T-H-E W-E-B (EPISODE 1)
I am the only surviving child of my mother. Her children were always dying at birth or as toddlers. I was named Remilekun just because she had gone through so many cry and agony over the death of five children.
My father had three wives and my mother was the last wife. It was believed that my mother's predicament was from her husband's wives so when I was a year old, she packed her things and took to her heels, taking me along with her. She went to rent a room from the money she had saved and we were struggling for life.
I became the apple of my mother's eyes. I was everything she had. She would do any kind of job to make sure I eat. In fact she could lay her life for mine.
My Mum was determined to see me succeed in life. We did everything we could to make sure I had education. We fought together to for me to get a University certificate and I did.
While in the University, I met Wuraola, the lady I loved so much. Our love for each other was strong and past finding. We were two love birds and people marvel at the kind of affection that existed between us.
After my graduation from the University, Wura was in her final year, we decided to visit our parents. I took Wura to my mum and she welcomed her warmly. Everything was fine as they both got talking but I suddenly noticed a coldness in my mother's attitude. She seemed not to be interested with talking with Wura anymore. She could not hide her disapproval in our relationship even in Wura's presence.
I saw Wura off and on getting back home, I asked my mum why she behaved the way she did and what I heard was
"Remilekun, you have not found a wife"
"What! M...m....ma....mami....what....what did you just say" I stammered.
"You heard me right son, I will not accept her as my daughter-in-law, so go and look out for your own wife." She said with shaky voice.
"maami.....I love Wuraola so much and she loves me much more......she is a good girl, she comes from a good home, well trained, well mannered.....she is a lady any mother would pray to have as her daughter-in-law......Maami, give her some time and I'm sure you would love her..... " I said calmly.
"Oluwaremilekun.....if I was the one that carried you inside of me for nine months....if I was the one poured blood on you, if I fed you with these my two breasts.....if I suffered so much to make sure you become somebody in life, you will not marry that girl." She said sternly.
Whenever my mother talked to that level, I already knew nothing can make her change her mind. A hot tear rolled down my eye. I almost gave up but I was ready to fight for my love for Wuraola, I couldn't think of what to do.
The next day, I went to see Wura to relate the ugly news to her. She was the first to talk about my mother's attitude.
"Oluwaremilekun, I noticed your mum does not like me"
"Wuraolami, my Mum did not approve of our coming together as husband and wife" I tried to hide my tears.
She was broken, I could see that glaringly. She knew the kind of relationship that existed between my mother and I, and I had always told her she's all I got and I would do anything to please her all my life.
"But why? Did I do anything wrong, I greeted her on my two knees.....didn't I comport myself as a well trained girl enough? Was I rude to her? Why would she say that when she is yet to know who I am?" She burst into tears.
"I don't know myself....she didn't give me any reason.....all I knew was that she is so determined to see us go our separate ways." I tried to be man and not cry.
"So, it is over between us, right? Wura asked amidst tears.
"I've come here for us to think of what to do.... I can't just let it go like that....I have to fight for you Wura....." I told her.
"Don't you have anyone that can speak to her on your behalf?"
"I've thought about that too.....she has a brother that she respects very well, I just hope she would listen to him.....Wurami, you don't have to worry, I believe she will succom
succomb" I managed to convince her.
I went to my mother's brother and he came to our house to plead with my mother on our behalf. Without my mum giving any reason, she was bent on separating us. She would not listen to any plea whatsoever. At a point, she was talking amidst tears, saying she would never see us get married.
At that point, I told myself there was no more hope. I just had to forget about Wuraola for the sake of my mother. We had to go our separate ways but I knew it would be so difficult for Wura to absorb. We had played love together severally and there had been a soul tie between us.
[T-H-E W-E-B (EPISODE 2)
In the course of struggling to win my mother's heart to accept Wura, I was posted to Kano for my youth service. Distance weakened my struggles.
After trying all I could to make my mother change her mind, but failed, I gave up. Myself and Wura were no longer talking since we couldn't even get to see.
