Don’t Mention God To Me

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

There was something I found strange but exciting in my life, when I say things either out of sheer wishes or desire, those things I say comes to pass just the way I said them. And my dreams? They comes to fulfilment with a speed of light.

I had dreamt of a Church member whose husband sent packing, I disclosed the dream to my mom and she said nothing was going to happen because the man in question loved his wife dearly. Well, something happened , because that same evening, the man sent his wife packing and brought in another woman.

I also dreamt a neighbour was going to die, i told mom whom the neighbour was and she shushed me because the man was a kind person. Two days later, he died in his sleep.

The dreams and strange occurrences continued that way and Mom began to look at me as if I was strange being. I found the positive occurrences exciting but the negative ones I found strange until mom began to teach me how to avert or intercept negative occurrences through prayers and positive confessions.

Life was beautiful until the incident the turned my life upside down 4years later.

I had celebrated my 14th birthday and mom made it worthwhile by organizing a party for me.

My friends from school and church were all in attendance. Mom and her friends cooked a very delicious party rice garnished with salad and chicken.

It appeared to me that mom was spending all her life’s savings on this my 14th birthday because mom wasn’t really financially buoyant as she was only managing a small shop in the street.

And She didn’t believe that one should be too extravagant in spending especially when there’s limited resources, and her most quoted words under such situations were, ” modesty in everything is a godly virtue “.

Why the extravagant spending then? I wondered but later waved the thoughts aside and made the most of my special day.

I wrote my junior secondary school external exams popularly called ‘Junior WAEC’ and performed excellently so the school renewed my scholarship.

First term began and I resumed school with my new skirt and blouse for the senior secondary school 1. All my new books were gifts from the school and church mummy bought me brand new school shoes and a beautiful school bag.

I had started seeing my monthly flow and had developed breast a little, i was also becoming more beautiful and attractive. I was liking the beautiful girl I was turning into.

I thought that life would continue that way but I was wrong, because life had a way of dealing innocent people hard blows and I experienced my own very first blow when I returned back from school to the news that mom had been hospitalized.

My mother that I knew had never been to the hospital on health account, I left her this morning looking healthy and sound. What could have happened in my absence? I thought.

I quickly changed into a mufti and followed my Church deaconess who had been waiting for my return from school. She drove us in her old Toyota car so carefully and slowly and I became angry in my spirit at how slow she drove the car.

If only she knew how desperate I wanted to see my mother, she could had speed up the old car. She looked so annoying to me holding the steering and I had to look away from her so I don’t blow hot at her for wasting my time.

My stay in that car was the most boring moment I had that day. Finally we arrived at the hospital and I didn’t wait to jump out of the God forsaken old car.

What? Why was I mad at the car and the woman who was only trying to help anyway?

I asked myself and felt guilty.

“God, please forgive me” I prayed silently and forced a smile at the woman, ” Thank you ma for driving me down here” I greeted her bending my knees. She opened her brown teeth in laughter and patted my back.

“Zion, my dear we thank God” she said with an old Igbotic tone and I swallowed hard then followed her behind into the hospital building as she took the lead.

On entering the hospital ward where my mom was …