The most beautiful aspects of Sarah Adeolu’s one-room, self- contained apartment were the walls and fitting curtains. Different wallpapers adorned the white walls.
Her bed space and bed formed another beautiful sight. Everything was in the right place—the bott-om sheet, top sheet, an extra duvet for warmth, and pillows soft enough to lengthen anyone’s sleep.
A small cabinet was next to Sarah’s bed on the right. And a fancy doormat lay few centimetres from the foot of the bed, opposite her mobile wardrobe.
Sarah liked her room tidied and appealing at all times, so she did her best to ensure it was so.
Sarah Adeolu lay on her bed, reading verses of her leather- covered Bible and jotting in her notepad. It had been almost an hour since she started studying Scriptures.
Sarah’s phone rang. She ignored it and focused on the twelfth verse of Hebrews chapter nine. Sarah hated distraction when studying God’s words.
She nodded and muttered words of prayer, as she perceived the meaning of the verse she was reading in her heart.
Her phone rang again. Sarah cast a glance at the phone. ‘Dreamboat’ was displayed on the screen. She looked away from the phone. She intended finishing the chapter of the Bible she was reading before calling it a day.
Her phone began to ring again. Same caller.
Why was Dreamboat calling her repeatedly? Had he forgotten that five to six-thirty in the morning was her devotion time? Or was there an important message he wanted to pa-ss across?
On the fifth ring of the phone, Sarah picked it and swiped the screen right to answer the call.
“Hello,” Sarah said, her li-ps lopsided.
“Oh, my darling,” Femi Faronbi said from the other end of the line. A smile big enough to be called a grin lightened his face. “Good morning,” he added.
“Good morning. I’m having my quiet time. Can we talk later?” Sarah said.
“I’m sorry to disturb,” Femi said and glanced at the wall clock in his room. “It’s quarter to seven here.”
“For real? Quarter to seven?” Sarah said. She quickly removed the phone from her ear and checked the time displayed in the notification tray to confirm.
Sarah smiled. “Oh! I didn’t even notice. I was carried away. The Holy Spirit was dissecting Hebrews chapter nine to me. It’s awesome,” she said.
“Glory to God! Dear, there’s something I need to tell you,” Femi said and beamed, excitement jogging in his voice.
“Really? And it can’t wait until I finish my devotion?” “It’s best served hot,” Femi said.
Sarah rolled her eyeballs. “Alright, let me hear it.” “I’ve caught a revelation! It’s time!” Femi shouted.
Sarah fluttered her eyelids. With the way Femi sounded, it had to be something of immense gravity. Probably he had received the exact date Jesus would return. Or maybe he was going to visit the angels. It had to be either of the two.
“What revelation have you caught?” Sarah said and flared her ears to receive an answer.
Femi exhaled loudly. “It’s time!”
Sarah hushed, waiting to hear the remaining part of his message.
“It’s finally time,” Femi said and smiled.
Femi’s response tipped Sarah’s patience over. She rolled her eyes. “It’s time for what exactly? You’ve been repeating the same thing over and over again.”
“Calm down, dear. I’m just so tremendously delighted. I don’t know how to tell you,” Femi said.
“Don’t worry about the pres£ntation. Just tell me. Say it anyhow, expectation is killing me already,” Sarah said.
“Hmm. Okay. Er. Sweetheart, I’m pleased to inform you that–” he paused, smiling at the ceiling as if Sarah could see him.
Sarah quelled the urge to hiss that rose up to her throat and sighed instead.
“Dear, if you have nothing to say, I’d like to go back to what I was doing before you interrupted,” she said.
Femi noticed Sarah’s displeasure.
“Sorry. Please don’t mind me.
Now, I’m ready to say it,” he said.
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“It’s time for us to get married. I’ve gotten the go-ahead I was waiting for,” Femi said.
“Are you for real?”
“Yes, dear. I’m ready and confident to go ahead with the wedding plans now.”
Sarah’s cheeks folded backward, expo-sing her teeth in a hearty smile. She threw her idle hand in the air. Her dream was about to come true. What she had been anticipating was finally here. Joy bustled through her.
Calm down, girl, she told herself.
“Are you there?” Femi said.
Sarah breathed through pursed li-ps. “Yeah. I’m here. Hmm. Er– ” She lost her voice.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” he said.
What was she supposed to say? She had been daydreaming this day for a very long time. Now that it was here, she couldn’t find words to express herself. Probably she didn’t want to say anything that would give away how much she was excited.