When I came back from service, I heard a shocking story about Wura. She had gotten married six months after I was posted for NYSC. What was more shocking was that she got married to one of her lecturers who had eyes on her and we both used to make jest of him together. My problem with Wura getting married to him was the fact that this man already had a wife.
"Why would Wuraola rush into marriage with a man who already has a wife? Why would she enter into a polygamy after all I told her all what my mother and I faced in a polygamous home?" I wondered. My heart cried for her.
To say Wuraola was beautiful is not enough to quantify her. She was extremely beautiful, fair with a perfect stature. Why she rushed to marry that kind of man, I couldn't figure out.
I got a job in Lagos State and I took my mother with me to start a new life, putting my past behind me. I was doing well financially and I met a woman I love. I got married to Oluwasola and we started having kids.
It was on a hot afternoon, the traffic on the express road was much and I decided to maneuver my way to make my journey faster so I entered a street. As I was driving from one street to the other, I saw a figure that looked familiar and I fixed my eyes on her. Moving close, I couldn't believe my eyes, it was Wuraola. She looked fairer than she was. She was dressed like a street lady. She looked attractive to me though.
"What is she doing here? How did she get here? Am I dreaming?" She was the least person I ever expected to see on that very day.
I pressed the car horn to call her attention. She was so excited to see me.
"Ehn! Who am I seeing? Oluwaremilekun....." She exclaimed and jumped inside the car.
We were both short of words. It wasn't a time to start shifting blames. We both had to accept the fate of us not made to live together.
"What are you doing here?" I managed say.
"I now live around here." she told me.
"You now live in Lagos? But I was told you got married to Mr. Komolafe, so why.... I mean.....how....." I said in confusion.
"It's a long story Remi....." She said with sad countenance.
"Okay, I'm actually in a hurry right now but we can get to talk better later" We exchanged contacts and I promised to get in touch with her.
When I got home, I couldn't get the thought of Wuraola out of my mind. I was curious about her. I wanted to know how she was doing. I wanted to know about her marriage. My affection towards her was still fresh. My heart yearned and longed for her.
I picked up my phone and dialed her line and we fixed a time to hook up. We were to meet in a restaurant close to her place.
So on Saturday, she was already waiting for me at the restaurant. What I saw was appealing to my eyes. She looked attractive or maybe seductive, I could see her cleavage in her sleeveless yellow top which was worn on a tight-fitting black pants.
"Oluwaremilekuntemi" She called out just the way she used to call me back then when we were still love birds. My heart drifted. I missed hearing that from her sonorous voice.
"Wuraola" I called out under my breath. She gave me a long, hearty hug.
"I missed you so much" She whispered into my ears in a way that moved my heart.
We both had our seats and we stared into each others eyes for few seconds. Thousands of thoughts ran through my heart and I could see thoughts running through her mind too.
"I was surprised when I heard you got married to Mr. Komolafe barely six months to our separation. What hailed you? Why the hurry? What pushed you into marrying a marriage man? I queried.
I could see tears gathering in her eyes. I was moved to tears hearing her story.
[10: T-H-E W-E-B (EPISODE 3)
I could see tears gathering in her eyes. I was moved to tears hearing her story.
"I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, I was devastated and bitter.....I felt like committing suicide..... then Komolafe surfaced. I needed succor, I needed a shoulder to lean on.....he professed he loves me, he promised to make me happy for the rest of my life..... I gave in. You can blame me for giving in to a married man but I needed someone in my life.....Six months later, he paid my bride price and took me to his wife.....his wife was so wicked and hostile to me that I had to move out of the house.....He got me another apartment and that time, I was three months pregnant.....when I gave birth to my baby, the day of the naming ceremony was the last time Komolafe gave me attention.....he did nothing to support the child.....he abandoned us.... I knew something was fishy but I could do nothing..... When I could not bear the pains anymore, I took the child to my parents to help me raise so I could start my life afresh.....my struggle for life brought me to Lagos..... " Her eyes welled up with tears.
I blamed my mother and myself for making Wuraola go through all that agony. I pitied her so much. I wished my mother had allowed me to marry her.
"So what are you doing now" I asked with a cracked voice.
