The Bath

A New Life.

PASTOR OSAIGEWU'S POV

I even thought Nathaniel would be so glad seeing that there would be no one any longer to keep dragging him to make heaven but he looked very sad during our departure, I even felt pity for him, but who can trust this children this days. They could lie down inside the mud, hug transformer and even n***d themselves just to prove their innocence when they are lying. What more can I do?. I have done my best in training him, he has to do his own part by training himself. Everyone has his/ her own life to live as all this youths usually say, so since I have lived mine to letter W and he is just in his D or E he can help himself. He had seen how happy I am with godliness, and how much profitable it is, so he is left alone to choose his own path. I am no longer there to chasten him on everything. He should know he is now a big boy. My work for God is first above family because my family is part of my work/ service to God.

PASTOR MRS's POV

Daddy Osaboyeng does not even look bothered about everything that is happening, he looks so comfortable with the pain of losing a child. We could have just asked him to come with us, what is admission that he cannot get another year, sha he should be able to live alone and take care of himself.

Hey oh, he cannot even cook, how will he cope now. At least he can wash, he would just have to buy food from outside since he's lectures always end late and he doesn't have enough time for himself. I have advised him to stop attending our Church members trying to tarnish his father's image with any little thing he does. A school's fellowship would do. I have to stop thinking. Let me have a flash back on our last talk together when I called him to my room.

He answered at the second call with tears filled in his eyes.I told him sorry and he should just take everything easy. I had tears swelling in my face also but I had to act brave as I hugged him and promised we would have videos calls daily so he would not have to miss us. And he should always remember the child of whom he was. He said he would miss me a lot and I just nodded after gettting the signal of his father that we should leave already.

Turning back and seeing him take his own baggage to the hostel reopened my wounds. I felt like my only child has just become homeless. I feel better now sha. I will be praying for him especially that when next I see him, I will be happy and he would have been a big boy and intelligent doctor if he doesn't rush home every semester.

Back in Enugu

Ibrahim's POV

Bro, it's okay na, I also came from a far place even more than yours and though I missed them too like you, it took me only a week to get over it all. Be a man not the boy you truly are were all the advice I was giving to Nathaniel. I continued telling him he did not look handsome with his face frowned and I decided to make him get over his grief by saying he had lots of provisions and it would sustain us for a long time. He suddenly became annoyed so I just let him be.

Nathaniel's POV

The last statement of Ibrahim almost made me to hit him hard on the face. How would he think about food when it feels like I just lost my parents, what if there is a crisis over there against Christians, what if they are killed just exactly how one of the former pastor there was maimed beyond recognition. Above all, what if I break losse and become a bad child, all this what its made me tremble. I had always been a good child not because I was a Christian and I had a lot of spiritual knowledge about the Bible, but because all my aim in life is to please my father, the great man of God. I was just filled up wugj Bible stories yet I knew not how to interpret them in life situations. If I am given just 5k to hand over my friend over to cultist, I go do am sharp sharp no waiting.

I laughed slightly at that thought and Ibrahim interrupted my thoughts asking is anything was the problem. He was surprised and the look on his face made me laugh harder, he has even started to think I was pretending all the while and I just eyed him saying a maybe. I made my bed and hoped to get some sleep. In my dream, I saw myself having an inter course with Stephanie and I was feeling all wet and horny when I woke up. No this is a bad sign I muttered before praying for a minute asking Jesus to protect me from the babe.

Checking the time I discovered that it was past 7am and my parents had called twice at 6. Hehe God, another bad sign. Since it was Sunday morning I knew they would be in Church already so I decided to message Mommy pastor telling her I missed her call and It was because I was charging it when I left to fetch water. I assured her that I was on my way to the campus fellowship already, happy Sunday. I just felt I had no other choice but to lie.