Here's to my Ex
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Ongoing27m
Last published Fri, Mar 22, 2019
This is the story of my first relationship, how we actually meet and how we ended things between our "ALMOST PERFECT" Relationship.
Isang babae na nagmahal kahit pinagbabawal, nagmahal kahit natatakot, nagmahal ng kahit komplikado, nagmahal kahit ayaw ng mundo, nagmahal kahit hindi nya ginusto, oo hindi nya ginusto pero dahil yun yung sinisigaw puso nagmahal parin ako.
Pinili ko tong ibahagi sa inyo dahil gusto kong malaman nyo kung paano ako minahal at nasaktan ng isang taong sobra kong pinaniwalaan at pinagkatiwalaan. At tama nga yung sinasabi nila na, " Kung sino pa yung taong binuo mo, yun lang din ang wawasak sayo."
Sana may mapulot kayong aral at leksyon dito sa mababasa nyong storya.
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After the 3 weeks orientation program of the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers' quarters. On getting to On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring "Huuuuunnnnn!" with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me "aunty" or "Sister Sewa". One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments; there was no instrument he couldn't play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the keyboard. I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama's carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favorite. When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn't taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn't at home.
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