LIFE IN VENE-AH KINGDOM (Part 17&18) – OPEYEMI AKINTUNDE

Part 17
LIFE IN VENE-AH KINGDOM
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

“Pastor Mrs George should be sent more money for her and her family’s upkeep…” The missionary administrator said to Sister Gladys, the church accountant….We were in an adhoc committee meeting set up by Reverend Asile to look Into one of the missionary’s continuous request for money. The missionary was the only female missionary we had and it had been surprising to see that her Husband resigned from his well paid job to follow his wife to a far away French country. He said he couldn’t leave his wife to go to a strange land all by herself. Pastor Mrs George left everything and with her family relocated, but the challenge was, she wanted the church to cater for every of their needs.

The church accountant who was my very good friend shared a look with me. I shook my head in the negative, implying she shouldn’t approve any money for Pastor Mrs George.

“ I am sorry, Pastor Clement… I don’t think we should release any more funds for Pst Mrs George. As a missionary we believe the money the Church has sent to her this year is more than enough, even our pastors in Nigeria do not get that kind of money, she should learn to take care of herself… besides her Husband is there with her. At least he is not a pastor, he should work..” I said

“ But, it is the ministry that sent her to the mission field, you can’t compare the standard of living over there to here. Things are mightily expensive. “

“ Pastor, things are mightily expensive here too, but we are surviving… Pastor Mrs George will survive…” I said with the pure intention to help the church save money…

“ Sister Cassy is right, everyone is going through something… She should make do with what we have given her this year” Sister Gladys the accountant said…

“ But what you have given her is exhausted… this is Christmas period, they sure would be needing something extra…” The missionary administrator pushed further…

At that point, I said nothing but my attitude said everything…

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BACK IN VENE-AH

I watched in Horror as that scene of my life played out. I didn’t need any one to condemn me, I knew that was also a minus in my life. I dreaded seeing the consequences of that action but unfortunately for me, it played out on the screen…

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BACK IN REATH IN AN AFRICAN COUNTRY…

I Saw Pastor Mrs George and her Husband in a very small box like mud house.. My first thought was “This definitely was not where they lived”. It was a pathetic sight…

I saw their three kids looking very lean…

Pastor Mrs George sat beside her discouraged husband…

“ Funke, I know I promised to stand by you in your mission ministry, but I don’t think I have the heart for it anymore. The children are falling ill, and I don’t want any of the kids to die. Let me go back to the city with the kids… you can stay behind, let me go work and whatever I make I will send you money to take care of yourself. Don’t bother about the children I will make sure I take care of them….You can visit us from time to time, because I won’t want you to stop ministry because of us”

Pst. Mrs George broke down in tears.

The scene dissolved to reveal the man and the children back in the city. A passage of time was shown on the screen 1345 days…. I saw that Pst Mrs George only came to visit her family twice in a year…

Trouble started showing up in her home in her absence. Most nights, after the children had gone to bed, the man would quietly open the door for another woman. They both went into the room and committed s€xual immorality.

I put my hands over my mouth…

Was this my fault too?

I remembered that back in REATH LAND, Pst. Mrs George’s Husband left her and got married to another woman… Everyone called him names, but I didn’t know it had anything to do with me…

I knew without a doubt, my location in Vene-Ah would be on the street. I probably would hang around Vene-Ah…

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Part 18
LIFE IN VENE-AH KINGDOM
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

Another scene in my life was shown on the screen…

Shortly after my National Youth service, I worked as a teacher in a private school.

I was the class teacher for lower Basic class. Basic 1 to be precise. I was a very good teacher to my student, but my fault in that aspect was revealed to me…

It pierced my heart to know that every little detail was captured…

What was my fault…?

Back in REATH land, I gave more attention in class to those students whose parents paid me to do extra lessons for them… It got to the stage that whenever the students were having exams or test, I will correct my students in the exam hall, while I left other students to their errors. I was very biased…

There was a particular boy in my class, who I felt needed extra help. I reached out to his mother to have her enroll him in the after school lesson I did. The mother refused, saying she couldn’t afford it.

I felt bitter, because I felt she was being selfish, so during tests or exams. I offered no assistance to him even when he made little mistakes…

The child made little silly mistakes like wrong placement in his Alphabets. Ordinarily, like my after school students, I would correct them in the exam hall, but I left Sijibomi and other students to get bad scores…

The screen showed me the effect…

I saw little Sijibomi of 6 years old in his room, talking to himself…

“ God does not like me, that is why I am not smart. God does not like me , that is why Aunty Cassy does not help me during my tests… Aunty Cassy only helps Sharon, Joba, Henry, Favour, but she does not help me..”

Right there I saw the transparent water like Presence of the HolySpirit speaking to Sijibomi…

“ No God loves you…You just need to pray and be calm when solving your maths, don’t always be in a hurry to finish up your work”

“ No, I will punish Aunty Cassy, Sharon and Joba…” Sijibomi said to himself and slept off while playing with one of his toys.

The screen reveals Sijibomi taking sand from home and on getting to school, poured sand into his classmates’ food…. I remembered that day so vividly. Sijibomi was spotted out and disciplined.

The screen again revealed Sijibomi in his room crying. His mother walked into the room shouting at him for being an embarrassment to her…

“ You are not smart and yet you cause me more pain and embarrassment, Sijibomi, What is your problem!” His mother barked at him…

Sijibomi had wept sorely that night till very late when he woke up. In the middle of the night, he went out of the house and ran from home….

I remembered the news had gotten to school that Sijibomi had left home in the middle of the night. Some speculated someone must have entered into the house to take him away… For months, they searched for him endlessly, but the screen was revealing to me , a miscreant saw him on the road crying after he lost his way. The Miscreant picked him up.

The Miscreant took him up as his son, and knowing that a fruit doesn’t fall too far away from it’s tree, Little Sijibomi started smoking at about the age of 8. The screen showed that he became an unruly child.

I covered my face in shame… I was one of those who insulted the mother that she had spoilt her child silly, for him to have the left the house after being chastised after doing something wrong! Little did I know I was the one who planted the seed of rebellion in that child…

I didn’t want to see anymore…Why was I been shown all of this, I remembered it is written in the scripture that “All his transgressions that he hath committed, they shall not be mentioned unto him: in his righteousness that he hath done he shall live.”

“ Yes back in REATH , after God had forgiven you, He wouldn’t mention your sins to you again, rather He focused on your righteous deeds, but here in Vene-Ah, it is Accessment time, where everything will be revealed.” Aunty Gold spoke in her Heart and I could hear it from where I stood.

I knew this was going to be a long one….

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