Sarah cleared her throat and swallowed.
“Hmm. Er. Would you like to share the revelation with me?” she said quietly, trying to comport herself.
“Of course. In the revelation, someone brought me a wedding invitation card. When I unfolded it, I saw our names printed in it,” Femi said.
Sarah smiled. “Wow! That’s great. Were you quick enough to see the date on the card?”
“Date as in?”
“I mean when the wedding was supposed to hold in your revelation. Maybe we could just fix the date in reality,” she said.
“Er. About that, I didn’t check. I just started dancing. I was so excited it was time.”
“Humph.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Uh-oh! You should have checked.”
“Don’t worry about that. It doesn’t stop us from fixing our own date. God through us will handle it,” Femi said.
“Amen. So what do we do now?”
“We’ll talk about it later. I have to go get dressed for work now.” “Alright. I love you.”
“Yeah. Take care. Bye,” Femi said and hung up.
Sarah dropped her phone on the bed. “Thank You, Jesus.
Thank You, Jesus,” she screamed repeatedly.
Sarah couldn’t be happier. The man she loved with her whole heart had just informed her that he was getting married to her.
She closed the Bible and placed it on the bedside cabinet. She would continue her study later.
Sarah said a short prayer and hurried to the bathroom. She had to report at work on or before eight in the morning.
Sarah had her bath, dressed up hurriedly and left the house, securing the door behind…
Sarah stepped into Forever a-ssurance Plc, where she worked as a front desk officer. She stopped at the front desk and searched her handbag for a pen. She found one. She leaned towards the desk to sign the staff register.
“Sarah, wait! Please. I have not signed in. Let me sign first before you do,” a young woman in her early thirties said as she hurried into the reception, her hands occu-pied with many bags.
Sarah looked up from the book and turned to face the woman.
“Good morning, Mrs Mbok.”
“Good morning. Please let me quickly sign,” Mrs Mbok said and started arranging her bags on the desk.
“But you’re just coming in. You met me here. Why should you sign first?” Sarah questioned.
Mrs Mbok ignored her and searched her small bag for a pen.
Sarah bent over the register, her pen poised to write. Mrs Mbok snatched Sarah’s pen and pulled the register towards herself.
“What’s this supposed to mean for goodness’ sake? I don’t like this,” Sarah said, displeased.
“Sorry. I need to sign first,” Mrs Mbok said and began to write in the book. “I know you are an oversabi Christian. Let me sign before you write quarter after eight in the book.”
Sarah shook her head. Now she knew why Mrs Mbok wanted her to wait. Mrs Mbok wanted to lie about the time she arrived and she knew that it would be impossible if Sarah signed first.
“If one calls oneself a Christian and can’t act it out, I think that’s a more serious problem. You shouldn’t have come late when you knew you would prefer to sign a time not later than eight,” Sarah said.
“Mind your business, Lady. My God is not wicked. You’re the one taking things beyond limit. What’s the big deal about writing whatever time one likes in a time register? Will that prevent me from going to heaven? I write the time the organisation wants to see,” Mrs Mbok said.
“What the organisation wants to see? But that’s a lie. You lied,” Sarah said and cast a glance at the register. Mrs Mbok had written 7:50 am in the Time-in column and signed. Sarah took a glance at her wristwatch. It was 8:20 am now. She had wanted to write 8:15 am before Mrs Mbok stopped her.
“Forget that one. It is a normal lie. I have no problem with you writing the actual time you resume work in the time book. But I’d like you to keep that insane idea to yourself. Now you can write your own time,” Mrs Mbok said and dropped Sarah’s pen on the table.
Sarah shook her head and took the pen. “There’s no such thing as a normal lie. The Bible says all liars shall have their part in the lake of fire. We show our beliefs by our way of life,” Sarah said.
“Don’t bother about me. We will see each other in heaven, I promise,” Mrs Mbok said and carried her bags.
Sarah stifled the laughter that rose up her throat. “That’s my prayer, Mrs Mbok. But you had better change. God’s standard is set. Remember that.”
“Thank you, woman,” Mrs Mbok said and hurried to her office.
Sarah bent over the register, wrote 8:15 am against her name and signed. She knew the management of the organisation frowned at lateness to work. Many times in the past, perpetual offenders had been punished as deemed appropriate. But Sarah didn’t care.
