Komolafe and his wife pleaded with the police not to torture him again, but the officers still stood on their ground that he was among the culprits. However, they advised them to try their luck by getting him a very competent lawyer. Komolafe asked Solomon to contact any of his relatives to get him a lawyer, and he would support him with whatever he had. So the police allowed him to call his uncle’s office on a landline.
Yetunde couldn’t eat nor sleep that night. She kept praying for him to escape the path of untimely death. Solomon was one of the dreams she couldn’t afford to lose in her life.
Yetunde visited the reverend’s house on the next day. The old man guessed something was amiss because Yetunde had never come to his house. They only met in the church. He asked her what the matter was; she reminded him of Jide’s friend whom he dropped in the neighbourhood with them some time ago.
“Oh, what about him?” asked the reverend.
She told the reverend about her relationship with him and how he had now fallen into problem.
“That’s serious.” The reverend sighed, “Firstly, we need to pray over it so as to know the root of the problem. Kneel down and let us consult our great lord!”
The reverend started the prayer slowly and gradually faster while Yetunde shouted AMEN with all her might. At one point the reverend kept quiet as though to listen to a voice coming from a very long distance. Yetunde knew he was in spirit. After what seemed like decades, he came back to his normal self along with a heavy sigh.
“Praise the lord!” he repeated the statement thrice, shooting his fists upwards. HALLELUJAH! Yetunde shouted after him. He asked her to resume her seat.
“God loves you,” he said, “The lord revealed to me that this young man is suffering from the atrocity his father has committed … It is true that God says ‘We would judge parent’s sins on the children to the twelfth generation.’ But the judgment wouldn’t have been as fast or cruel as this, if not for a young girl who cursed the whole family out of fury.”
Yetunde was puzzled, “who is the girl and … why did she have to curse the innocent family? I am confused, sir.”
“According to the revelation, either of the young girl’s parents was murdered by the father of the boy in question … And the young girl was revealed to be you.”
“Me? I didn’t…” her mind immediately journeyed back to the past, “No. That can’t be true. I only cursed the family of the person who murdered my father, and I still curse them till date. Could the person be Solomon’s father?”
“Exactly; Miss Yetunde.”
“I’m in trouble.”
The reverend said the whole family was murdered by whatever they were cursed to die from, and Solomon was the remaining soul to vanish. Yetunde knew she cursed them all to die from gun. She then realized the reason why Solomon wouldn’t disclose the cause of his family’s death.
“Please, sir. How can I erase this curse off Solomon’s head even though we need to depart?”
“You have to fast for 41 days and night. If he is tried before the fasting ends, there is no possibility that he would survive. So says the Lord.”
Yetunde began to shed regretful tears. She knew Solomon would definitely be tried before two weeks.
“You have to think twice before you take any decision,” he cautioned, “The swearword is like taking judgment in your own hands. Meanwhile the Almighty God never slumbers. If you had not sworn with the holy book, God’s judgment might have been mild on his generation. Have you ever had any affair with the fellow?”
Yetunded hesitated for some moments and said, “Yes we did … almost two weeks ago.”
“It was revealed that you need to welcome the stranger of heaven.”
Yetunde was confused until the reverend clarified to her that she was pregnant. She felt as if a mighty stone fell upon her out of shock. She knew the reverend would never say a thing that wouldn’t come to past. He was indeed an anointed man of God. The whole church had always testified to that each time they shared their testimonies. The reverend said further that Solomon was not her destined husband. If they eventually got married they wouldn’t be fortunate in their marriage. God had purposely made her get attracted to him to teach her a lesson. He asked her to remember whoever she had promised and failed to. Yetunde knew the reverend was referring to Jide.
“It is Jide.” her voice trembled, “I realized that my heart stop beating for him once I set eyes on Solomon. When he sent me a letter of reminder, I wrote to him that the promise I made to him was invalid since I never noted it in my diary.”