"I'm managing in a small company company in Ikeja."
She told me she has not remarried since then and she gave me her home address. I promised to pay her a visit. I felt I had to make it up to her for all she had gone through.
Fortunately or unfortunately, her house is just on the route of my place of work. I started paying her visits. You guessed right, we started having an affair. I preferred being with her to being with my family. I enjoyed making love to her than to my own wife. After work, I would branch at her house and stay till late evening only to get home very late and reject my wife's food and sleep like a log of wood.
My wife needed no soothsayer to tell her I was having an affair, it was obvious and I cared less.
One thing I appreciate in my wife during this period was that she never for once nagged with me. She was very patient with me and even became more committed to me. She would cry, begging me to stop the affair with a strange woman but all her pleadings fell on deaf ears.
I was a Christian by birth when I met my wife and I was a church goer but I never met Christ. My wife was better off but she wasn't so committed to God.
My wife felt a crack in the wall of her home and she rose up to the challenge. She became so committed to God. She would wake up in the middle of the night and pray for her home for hours. She would pray for me to see the light of Christ and I would mock her in my heart.
I left my office on a Friday and headed to Wuraola's place. She had persuaded me to spend the whole weekend with her and I had promised her that.
We had dinner together and headed for the room to have a nice time. I entered the bathroom to shower while she was waiting for me in bed. While I was having my bath, I heard a strange voice speaking to me glaringly
"If you do it, your corpse will be carried out of this place"
We had dinner together and headed for the room to have a nice time. I entered the bathroom to shower while she was waiting for me in bed. While I was having my bath, I heard a strange voice speaking to me glaringly
"If you do it, your corpse will be carried out of this place"
I looked around and saw no one. I could hear my heart beating so fast and loud, it was as if my heart was going to pop out of my chest. I hurried back to the room, quickly grabbed my dress to put it on.
"Honey, what happened, what are you doing"? Wura asked confusingly.
"I.....I have to leave now..... I just have have to leave now" I said pulling up my trouser.
"Ah ah! I don't understand this, why the sudden change, is anything the matter"? She asked.
I ignored her questions, picked up all my belongings.
"Wura, if God says we will meet again, we will" I said and hurried out of the house. I don't know how I drove my car home, I just found myself lying beside my wife, who was praying earnestly in the room. I held her hand and we both cried together.
"I'm sorry..... I was caught in the web.....please forgive me......" I cried.
"I've forgiven you.....I've forgiven you with all my heart." She cried.
We prayed together that evening. The next Sunday, we went to church together with the kids and I submitted my life to Christ.
I later realized all what I lost while in the web of a strange woman. I lost my peace, I lost money, I didn't know how I was spending, it was like my salary was just disappearing. My life was empty.
With the help of my wife, I started growing in the Word of God. I attended Bible schools and I became a preacher of the Word.
It was later that my mother made me to understand the reason why she declined my marriage with Wura. She is from the same village where one of her husband's wife, who was wicked and fetish, came from so she had vowed not to have anything to do with anyone from that same village again.
Having said my story, I want to address some issues.
Parents, don't be sentimental about the town your children are choosing their spouses from. Your duty is to train them in the way of Christ. The greatest legacy Parents can give to their children is to show them Christ. Let them have personal relationship with God and always pray for them that God will choose the right partner for them. When they are rooted in Christ, they will never marry wrong.
To the singles, seek God before seeking a partner. Know God and know His purpose for your life. Rely on Him for everything and let Him direct your path. If you don't know your God, mistake is inevitable.
To husbands, an adulterous man is a walking corpse. An adulterous man has broken the edge of protection surrounding him so he is open to satanic assault anytime and will never have peace. If you enter into the web of a strange woman, you are finished. Repent Now!
To the wives, you are a wall of protection of your home, the power house of the family. You can't afford to be spiritually slack and weak. Be sensitive to any crack in the wall of your home. Be meek, settle every challenges on your knees. Pray for your marriage, fight for your home. If your husband is in the web of a stranger, don't relent, persist in prayer, PUSH the stranger out of your home.
Pray Until Something Happens. PUSH
I say PUSH!!!!!!
