Led to Mr. Billionaire

CHAPTER THIRTY

Saturday rolled by quickly as the distasteful song of an alarm stirred me awake, and I quickly picked up my phone and turned the 8 a.m. alarm off. I had made my not-so-favorite song my alarm, so I would have no choice but to wake up. Yawning in an unladylike manner, I stretched my hands and scratched my eyes so I could remove the sleepiness from them. I lazily dragged myself into a sitting position on my bed and yawned again, deciding to just do my devotion on the bed instead.

Picking up my Bible from the bedside stand, I said a quick word of prayer before diving into it. Since it was Easter Saturday, I decided to read St. Luke's version of Jesus's death and resurrection because I felt like it gave more juice to the story.

After a ten-minute reading and a little cringing from the pain he had to go through, I went deeper into Mark's version and compared both of them, as there were some details I wanted to find out, like the last words of Jesus.

It took an extra fifteen minutes to read and understand the chapters of the story, and I learned that all he went through was for the people there and those who never knew they'd be born like me. Jesus did pay a heavy price for the lives of many people who were just there, taking it for granted. Sighing, I made a mental note to always be grateful for my life, even though I had already been through a lot. Damn, I feel like I can look back on things and be grateful for the way I have grown, and it has all been God because I know that if any other person went through what I did, some might not survive and some might be broken beyond repair, still looking for someone to help them.

I remembered how I ran away that day, not bothering to find out if my husband was still alive or not. I had gone into all the rooms, forcing my way into some, but thankfully, since the doors were all made of soft wood, I was able to break the handles of some to enter and, overall, take all the money I could find. The money wasn't much, but it was enough to take me and Grace with just a backpack full of the only necessities I could think of.

Running a hand through my hair, I went on my knees and had my prayer time, being so conscious of my thanksgiving. I can't go through what Jesus did, but since I went through my pain, I understand that being a sacrifice for someone else to live takes love, guts, and God.

Standing up after thirty minutes, I walked to my wardrobe to pick out the gown I had selected for the event I was going to with Adeyemi tonight. I had talked with Pastor Ayo about my feelings towards Adeyemi, and he just said I needed to keep an open mind, an open heart, and an open ear to what God was saying and that it would become clear after some time, so I don't need to rush it.

Taking his words literally, I have been positioning myself to understand how I reacted to Adeyemi when we spoke, and I made a mental note to keep on noticing and observing myself around him tonight, and hopefully, my thoughts and feelings will become clear.

Stepping out of my room, I go to Oyindamola's room, which is where Grace had slept, saying she liked Oyin's room more than mine. I didn't object; I welcomed it so I could just rest without getting kicked. Sometimes, I forget that she has already grown so much.

Entering Oyin's room, I noticed Grace had moved and was now sleeping on the far end of the bed while Oyin was still in the middle of the bed. They were still sleeping soundly, and I didn't have the heart to wake them up, but we needed to do morning devotion. The Ayobamis always have a morning devotion together after personal time so the children would learn to take God seriously.

Waking them up and getting groans in return, I chuckled as we walked to the sitting room, where the parents were already sitting, along with Fikayo. We started the devotion with two worship songs, and then Pastor Ayo read out and explained the topic from the devotional book, and then we took some praise and worship songs before the overall prayer by Mummy.