Damilola Babs

Inspired by the Holy Spirit

Written by Damilola Babs

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Two weeks had passed and Mary wanted to desperately see Andrew. She was sorry and it was high time she said so. She felt guilty each time she remembered that his blood was flowing through her veins and yes, her mother was right. She had dug her head into too much work that she forgot the essence of her prayers and study life. She wasn’t meditating.

“I want to see him.” She told Helen, who was sitting right next to her.

“I do not understand. Who do you want to see?”

“Andrew.”

“See, that man has not been here since he left. I am not sure he wants to see you.” She told carelessly.

“I want to see him!” She yelled this time. Anger was slowly creeping back to her life. She knew it was out of the frustration of having to do all the thinking without Jesus in it. That life was stressful and it was already getting to her.

“Okay, okay…” Hellen agreed raising her hands up in surrender. “You will be discharged tomorrow, you can go from here.” She told her to get her off her back.

“Okay.” She answered calmly.

“Mary, you need to take this time really to go back to praying.” Helen started. “You are one of the biggest reasons Paul and I decided to stop what we used to do and live for Christ. I love you babe, but you are slowly sinking into too much anger.” She told her and resumed what she was doing. Reading a book. Helen never read, she didn’t take life that seriously. Was she the only one now left behind? She kept thinking. Mary managed to pray, she felt too weak, but she needed it at this point.

“Thank you Lord for sparing my life twice. Forgive me for being too proud and not praying, send your Holy Spirit to help me because I can’t help myself. I need my relationship back with you, help me.” She prayed silently and cried. It was all she could muster, but she prayed from her heart and was sure God had heard her.

The next day, once Mary was discharged, they ordered an Uber and headed straight to Andrew’s house where she had lived for months. She wasn’t sure he still lived there, but she was going to try her best anyways.

Once she knocked on the door, Alicia’s voice came up. She had read the news of the young lady giving up hip hop for a normal life in the gospel field. She has adopted her normal name again, Alicia Boluwaduro. Mary knew it was the Andrew effect, but wondered why it took so long, plus, he had said he grew up a lone child. Well, he wasn’t wrong. She had heard on the news that Alicia was been adopted by a different family. At eighteen, she left home, disowned her adopted parents to do hip hop. To help them forget they ever adopted a child that hurt them, the two never tried searching for her, they just stayed away as much as they could not until Andrew arrived their door step to look for her.

From Ondo Nigeria, Andrew’s father had moved his family to the USA while it was just him and his wife. After four children the two died in an automobile crash, leaving the children in the care of the American government. It was the beginning of their disaster.

Luckily for him, he was adopted by a Nigerian whose son was his best friend in school, but things didn’t go down well for too long. Andrew returned to Nigeria when he was twenty-five, and learned the robes of business on the busy streets of Lagos while staying with chief Anthony’s relative. That was smooth enough.

The door soon opened to their faces. Mary sighted her man from afar, his back was turned to them, he was wearing a headset and had his head dug in some paper works.

“Can I come in? I promise not to cause any more damages.” She told the woman who simply nodded and let them in.

Helen sat down quickly. The house was so comfy. Mary walked straight to where Andrew was and touched his shoulder calmly. The man turned like he had just gotten out of a trance.

“Mary.” He called gently, removing the headset from his ears. It was the most gentle way he had ever called her and his voice was just still as perfect as ever. “What are you doing here?” He asked her rising to his feet, his full figure overshadowing hers, but it wasn’t intimidating, she was used to it. He wasn’t a very big guy, he was bigger than her.

“Andrew Boluwaduro, I am sorry. Your arrival into my life was everything and losing you was my greatest mistake. I can never forget a man like you. You have loved me so genuinely that I wonder what your heart is made of. I am so damaged, yet you are still here. I am sorry for everything I put you through, forgive me, Drew.” She finally told him.

“I am sorry, I cannot do this. I am sorry I can’t. It’s late, Mary.” He told her and attempted to go in and then there came the next knock on the door. Alicia went for the door, this time, it was her mother. The woman was with her son. She saw her daughter sobbing but didn’t even ask her anything, she just walked up to Andrew. She was going to kneel, but Andrew caught her halfway.

“Please, don’t do that.” He pleaded.

“Can you please, forgive us? Forgive my daughter, forgive me, forgive us, please. If this is the last thing I do before death comes for me, please…” she cried as she spoke. Andrew could not let her continue. He started talking too.

“I have forgiven her. It’s okay, please. I loved your daughter and I still love her, but…” He left the woman’s side and walked up to Mary.

“You tried killing yourself and didn’t even think about me?” he told her and smiled.

Mary hugged him quickly. Her soaked face stained his shirt immediately. She wasn’t going to let go, but he also wasn’t going to let her go, he wanted her to stay with him. Helen looked away from them once she saw his own tears flow. She felt extremely uncomfortable, but it was obvious, that none of the pair cared about her or the older woman and her son. Alicia just stood by the door and smiled.

“I wish you stayed, Mary and I wish you can stay now. I want you, I want you so badly that the mere thought of you being away hurts me. I loved you from that night I saw you and irrespective of what has happened, I still love you.”

“No, no, I am not good for you, Andrew. I am defiled and…and…”

“Nobody gets an automatic slot to marry a virgin just because they are one. The choice of whom to spend forever with has nothing to do with being defiled or being whole if God is involved. I love you, God approves of us and that is all that matters. Will you become the mother of my children or…”

“Yes, I will.” She said too quickly.

Alicia’s tears began to drop. She knew her brother needed the woman he was holding to be sane. He had not been himself since the incident started. She was glad he was reunited with the woman he loved. Just the same way they had become reunited on his last trip to Colorado. She quietly prayed that they find their other sisters and live happily.

“Thank you, Andrew. Thank you!” Mary kept telling him as she cried.

“No, thank you, baby, for saying yes. I love you now and I will always love you no matter the odds.” He finally told. knowing they were going to spend forever together and there was no letting go.

THE END

Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
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