I am the only surviving child of my mother. Her children were always dying at birth or as toddlers. I was named Remilekun just because she had gone through so many cry and agony over the death of five children.
My father had three wives and my mother was the last wife. It was believed that my mother's predicament was from her husband's wives so when I was a year old, she packed her things and took to her heels, taking me along with her. She went to rent a room from the money she had saved and we were struggling for life.
I became the apple of my mother's eyes. I was everything she had. She would do any kind of job to make sure I eat. In fact she could lay her life for mine.
My Mum was determined to see me succeed in life. We did everything we could to make sure I had education. We fought together to for me to get a University certificate and I did.
While in the University, I met Wuraola, the lady I loved so much. Our love for each other was strong and past finding. We were two love birds and people marvel at the kind of affection that existed between us.
After my graduation from the University, Wura was in her final year, we decided to visit our parents. I took Wura to my mum and she welcomed her warmly. Everything was fine as they both got talking but I suddenly noticed a coldness in my mother's attitude. She seemed not to be interested with talking with Wura anymore. She could not hide her disapproval in our relationship even in Wura's presence.
I saw Wura off and on getting back home, I asked my mum why she behaved the way she did and what I heard was
"Remilekun, you have not found a wife"
"What! M...m....ma....mami....what....what did you just say" I stammered.
"You heard me right son, I will not accept her as my daughter-in-law, so go and look out for your own wife." She said with shaky voice.
"maami.....I love Wuraola so much and she loves me much more......she is a good girl, she comes from a good home, well trained, well mannered.....she is a lady any mother would pray to have as her daughter-in-law......Maami, give her some time and I'm sure you would love her..... " I said calmly.
"Oluwaremilekun.....if I was the one that carried you inside of me for nine months....if I was the one poured blood on you, if I fed you with these my two breasts.....if I suffered so much to make sure you become somebody in life, you will not marry that girl." She said sternly.
Whenever my mother talked to that level, I already knew nothing can make her change her mind. A hot tear rolled down my eye. I almost gave up but I was ready to fight for my love for Wuraola, I couldn't think of what to do.
The next day, I went to see Wura to relate the ugly news to her. She was the first to talk about my mother's attitude.
"Oluwaremilekun, I noticed your mum does not like me"
"Wuraolami, my Mum did not approve of our coming together as husband and wife" I tried to hide my tears.
She was broken, I could see that glaringly. She knew the kind of relationship that existed between my mother and I, and I had always told her she's all I got and I would do anything to please her all my life.
"But why? Did I do anything wrong, I greeted her on my two knees.....didn't I comport myself as a well trained girl enough? Was I rude to her? Why would she say that when she is yet to know who I am?" She burst into tears.
"I don't know myself....she didn't give me any reason.....all I knew was that she is so determined to see us go our separate ways." I tried to be man and not cry.
"So, it is over between us, right? Wura asked amidst tears.
"I've come here for us to think of what to do.... I can't just let it go like that....I have to fight for you Wura....." I told her.
"Don't you have anyone that can speak to her on your behalf?"
"I've thought about that too.....she has a brother that she respects very well, I just hope she would listen to him.....Wurami, you don't have to worry, I believe she will succom
succomb" I managed to convince her.
I went to my mother's brother and he came to our house to plead with my mother on our behalf. Without my mum giving any reason, she was bent on separating us. She would not listen to any plea whatsoever. At a point, she was talking amidst tears, saying she would never see us get married.
At that point, I told myself there was no more hope. I just had to forget about Wuraola for the sake of my mother. We had to go our separate ways but I knew it would be so difficult for Wura to absorb. We had played love together severally and there had been a soul tie between us.
[T-H-E W-E-B (EPISODE 2)
In the course of struggling to win my mother's heart to accept Wura, I was posted to Kano for my youth service. Distance weakened my struggles.
After trying all I could to make my mother change her mind, but failed, I gave up. Myself and Wura were no longer talking since we couldn't even get to see.