She did her best to get to work on time but whenever she came late, she still wrote the actual time she got to work. She would never lie to cover up. She would prefer being punished instead.
Sarah Adeolu sat at her desk and did her duties.
Around two in the afternoon, her phone beeped. A text message from Dreamboat. She took the phone and checked.
“Hi, dear. How’re you doing? I can’t stop thinking of you. I’m so excited. Just checking on you. Much love,” the text message read.
Sarah beamed. She loved Femi. Why else would she save his contact on her phone as Dreamboat? He was her dream-come-true. And she was sure he loved her as well.
“This one you are smiling like a baby. What’s up with you?” Jummy, Sarah’s co-staff and friend said.
Sarah looked up from her phone. “It’s the joy of the Lord.
How’re you?” she said.
Jummy sat beside Sarah. “I’ve been observing you. Something is different about you today. You’ve been smiling all around and acting overly nice. Give me the gist.”
Sarah laughed. “Hmm, Jummy. It’s the Lord’s doing and it’s marvellous in our eyes.”
“Glory to God. Now tell me what it is.” Jummy searched Sarah’s eyes in a way that informed Sarah that she wanted to hear exactly what was making her excited.
Sarah took a de-eper breath. She smiled and lic-ked her li-ps. “I’m getting married,” she said. A buoyant smile illuminated her brown eyes.
Jummy shot to her feet. “Are you for real? Like seriously?” Sarah nodded, smiling.
“Dancing in the Lord, I am dancing in the Lord, amen. Singing in the Lord, I am singing in the Lord, amen. Clapping in the Lord…,” Jummy sang and danced.
Sarah laughed. She pulled her friend onto her seat. “Stop this, Jummy. It’s not yet official. You don’t want everyone asking what’s going on,” she said.
“I’m sorry. I was just over joyous.” Jummy ru-bbed her palms against each other and placed them on her hips. “Give me the full gist.”
“Hmm. Femi called me this morning and told me it was time to settle down.”
“Wow! I’m so excited.” Jummy gave Sarah a bear hug. “You’re such a lucky woman. I’m sure your mind is finally at rest now. Bro Femi is not going anywhere.”
“Uh.” Sarah exhaled. “You can say that again. I’m so delighted, myself.”
“This is good news. So how are you going about it? How about wedding preparation and all?”
“We are yet to broach the topic. We’ll talk later today probably,” Sarah said, scratching her hairline.
“You’re so lucky. So Bro Femi would eventually settle with you.”
“God reserved him for me. Thank God. I’m happy I trusted His promise. I was almost beginning to be fearful it wouldn’t work out. You needed to see how delighted I was when he said he was now fully convinced to put a ring on it.”
Jummy smiled. “I can imagine, my dear. It’s been a while you started this relationship. Plus the fact that you’ve had many disappointments in the past.”
“Exactly. I’m glad you remember. You un-derstand me perfectly,” Sarah said.
“I’m happy for you, my dear.” “Thank you, Jummy.”
“Let me be on my way now. There are some files I have to work
“Alright. Thanks,” Sarah said.
Jummy stood to her feet. “Catch you later. Don’t forget to give
me the rest of the talk later.” She winked and blew an air kis-s to Sarah.
Sarah giggled. “Definitely. Will you be coming for Women of Valour programme tomorrow?”
Jummy turned her head. “Are you going?” “Of course. Why won’t I?”
Jummy shook her head. “Church worm. I know you will. I actually want to take some time to rest. Remember we were in church all through last weekend. And we have to go to congress next Friday as well. I have a monstrous heap of unwashed clothes at home. And I have to clean the house and prepare for next week.”
“Hmm. It is well. I un-derstand.
But no time is too much to spend in God’s pres£nce. Do you know how much blessings sown into our lives through those programmes? You can’t imagine it, my dear. I also have loads of things to do. But I already know November is a month of unending church programmes. So let’s just endure through and enjoy God’s blessings,” Sarah said.
Jummy scrunched her nose. “I’ve heard, Mummy G.O. I’ll try to attend. I hope I’m able to leave work early enough.”
“Alright, dear. Let’s get back to work. Talk to you later.” “Yeah. Take care.”
Jummy walked towards the hallway that led to the offices. She turned her head just before she left the reception and said, “Sarah, say my hello to your Bro of God when he calls.” She winked and smiled.
Sarah cast her a lopsided glance. “Nau-ghty girl!” Jummy smiled and left.
To be continued….