Chapter 3.

At Yemisis’s Apartment

It’s been two months now and I have not still heard from Bolaji.

“pick up, pick up Bolaji “, I said as I laid on the bed that night.

My belly was already protuding, I was losing it, I couldn’t concentrate at work anymore, my colleagues have all been talking about me behind my back.

To make things worst, Shade moved out of our apartment three weeks ago, she believed, I was a disgrace to her Christianity.

And I stopped attending church, eversince the day I had lost my dad, I simply gave up on church.

“The person you are calling is currently on another call”, the phone kept saying

I shut my eyes briefly, wondering what was going to happen to me? I couldn’t see past the day, my future is all bleak, I was so confused with nothing but everything to worry about.

I couldn’t even have a good night rest anymore, as anxiety was now a friend dear to me.

“Yemisi”, I heard my name

“Yemisi”, I heard again

“Yemisi”,

” oh come on! who could be at the door this late at night?”I said as I left the bedroom to go check the door.

“Fiyin ! “, I said staring at my eighteen year old sister all drenched by the heavy rain

“Come in first”, I said as I opened the door wider and she came in

We both went to my bedroom while I got her a sweater and a pant to change into.

“Change into this , I have made you hot water to shower”, I said after some minutes.

She nodded before going into the bathroom.

Few minutes later.

“So?”, I asked as we sat down in the dinning room after serving her hot tea

“Mommy told me not to go”, Fiyin said making me more anxious

“Not to go where?”, I asked anxiously tapping my foot

“We lost dad a year ago but it seems like you and Mom didn’t feel the blow I felt”, Fiyin started as she pushed away the cup

And I was quiet

“I felt it too Fiyin”, I said after awhile as tears brimmed my eyes

“Ever since we lost dad, I have been hanging out with some girls in the neighborhood… they are into prostitution. Mom never liked it but I didn’t care! , …I just wanted to rebel. I followed them to a party last night and I was drugged only to wake up and find myself on the bed naked few hours later, I didn’t know where else to go so I just came here”, Fiyin said and my heart wept for my younger sister.

“We will go to see the doctor in the morning”, I could only say as I felt a headache coming.

I was angry with whoever dared to take advantage of my sister

“You are crying? “, Fiyin asked but I immediately wiped off my tears

“Let’s just go to bed “, I said leaving the room.

If it was the same me few years ago, I would have comforted my sister with the word of God telling her how much God loves her.

How far away from God am I ? How did I drift so far from Him?

I could only cry myself to sleep while my sister did the same.

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you don’t just have the words to comfort others? Do drop your comments.