When I came back from service, I heard a shocking story about Wura. She had gotten married six months after I was posted for NYSC. What was more shocking was that she got married to one of her lecturers who had eyes on her and we both used to make jest of him together. My problem with Wura getting married to him was the fact that this man already had a wife.
"Why would Wuraola rush into marriage with a man who already has a wife? Why would she enter into a polygamy after all I told her all what my mother and I faced in a polygamous home?" I wondered. My heart cried for her.
To say Wuraola was beautiful is not enough to quantify her. She was extremely beautiful, fair with a perfect stature. Why she rushed to marry that kind of man, I couldn't figure out.
I got a job in Lagos State and I took my mother with me to start a new life, putting my past behind me. I was doing well financially and I met a woman I love. I got married to Oluwasola and we started having kids.
It was on a hot afternoon, the traffic on the express road was much and I decided to maneuver my way to make my journey faster so I entered a street. As I was driving from one street to the other, I saw a figure that looked familiar and I fixed my eyes on her. Moving close, I couldn't believe my eyes, it was Wuraola. She looked fairer than she was. She was dressed like a street lady. She looked attractive to me though.
"What is she doing here? How did she get here? Am I dreaming?" She was the least person I ever expected to see on that very day.
I pressed the car horn to call her attention. She was so excited to see me.
"Ehn! Who am I seeing? Oluwaremilekun....." She exclaimed and jumped inside the car.
We were both short of words. It wasn't a time to start shifting blames. We both had to accept the fate of us not made to live together.
"What are you doing here?" I managed say.
"I now live around here." she told me.
"You now live in Lagos? But I was told you got married to Mr. Komolafe, so why.... I mean.....how....." I said in confusion.
"It's a long story Remi....." She said with sad countenance.
"Okay, I'm actually in a hurry right now but we can get to talk better later" We exchanged contacts and I promised to get in touch with her.
When I got home, I couldn't get the thought of Wuraola out of my mind. I was curious about her. I wanted to know how she was doing. I wanted to know about her marriage. My affection towards her was still fresh. My heart yearned and longed for her.
I picked up my phone and dialed her line and we fixed a time to hook up. We were to meet in a restaurant close to her place.
So on Saturday, she was already waiting for me at the restaurant. What I saw was appealing to my eyes. She looked attractive or maybe seductive, I could see her cleavage in her sleeveless yellow top which was worn on a tight-fitting black pants.
"Oluwaremilekuntemi" She called out just the way she used to call me back then when we were still love birds. My heart drifted. I missed hearing that from her sonorous voice.
"Wuraola" I called out under my breath. She gave me a long, hearty hug.
"I missed you so much" She whispered into my ears in a way that moved my heart.
We both had our seats and we stared into each others eyes for few seconds. Thousands of thoughts ran through my heart and I could see thoughts running through her mind too.
"I was surprised when I heard you got married to Mr. Komolafe barely six months to our separation. What hailed you? Why the hurry? What pushed you into marrying a marriage man? I queried.
I could see tears gathering in her eyes. I was moved to tears hearing her story.
[10: T-H-E W-E-B (EPISODE 3)
I could see tears gathering in her eyes. I was moved to tears hearing her story.
"I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, I was devastated and bitter.....I felt like committing suicide..... then Komolafe surfaced. I needed succor, I needed a shoulder to lean on.....he professed he loves me, he promised to make me happy for the rest of my life..... I gave in. You can blame me for giving in to a married man but I needed someone in my life.....Six months later, he paid my bride price and took me to his wife.....his wife was so wicked and hostile to me that I had to move out of the house.....He got me another apartment and that time, I was three months pregnant.....when I gave birth to my baby, the day of the naming ceremony was the last time Komolafe gave me attention.....he did nothing to support the child.....he abandoned us.... I knew something was fishy but I could do nothing..... When I could not bear the pains anymore, I took the child to my parents to help me raise so I could start my life afresh.....my struggle for life brought me to Lagos..... " Her eyes welled up with tears.
I blamed my mother and myself for making Wuraola go through all that agony. I pitied her so much. I wished my mother had allowed me to marry her.
"So what are you doing now" I asked with a cracked voice.
"I'm managing in a small company company in Ikeja."
