After my last story about David, the official bastard. I got a call from someone, a lady and she said "Olanrewaju, can you please share my story on your blog? It would encourage your readers". After considering it, I decided to hear it first, but after I heard her story, I knew it would be perfect for you! I interviewed her and this is what I got:
Olanrewaju: Can you please share your story with me?
My New Friend: I will tell you about my life before I got married. I was a very modest lady who attracted praises from her parents, respect from the church members, admiration from the young men and of course, envy from some sisters. However, I remained humble, purposeful and pure. Even the pastor used me as an example as he was preaching one of his long sermons.
Olanrewaju (thinking): That's a wonderful résumé!
My New Friend: I got engaged to a young man in our church. He was God-fearing and he loved me with the whole of his heart. We had our introduction in a modest way because my dad didn't like parties.
Olanrewaju (thinking): I like your dad! Parties are so boring!
My New Friend: The wedding date was picked and preparations started. My mum and I went to different markets to make arrangements for several things. A foreign-designed invitation card were sent out and everything was already falling into place when I had a dream. The dream sounded impossible to me and it could scatter my planned wedding so I kept it to myself. After some weeks, I began to feel weak and to worsen the case, my period went on holiday. I hurried to a pharmacy to get a strip to drive away my fear. Unfortunately, it came out positive! I was pregnant.
Olanrewaju (thinking): Ghen Ghen
My New Friend: I became confused. How would I get pregnant without having sex? All I had was a dream where someone that looks like an Angel told me that I have been chosen to carry the One who will save everyone and the Holy Spirit will be the one to impregnate me. Who will believe me? Who impregnated you? Holy Spirit! No no no! It can't be; am not pregnant. So I brushed it aside and continued my wedding preparations which was now close and because of that, the preparations was more tedious. One day at the market with my mum, I collapsed and I was taken to the hospital. After series of tests, our family doctor who also attends our church came out with a small paper and his face was like that of a medical student who failed an in-course.
Olanrewaju (thinking): It's time to confess
My New Friend: My mum was the first to ask him why his face was so messed up. He replied: Mary is pregnant! My amazement shocked the two of them as they marveled at what was surprising me. It was a fierce battle. What do you mean by the Holy Spirit is the one responsible for your pregnancy? My dad could not hold his disappointment! He swinged his hands and something that felt like the splash of hot oil landed on my face. It took me several minutes before I could regain complete consciousness.
Olanrewaju (thinking): As in, I just love your dad. I don't know why.
My New Friend: My dad picked his phone and called my fiancé. My fiancé came in smiling like someone who just inherited the wealth of Bill Gates. After greeting my parents, he said to me: "my baby, I just posted our pre-wedding pictures on Facebook. You can't imagine how many likes it had gotten in just few hours". " She is pregnant", my dad shouted! "And I want to know if you're the one responsible because she is telling me one tale about the Holy Spirit". The rhythm of the question stole the smile on his face as he repeated: " She is pregnant? " Tears began to run a bitter race on his face and I had to save him from my dad's claws. "He is not the one responsible". It was as if I started the fire again.
Olanrewaju (thinking): Deep shit for you!
My New Friend: My fiancé called off the wedding and our pastor was notified. He announced it in church, saying that "Well, our dear sister has joined herself to a ghost and the ghost, she shall marry, but I won't be the one ministering that day". The shame was much for me to handle, so my dad said I should go and spend some time with my aunty who lived in another town. It was a big relief for me. While I was with my aunt, who just got pregnant too after a long time, I got a call from my fiancé who said he needs to see me urgently. He proved the urgency of the matter as he agreed to come and see me in the other town. He narrated his story how he had seen an Angel in his dream who told him that he should take me as his wife despite the mysterious pregnancy. At first, my parents didn't like the idea because it looked like a set-up between us, but they were later convinced that my pregnancy was truly strange.
Olanrewaju: Are you serious?
My New Friend: Yes, they believed. I got married to my fiancé but he never touched me till I gave birth to a boy in his hometown because of a census. You see, Olanrewaju, if God has called you to be or do something, but you consider it a shameful thing to do, you are not the first. Stay in line with God and He will vindicate you eventually.
Olanrewaju: Hmmm
My New Friend: Let me show you something that Paul the apostle wrote: Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek. The good news of Christ for you comes with an element of shame. Don't be shy to carry the cross; He carried his own and He is your yoke bearer too. Be strong. That's my story
Olanrewaju: Your story has really inspired me. Am grateful and am also looking forward to hearing from some of your friends over there too. If they want to share...lol
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Thumbs up brother.
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