CHAPTER 32 –
© OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE
I waited for another four days constantly checking my
phone and the date. On the 28th of May around 12 noon, my phone rang
and I saw a private number. I did not need a seer to
tell me it was Daniel. “Hello” I said careful not to call his name for fear of it
been another person. “Pastor Mrs Nwala!”
“Oh thank you lord, thank you Daniel for calling back. This means a lot to me”
“Wow! I never thought a day would come when you
would sound so excited to hear from me”
“Well, we never say never. I am calling because I need
a huge favor from you. I know you are a busy person
so I wouldn’t want to keep you on the line for so long”
“I actually have 10 minutes before I go in for another
meeting. What’s the trouble in your paradise that
warrants this call?” Daniel said with a rich masculine
tone giving rich man vibes
“My childlessness…” I went straight to the point. “Ok? You need money for IVF? Send me your account”
“No… I get pregnant but I end up having miscarriages”
“So how do I come in?”
“I need your forgiveness, I have a feeling you are yet
to forgive me, and also there is a statement you used to say that I believe is standing in my way of having
kids for my husband”
“That your womb belongs to me?”
“Yes! You remember?”
“Nwala, you expect me to forget? How can I forget
anything about you. You were my first investment in
life. The investment that crashed… I remember every
second, every minute, every hour, every day, every
year I spent with you…”
“I am sorry”
“Sorry… Nwala sorry does not cut it for me… What’s
the sorry for? Sorry you left me for a rich lame man”
“Reuben is not lame”
“What do you call a man on a wheelchair
He is no longer on the wheelchair. Daniel for
whatever pain I caused you, God has shown you
goodness. You are a big man, who is married and have
good kids…”
“I am not married, neither do I have kids, and point of
correction, my handwork and resilience brought me
here not God!”
I didn’t know what to say anymore. He was hurt and I
knew I couldn’t achieve what I wanted to achieve…
“Nwala”
“Yes, I am here”
“So what do you want from me?”
“I want you to reverse those words, and say it from
your heart that you release me to have kids for my
husband”
“Ok, Nwala I release…
Please hold on, I no longer bear Nwala, I am now
Beauty…”
“Beauty? Why did you change your name? who gave
you the new name?”
“My husb…”
“I can not call you what he calls you. I only know
Nwala, I don’t know Beauty”
“I am still the same person, but Nwala means son of
the soil and Reuben means a son as well. It technically
means a man marrying a man, so that was standing in
my way of having kids”
“Oh my Days! Nwala, when did you become this fickle
minded, you have allowed yourself to become one of
the religious fools… You know what, I am running late
for my meeting. I can’t deal with this. I will be in
Nigeria in 10 days, let’s meet to deal with this…
Oh! That would be nice”
“Alright… I have to go… Bye Nwala” He ended the call abruptly…
“Am I relieved?” I asked myself “No… instead I feel more pressured, my heart feels
like stone.”
I was afraid…
To be continued…