Inspired by the Holy Spirit
Written by Damilola Babs
From the stable of Reflection Book Hub
“Are you okay?” Biola asked once the meeting was done. She didn’t respond, she ran after her ex boyfriend with so much speed and soon caught with him outside the office.
“Wait!” She yelled once she saw him. He stopped once he saw her running towards him. Mary ignored Alicia and walked up straight to him.
“What is it Mary?”
“You think this is funny? What in God’s name is happening here, Andrew? I demand an explanation.”
“I owe you no explanation, Mary.” He told her sounding very cold.
“Yes you do. You think it’s cool to go around goofing with people’s hearts and pretending like you are some poor dude, on a lone street and…”
“I never pretended to be poor. You weren’t just satisfied. We had dates in some of the best places around, but no, your reputation mattered more. You wanted to chill with the big boys on another level and you got what you wanted, you got what you deserved.” He told her and then there was silence everywhere. The two starred on like they were actors in a movie. Her tears filled eyes questioned his. That was too heavy. She wasn’t expecting him to say that to her no matter what.
“May…Mary…” he called her in a pleading tone and then watched her run off in pain. He knew what he had said was wrong, but the truth was that had been angry since he found out about the rape. It was her damn fault, he had thought too many times and found no good reason why she left him.
“You want to go and beg her?” Her sister asked looking at him in shock. “That girl doesn’t deserve you. I can’t believe you would stay this long without sex and then opt for…for…”
“I beg you, don’t say it.” He told his sister without looking at her and then walked like he didn’t know where he was going to. He walked towards his black SUV and entered.
“Thank God we don’t share the same surname. acting like a sissy because of some damaged girl…” she kept whining as she followed him.
Mary couldn’t believe what had just happened. What on earth did Andrew just say to her? She picked up her laptop and began typing her resignation letter. The shame and stigma was too heavy on her. What was she even thinking? How could she have resumed the same office after the dastardly incident that had happened to her? Once she was through, she double checked it a few more times, sobbing and sniffing in tears, before forwarding it to the personnel department.
The lady behind the computer was shocked, but she acknowledged it and even printed it out as soon as she got it. Mary waited until everyone was gone before packing and leaving. She left the official car and the key to the official house she never used.
“Mary, are you okay?” It was her mother. The woman knew better than to say too much around her daughter. They barely spoke these days and she just knew things were amiss with the young lady.
“I am fine, Mummy.” She told her starring blankly into the Television in front of her.
“You are not. It has been a week since you last went to work. What is going on?” The woman asked calmly settling next to her and searching her eyes for answers. Her eyes were utterly blank, they said nothing. She was getting scared of what her daughter was becoming. Joshua was in 200 hundred level in the state university. The man was barely at home, but he made it home on some weekends.
“Talk to me, Mary. What is going on?” She asked again. This time, Mary cried. She didn’t want to talk about it, she just wanted to cry.
“I resigned! I resigned!” She yelled out, escorting it with tears. Her mother went mute. She was done giving her daughter the wrong advice, she couldn’t do it anymore. She looked at her, sat up, and sighed.
“Do you still pray?” Her mother asked her to her shock. The woman was a church goer, nothing other than that.
“Don’t ask me that now, don’t!” She told her mother in her shock.
“Mary, I know I have not been a good mother, but here is one thing I discovered, I just never told you about it. Whenever you don’t listen to me but listen to God, you always come out bright. And the failures you’ve had these past months has only told me one thing. You have not been praying as you used to, you have not been listening to God as you used to. Your mental calculations have been your director, not God.” The woman told her.
Mary got up and took a spiral turn before motioning into the house.
“Jesus, forgive me. Forgive me and thank you for sparing her life. I will do my best from now on, I just hope it is not too late.” She prayed silently in the living room, tears stored in her eyes. The few weeks her daughter spent in the hospital had been so scary. She thought she as going to lose her child and so she began to pray and ask God to forgive her. She prayed and prayed until she was sure her daughter was fine and coming back home.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
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