The reverend sighed and said, “There is no diary like that book of destiny held by Almighty God! It has been written in divine diary that Solomon who you have noted down in your diary is not yours. Jide is your destined husband, and you need to find a way to win back his heart.”
Yetunde wondered how Jide would accept her; not even with pregnancy. She thought her dream to high institution was completely out of it. She had less than a month and half to gain admission. She asked the reverend if Jide would ever forgive her, and he assured her that nothing is beyond God’s power if she could pray hard and fast.
When she got home she didn’t hesitate to confide the revelations to Iya Toun, including her pregnancy. Iya Toun reproached her for having succumbed to sexual desire so early. But she later understood all that had happened as a temptation from God. Yetunde cried out her eyes for her seemingly shattered dream.
Two weeks later, Jide was inevitably sentenced in court to die by firearms with his five assumed accomplices. During the two weeks none of the culprits were allowed to receive any visitor except their lawyers. Yetunde and Iya Toun went to pay him a last visit, and the police gave Yetunde 5 minutes to speak with him.
Amidst tears, Solomon revealed to Yetunde how his mother and younger ones were shot to death by his father’s gangs due to money issue. They gunned down his father in front of their house, and on that fateful day Solomon didn’t sleep in the house. That was the reason why he moved out of the house in case the killers came for him. He never knew his father was an armed robber until then.
“I am sorry for telling you about this now,” sobbed Solomon.
Yetunde wanted to disclose the reverend’s revelation to him, but he thought it was of no use again. Besides, there was no time. Instead she told him about the pregnancy; he was shocked. He wished he could stay to father the oncoming baby, but destiny’s call must be answered. The officer soon aborted their conversation and drove him with five other culprits into the vehicle. Solomon and Yetunde bade each other farewell with tears-misted face. The black vehicle zoomed off to the land of death.
About 45 minutes later when Yetunde arrived home, she felt a tingling sensation in her womb, and she realized that her skirt was drenched with blood. Iya Toun took her to a nearby clinic for treatment after the flowing blood had stopped. The nurse confirmed that she had a miscarriage. Yetunde was excited within her, but couldn’t show it in presence of the nurse. Iya Toun was also happy that Yetunde wouldn’t give birth to a fatherless child at last. And she could still make her study like that.
The police later informed Iya Toun the exact time Solomon and the boys were gunned to death. It was the exact time Yetunde had a miscarriage. Yetunde realized what the reverend told her. God had a way of making things possible, she thought.
Yetunde went to explain the miracle that happened to the reverend. She was still uncertain if Jide would accept her back. The reverend said he would travel down to his school in Lagos to counsel him prior to the day he would call both of them together. Meanwhile Yetunde’s admission into Lagos state university was about 4 weeks away.
Jide was happy, but surprised all the same when he saw the reverend in his school. He guessed something was amiss. The reverend waited under a tree in the reading garden. The reverend started with prayer and eventually he narrated all that happened to Yetunde and Solomon. Jide was sad to hear about Solomon’s death and tears stood in his eyes. Jide expressed how sad he was when Yetunde rejected him. The reverend let him realize that all was God’s plan. Jide was a godly person, and he would never disobey his reverend’s words as he knew he was a real prophet.
“I am ready to accept her back,” Jide said tearfully.
Jide added that Yetunde was free to come to him personally since he had condoned her misdeed. Yetunde thanked the reverend abundantly for standing solidly with her.
“Don’t thank me; thank the almighty God who had used me to shed light on the matter. If I fail to do all of these I may be punished by God.”
On the second week Yetunde gained admission into LASU, he searched for Jide’s department in UNILAG, and she was glad when she finally met him. They went to a solitary place on campus where she pleaded with him to forgive her.
“You don’t need that … I understand everything,” Jide said and embraced her.
“I love you, Babajide.”
“I have always loved you, Yetunde.”
After some years, Yetunde achieved her dream as a television and radio presenter while Jide became a professional medical doctor
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