok…. I cannot afford your old school; I will enroll you in a public school”.
“Thank you ma”
I returned to school, and everything was going on well until one day, when I got home and Mummy J sat me down to have another heart to heart …
“Adeyemi, I met a woman three weeks ago, who runs an organization of helping young girls who give birth too early and are not able to take care of their children” Mummy J said
My first thought was that the said woman gave them money but I was wrong….
“She helps them look for waiting parents who may want to adopt the child and give them a better life.”
I was silent at this point…
“I told her about you and she told me that presently there is a family looking for a boy to adopt.”
I maintained my silence.
So I was thinking you should consider it for Iremide. Let’s give Iremide a better life than you had, because from all indication Mr. Teju is not coming back for him.
I believe for the next few minutes I felt a great numbness all over me…
“Think about it…” She said
I thought about it, I thought about the state I was in and how Iremide’s life would be if I continued to keep him. He was going to end up in a public school like me that was if Mummy J enrolled him on time. I looked at Mummy J’s children; I still spoke better English than they did courtesy of the three years I spent in Mr. & Mrs. Teju’s house. I knew it was better I gave Iremide up…
On the day of the adoption, I refused going with Mummy J, I had signed the necessary papers, but I told mummy J I couldn’t watch some strangers take away my baby.
The adoptive family gave us some money which I used in completing my secondary education and university education.
After my university education, I began to long for my child. I wanted to see him, but Mummy J would not give me the phone number of the woman or those who adopted him…
I fell into depression, got into a lot of terrible acts; smoking, drinking, clubbing, prostituting and that made Mummy J insist I leave her house.
I left, went into full blown prostitution. It was during one of my escapades, that I met a man who gave me his card. He told me to come visit him at his office.
To be continued…