She told me she has not remarried since then and she gave me her home address. I promised to pay her a visit. I felt I had to make it up to her for all she had gone through.
Fortunately or unfortunately, her house is just on the route of my place of work. I started paying her visits. You guessed right, we started having an affair. I preferred being with her to being with my family. I enjoyed making love to her than to my own wife. After work, I would branch at her house and stay till late evening only to get home very late and reject my wife's food and sleep like a log of wood.
My wife needed no soothsayer to tell her I was having an affair, it was obvious and I cared less.
One thing I appreciate in my wife during this period was that she never for once nagged with me. She was very patient with me and even became more committed to me. She would cry, begging me to stop the affair with a strange woman but all her pleadings fell on deaf ears.
I was a Christian by birth when I met my wife and I was a church goer but I never met Christ. My wife was better off but she wasn't so committed to God.
My wife felt a crack in the wall of her home and she rose up to the challenge. She became so committed to God. She would wake up in the middle of the night and pray for her home for hours. She would pray for me to see the light of Christ and I would mock her in my heart.
I left my office on a Friday and headed to Wuraola's place. She had persuaded me to spend the whole weekend with her and I had promised her that.
We had dinner together and headed for the room to have a nice time. I entered the bathroom to shower while she was waiting for me in bed. While I was having my bath, I heard a strange voice speaking to me glaringly
"If you do it, your corpse will be carried out of this place"
We had dinner together and headed for the room to have a nice time. I entered the bathroom to shower while she was waiting for me in bed. While I was having my bath, I heard a strange voice speaking to me glaringly
"If you do it, your corpse will be carried out of this place"
I looked around and saw no one. I could hear my heart beating so fast and loud, it was as if my heart was going to pop out of my chest. I hurried back to the room, quickly grabbed my dress to put it on.
"Honey, what happened, what are you doing"? Wura asked confusingly.
"I.....I have to leave now..... I just have have to leave now" I said pulling up my trouser.
"Ah ah! I don't understand this, why the sudden change, is anything the matter"? She asked.
I ignored her questions, picked up all my belongings.
"Wura, if God says we will meet again, we will" I said and hurried out of the house. I don't know how I drove my car home, I just found myself lying beside my wife, who was praying earnestly in the room. I held her hand and we both cried together.
"I'm sorry..... I was caught in the web.....please forgive me......" I cried.
"I've forgiven you.....I've forgiven you with all my heart." She cried.
We prayed together that evening. The next Sunday, we went to church together with the kids and I submitted my life to Christ.
I later realized all what I lost while in the web of a strange woman. I lost my peace, I lost money, I didn't know how I was spending, it was like my salary was just disappearing. My life was empty.
With the help of my wife, I started growing in the Word of God. I attended Bible schools and I became a preacher of the Word.
It was later that my mother made me to understand the reason why she declined my marriage with Wura. She is from the same village where one of her husband's wife, who was wicked and fetish, came from so she had vowed not to have anything to do with anyone from that same village again.
Having said my story, I want to address some issues.
Parents, don't be sentimental about the town your children are choosing their spouses from. Your duty is to train them in the way of Christ. The greatest legacy Parents can give to their children is to show them Christ. Let them have personal relationship with God and always pray for them that God will choose the right partner for them. When they are rooted in Christ, they will never marry wrong.
To the singles, seek God before seeking a partner. Know God and know His purpose for your life. Rely on Him for everything and let Him direct your path. If you don't know your God, mistake is inevitable.
To husbands, an adulterous man is a walking corpse. An adulterous man has broken the edge of protection surrounding him so he is open to satanic assault anytime and will never have peace. If you enter into the web of a strange woman, you are finished. Repent Now!
To the wives, you are a wall of protection of your home, the power house of the family. You can't afford to be spiritually slack and weak. Be sensitive to any crack in the wall of your home. Be meek, settle every challenges on your knees. Pray for your marriage, fight for your home. If your husband is in the web of a stranger, don't relent, persist in prayer, PUSH the stranger out of your home.
Pray Until Something Happens. PUSH
I say PUSH!!!!!!
