The next time I opened my eyes, I was on a hospital bed
with all sorts of things passed through my body. I tried to get up but felt
light-headed. There was a nurse standing on my right hand side, I could hear
her calling for a doctor.
When I finally came round, I realized Deola was in the
room as well…she said Captain called her. I asked where he was
but was told he had left not too long ago but promised to be back shortly.
I kept asking the doctor when I could leave. It was
Saturday evening and I had an exam to write on Monday…I wasn’t going to miss
that…that would result in an extra year.
The doctor told me to rest some more and he would talk
to me when Captain returned.
Deola was curious to know what happened which suggested
that Captain didn’t tell her much. Why hide from someone that would wash your
corpse…so I told her everything.
“This one pass
me oI would advise treading with caution…especially since the wife knows about you.
It’s just a matter of time before she knows who you are and you don’t want her coming at you with all that she has.
Just get better and
we’ll think of what to do once you are out of here”
Deola stayed with me until Captain returned…he came with
the maid and they brought me a homemade meal. He stood by my bed and was
running his fingers through my hair while holding my right hand. I couldn’t
look at him…the fear of his wife was stronger than the love I felt for him.
Deola left shortly after…
When the doctor finally talked
to me, he said I had somehow put the pregnancy through a lot of stress and my
blood pressure was off the charts when I was rushed in.
They had to do a Dilation and Evacuation to save me
because I was bleeding like no man's business. He said he was sorry about the baby but glad that I
pulled through.
He wanted to watch me for another 24 hours and I could
leave the following day…he advised me to continue resting, even after leaving
the hospital and that I should not worry if I experienced cramps, irregular
bleeding and spotting for a couple of weeks and emotional reactions as these
were part of normal recovery after the procedure.
I didn’t say anything but I cried…I cried a lot. At a
point, Captain cried with me…he was holding and petting me, promising that
everything would be alright.
He let me know that he found the mole in his house…the
person that was giving his wife information about us. It was the gardener and
was already being dealt with appropriately.
Apparently; Captain’s wife used him to keep a tab on
Captain’s activities and used to call him while she was abroad.
So Captain’s wife knew when our relationship started
and must have thought it was just a
fling but when it seemed to be getting serious, she decided to come back home and set things straight. It
was also the gardener that told Captain’s wife I was there that night which
made her show up.
Captain wanted to stay with me for the night but I
begged him to let me be, as I needed to be by myself…I insisted, so he left and
promised to be back in the morning. However, he let the maid stay…in case I
needed anything. Not long after he left, I called my mum and sister to tell them I had missed them and wanted to hear their voices...they could tell something was wrong with me. Sister Grace asked if she could come see me the next day, I declined and promised to be home immediately after my exams. Listening to myself, I knew I sounded really weak but I had to talk to them…I needed to feel some real, unconditional love.
I cried for the most part of the night and I was in so
much pain…the analgesic drug wore off quickly but the nurses said I couldn’t
take more than the recommended dosage.
I could hear the maid snoring off on the other bed in
the room. Out of having nothing to do, I turned the TV on and was browsing through channels…I saw a man preaching and the topic displayed on the screen caught my attention “God’s unconditional and encompassing love”. The text was Ephesians 3:18 (I can never forget it “And I pray that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to comprehend the length and width and height and depth of His love"). There was a Bible under the pillow at the hospital, I reached for it and followed along.
The man went ahead to explain the different dimensions
of God’s love and how we didn’t need to do anything to qualify for it. How it’s
freely given to all that would accept it.
How it’s wide enough to accommodate us…regardless of
what we’ve done, even when we can’t love ourselves. How it’s deep enough to
reach down and pick us up from inside our mess. The man then told his personal story
and how God saved him when everyone else had turned their backs on him…even his
family.
He also quoted Isaiah 1:18 “Come now, let us settle the
matter," says the LORD. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they
shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like
wool”
The message resonated with me so much…then out of the
blue, the Pastor said there was someone watching him from a hospital bed and
had just lost a pregnancy. That God was ready to forgive the person for the
things she did and heal her, spirit soul and body.
Long story short, right there on the hospital bed, I
repeated the prayers on the TV and gave my life to Jesus. The preacher advised
anyone that said the prayers to find a Bible believing church and fellowship
with them.
I felt a rush of peace within and knew something had
happened to me although I couldn’t explain it. I was crying but it was different this time…they were tears of joy, like a burden was lifted off my head. Even the pain I was feeling went away just like that.
