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Thursday, 5 April 2018

Episode 1

Am Adesewa by name. I was raised by God-fearing parents who were blessed with six girl’s. My parents were deacon and deaconess in a pentecostal church. I happened to be their third
daughter,with three younger ones. I had my HND at Yaba college of technology and was posted to
Kwara state for my youth service.

I had given my life to Christ since my secondary school days,and I used to sing a lot, sometimes I even compose my own song. I joined the church choir when I was just nine years old. After the 3 weeks orientation programme of the NYSC,I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers quarters. On getting to Oyan,I started looking for a pentecostal church where I could be worshipping,and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church,I joined the choir. Fortunately,it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church,and there was nobody to coordinate the members..before I knew it,I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor,Pastor Williams.

I was loved by everybody in the church,especially the
chorister’s,because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a
song,the whole congregation has a way of murmuring
“Huuuuunnnnn!” with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my
Most of the choir members were younger than me,so they call me
“aunty” or “Sister Sewa”.
One of them was Bode,who used to play keyboard for us in the
church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments,there
was no instrument he could not play. I always felt the presence of
God whenever he was on keyboard.
I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed
away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so
much,and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late
mother was the one who came back,more so,according to him,I was
the mama’s carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he
knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde.
My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was
right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was
his favourite.
When my mum noticed I was treating me like the apple of
his eyes,she wasn’t taking things easy with me at all. She spank
me at every slight mistake I made,mostly when my dad wasn’t
at home.

Sometimes she would lament..”you this spoilt brat!. your father has
spoilt you. See,I will make sure I deal with you before maggots start
coming out of your body….”
My two elder sisters too,also made life miserable for me,
especially, the first born,sister Temi. She would never tolerate
any nonsense from me,she took after mummy,but her own was
just took much.
By the time I was serving,sister Temi and sister Tiwa have
married, but I have been tamed already.

Soon,we were on Christmas break. I didn’t want to travel, but my
dad insisted I should come to Lagos.

After the break, I was supposed to return to Oyan in
January, daddy couldn’t give me enough money as he had spent a
lot during the festive season. He expected me to still have some
money in my bank account, he was taken aback when he asked
me how much I had with me and I answered “Nothing sir”.
“You don’t mean it!. What are you using money for?. Are you feeding
more than your mouth?. What did you do with the money I sent to your
account last month?….Hun?.Tell me …Mummy and sis Temi heard him as he was talking to me in

Sis Temi came with her husband and daughter to visit our
parents. She was busy chatting with mum when they heard
daddy raising his voice.

The moment she heard that dad was sending money to me, she said
“Da-dd-y!.So you’ve been sending money to Sewa every

I was the first person to go for youth service in this house, I
remember if I didn’t ask you for money, you wouldn’t give me, and I
would have to give you the details of what I needed the money
for, before you would give it.” “And you (turning to me) what are you spending money on?.Have you
bought a plot of land?.Oh! want to build a house in Oyan?.Is
that not so?”.

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