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                                            Wednesday
                                             Oct.12 2019
                                              6:05 am

When our lives was at a starting point, with you our journey commenced .

And at the time ritual of departing, you took my tears at the expense of death.

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      "And at that instant my love for her blossomed. As i stood there that day and watched her leave the church premises, i felt my heart beating vigorously, i thought twice about my vocation, the feeling was so enormous that i thought of going after her, but then i had already given my heart to God".

        "She was so complaisance... I knew then that i was in love, i was in love with her but i was so much deeper in love with my vocation than with her, i was caught in the middle emotionally"

       " I thought of giving up my dreams but then i had a second force that drove me.. To chalk it up, i had wanted to prove to my father that i could actually be a priest with or without his blessings, that i only needed God and he was not. "

       " You met your father? ". I asked him.

       " Si, i did... Twelve years after i lost my mom and a year to when i was to be ordained a Catholic priest".

     " He lived that long? "

     " Si... Sad how the bad ones live longer on earth than the good ones".

      " Anyways, he came to seek for his long lost son after my step brothers died mysteriously.".

      " I guess he came to make amends for the lost years? "

     " That's far fetched... He came to take his surviving heir back home to continue with his foot prints as the head traditionalist for our family"

     " Lemme guess, you didn't bulge"

     " Well, i wouldn't be here if i did"

      "Before he left, he made threats that he would make sure i don't succeed in my vocation... Thelma and few others were there at that time"

      " And that was the first and last time i saw my father".

       " I'm sorry about that Fr."

        " It's all in the past Tonia... He died a week after. Though i didn't really knew him, i was sad, i felt devastated and alone. After all he was my father,my blood too... I had only Thelma to console me. "

       " After my mom,Fr Rowland and sister Josephine, she was another person that held my heart in a very special way... She was the only person close to a family that i had. She brought me out of my cage and saved me from myself, she was to me a saving grace and she became my safe haven. "

        " She was there at a time i needed a friend, a mother and a sister"

       He was agonizing and i could feel it but i didn't know of ways to help him. I mean it's not everyday that you get to have a priest pour his heart to you.

     "Did she ever felt the same way, or was it a one sided attraction?"  I managed to ask him.

      " Si... She loved me more than i ever did... She confessed her feelings to me first"

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