Endangered In Heels – Episode 9 – From Dust To Dust

Endangered In Heels – Episode 9 – From Dust To Dust

READ EPISODE 8 HERE

“And the bible says in  Roman’s 14:18 ‘For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.’

What is important now for the rest of us here is to live for God. We should search ourselves and take an inventory of our lives, if death comes for us, would we be in right standing with God….”

 

A chill ran through me as I listened to the sermon, I broke out in a cold sweat. Minutes ago all I felt was numbness and all of a sudden this cold chill accompanied by sweat. As I pulled my shawl tightly around my shoulder, I felt the immediate urge to throw up, I really needed to get out of there.

 

 

Sope kept looking at me trying to find out if I was okay. I managed to signal her to meet me outside as I got up and rushed out of the church. I was fortunate enough to make it outside to a gutter close to the entrance and doubled over remitting everything in my gut into it. I burst into tears again.

 

 

 

 

“Timehin, do you want me to take you home, you’re definitely not okay” Sope said as she rushed to my side and held me. Her bump was really huge now and she was getting really close to her delivery date.

 

“I’m sorry babe, I shouldn’t put you through this stress, I’m really sorry, it’s just that I can’t wrap my head around these past few weeks, I just can’t seem to swallow it all, it’s too much for me to bear Sope, it’s too….” I burst into another round of tears.

 

 

Sope pulled out her phone to make a call, I stopped her. She said, “Hey Timehin, if you can’t handle it, then we should leave.”

 

 

“I’d be fine, I just needed some air. I’d stay out here till the service is over and then join them to the burial ground”. I said as I tried to gain my composure. I held out my hand to her as we made our way to a stack of chairs just around the corner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

My mind flashed back to that horrible night, it was exactly one month since the ordeal. From the time I heard the gun shot to seeing Kola lying helplessly on the floor, every other thing had been a haze. I remember the pastor arriving just a few minutes after I called him and getting Kola into his car with the help of some people around.

 

 

I also remember pacing the length of the hospital reception as we waited for the doctor to give us a report. At the time, everyone had joined us at the clinic – his parents, his brother, my mum and my sisters, his friends, everyone from the dinner had come out. It must have been more than 3 hours when the doctor finally came out and asked to see his dad.

 

 

I was thrown into a second round of frenzy, the pastor led us in a series of worship songs to calm the atmosphere. Not long after, Kola’s dad asked us all to leave saying the situation was under control. I wouldn’t budge, I insisted on seeing him even if it meant peeping through the window, but no one would allow me. I knew something wasn’t right, why wouldn’t they let me see him?

 

 

After much persuasion, I left with everyone else. I couldn’t sleep and for the first time since I moved out to live on my own, I shared a bed with my mum that night, I didn’t want to be alone. I felt like a little girl again, I had never been so scared in my life. I prayed like my life depended on it because indeed it did.

 

 

I must have drifted off to sleep in the middle of crying and praying, because it was the sound of my phone ringing that woke me up. It was an unknown caller.

 

“Hello” I answered.

 

 

“Good morning, is that Miss Ayole?” The caller asked.

 

 

“Yes, it is. Who am i speaking with please?” I asked in reply.

 

 

“I am calling from Mrs Anele’s residence, I am sorry to inform you that she passed on this morning in her sleep and…..”

 

 

That was the last I heard of what he was saying, my phone slipped out of my trembling hand, I was confused, I couldn’t explain the dizziness that hit me. My mum came in to the room just in time to check on me and in a muffled voice, I managed to tell her what I had just heard. She drove me to Mrs Anele’s house and the gathering of people in different clusters, some wailing, others shaking their heads confirmed it all, Aunt Rose was dead.

 

 

We went into the house, where I saw the children and her housekeeper with their eyes swollen from crying. I had seen her just yesterday and she looked very well, I had even told her she looked beautiful. How did it happen, why was everything happening so suddenly? I remembered Kola and panicked, if anything happened to that man, I’d lose it. I beckoned to my mum to meet me outside, told the children I’d be back and rushed off to the hospital.

 

 

 

The sound of the wailing of mourners from inside the church, as the casket in which Mrs Anele’s body was was being wheeled outside by the pall bearers, brought me back to the present. It was all so surreal, I needed closure. She was fine and fully recovered from her last chemotherapy, the Dr’s report even said the cancer cells were dying. She died in her sleep, not a heart attack, no explanations whatsoever, she just simply died. I thought to myself ‘What is this life all about really?’

 

 

 

It was time to pay my final respect to this amazing woman who God used to change my life forever, my mentor, my boss, my sister, my friend. Hand in hand, Sope and I followed the procession to the burial ground. After all said and done, from dust we came and to dust we would certainly return.

 

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Life and death is in God’s hands, let’s live our best lives at every point in time with utmost regard to the one who holds us. Such a sad episode, but all I want to know is what is happening with Kola?

The final episode will be up next week. I want to see all your comments and smiley clicks. 10 episodes of real life situations, what have you learned so far?

 

If this is your first time, catch up on previous episodes from HERE.

 

It’s your favorite storyteller

Jay

Xoxo

 

9 Comments

  • Henrie Agboje
    September 13, 2018

    I can’t wait for more

  • Toyin
    September 13, 2018

    Jay!!! You are such a good story teller, that’s all I’m saying! Can’t wait for the next episode

  • Bukola
    September 13, 2018

    My Sister my friend

  • Mz Kemz
    September 13, 2018

    Gosh, I nearly felt sick! I thought Kola was dead! :'( Jayyyyyyyyyy! You are sooo annoying but phew!!!

  • Becky
    September 19, 2018

    Wow,. Been scared to read through. But finally. Not like I am glad the lady died, better her than him

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