EXODUS

4

"Ojo Grace Abisola!" A voice rings out and obviously it pulls Grace out of her dreams. She had just reached the place where she got the crown. "Old kill joy!" She mutters and is about to drift into lala land once again before the door suddenly opens. It's her mother.
  "You didn't hear me right? That should be it because I sure made myself loud enough." She complains. "Will you get up and get to the laundry. The dirty clothes are there waiting for you." She completes.
"I'm going to Overcomer's place today for my project. Remember?" Grace replies as she moves to a sitting position.
"So?" Mrs Ojo queries, "Does that mean you shouldn't do house chores? Listen young lady, you're not leaving this house until those clothes are washed and spread out.
  Grace grumbles and hurries out of bed to probably project her dissatisfaction. "It's not fair. It really is not fair. Eunice leaves the house anytime she likes no matter if there are a thousand things to do at home. I do everything every time."
  "I thought I said something about comparing yourself to Eunice. I said it's not allowed. Eunice is different. Okay?" The elderly woman comments and exists the room.
"Just imagine. Eunice is different. Of course she is. The Princess. And I am different too; the slave." Grace sarcastically comments as she angrily leaves the room.
    
  A knock on the door draws Overcomer's attention to the house's entrance away from the dishes she was cleaning. She listens attentively and the knock comes again. 'That isn't the signature knock. Maybe it's Grace.' she thinks.
Moving to the door, she hesitates a bit before opening the door. She squeals at the sight of Grace dressed in a blue gown, black sandals and carrying a black bag.
  "I was worried you were no longer coming. Please come in." She leads Grace to the sitting room and directs her to a wine colored settee. Grace takes her seat and Overcomer rushes to the kitchen to get water.
  "Thank you very much."
"It's nothing. I'm delighted to have you over. Even though this your expression is making me scafraid." Overcomer notes.
"I'm okay." Grace covers up.
Sensing the sensitivity of the topic, Overcomer decides to approach in a different way. "You can always tell it to Jesus you know. He's very confidential you have no worries about people castigating you." The way her eyes sparkle as she mentions Jesus makes Grace feel very guilty. When last as she talked to Jesus. Talking to him didn't really matter again sef.
  "Pele oo. Jesus' girlfriend. Sometimes you act like the only Christian left in the world." Grace teases as she tries to avoid the topic.
"It's not easy to carry the testimony of the gospel. When you carry it, it must show." Overcomer replies. Feeling really uncomfortable, Grace asks, "Can we get started? It's not like I'm going to sleep here."
"Sure."
  The girls get busy with choosing the best idea with the most captivating theme, subject matter, characterization and all other literature related stuff till they are interrupted by a knock. Then another and the last.
Overcomer beams. That's the signature knock. Her parents her around. She goes over to the door and Grace rises up to her feet.
"Is this the Grace? You didn't tell me she was this beautiful." A chatty woman in her fifties closely followed by her husband within the same age range says as she goes over to Grace.
"Good evening ma'am. Good evening sir." She greets as she makes to kneel down. The woman pulls her back up into a warm embrace.
"I'm Mrs Olaonipekun. Nice meeting you Grace." Overcomer's mother wishes. Clearly surprised by the welcome, Grace answers, "Nice meeting you too ma'am."
Mr Olaonipekun steps forward and hugs Grace too. "We really hope you come here more often."
  "I will love to sir. As long as my mother allows." Grace confesses.
"Let me start by inviting you to this powerful program then. It's on Wednesday by 5pm till 7pm. If it's too late for you to go home alone, I will personally drive you home." Mrs Olaonipekun says.
Bewildered, Grace eagerly nods and smiles. "I will tell Mom ma. And give Overcomer feedback." She responds, trying not to give a direct yes or no. "Come on, I will inform your mother myself. Overcomer has her number right?" Mrs Olaonipekun asks.
"Yes I do Mom."
"That's best."
"Please allow me to be on my way ma and sir." Grace finally says as she packs her books. Alarmed, Mrs Olaonipekun questions, "Is our presence disturbing? You can always go to her personal library."
"Not at all ma. It's because of the title. Besides, I will be here more often now." Grace assures.
"Okay then. Take care dear. My regards to everyone at home." Mr Olaonipekun wishes.
"Good bye sir. Sure sir. Good bye ma."
"Take care darling."
Overcomer and Grace step outside and make their way through to the bus stop.
"I love their vibes." Grace starts.
"It's because I have never introduced anyone as my friend. Talkless bring them home." Overcomer confirms.
"Oh. Okay. See you on Monday."
"Sure. Tell it to Jesus dear. Bye." Overcomer wishes.
   Grace chuckles as she enters the taxi. "Does Jesus even listen?"
"Yes he does. He has nothing else to do." Grace looks around and see no one looking in her direction. Where did the voice come from?

It's a go readers. Yes, you ever feel like there's no one else to talk to, tell it to Jesus before you slide into my dm. Yeah, you're free to. I gat no job😉.
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