Who Was She; Who is She by Bamiyo Abigeal Oyeleke

 

WHO WAS SHE; WHO IS SHE

 

A young girl; an innocent mind, and a pure heart.

 

Against mummy's wish, uncle fed her with dung, and she ate, though different from Mummy's meals, yet she ate, swallowing and savouring each morsel like mummy's black swallow and her hot green, yellow and red stew.

 

Our young girl; a stained mind, but a pure heart.

 

And she asked him for more, which he could give and he gave until he ran out of it, and she had to look elsewhere for more. She consulted them, and they were ready to help, but on one condition, “Mummy cannot find out.” They warned and she was ready to pay that price, as long as her hunger was satisfied. If only our young girl knew, “the well she would fetch from would cause her to thirst for more, though quenched yet not satisfied.”

 

Still our young girl; a soiled mind, but a pure heart.

 

She had to leave Mummy's shadow, but how? She sensed something was wrong, so she had eyes on her. Her wish was to raise a Deborah but here is Delilah; Sisera’s head not pegged to the ground but Samson's locks razored on her laps. She had to leave home; leave home for there, where her freedom awaits her; leave home for there, where her freedom is to feed on dung plated on porcelain.

 

Still our young girl; a perverted mind, and a breaking heart.

 

Mummy would not give up, so she spoke words to her, and hoped the words, like His, would save her from this destruction. And she prayed, holding onto her last breath, to Him for her mind to be renewed and for her heart to be healed. Mummy hoped for her return, praying; with tears and sweats. Our young girl left home for Freedom Avenue, a foreign land, away from Mummy's prayers and Uncle's guilty plea. She met him, Belial’s heir, her tall, dark and dazzling and he taught her what Mummy did not; he showed her what Uncle left out.

 

Still our young girl; a corrupted mind and a hardened heart.

 

That night, buried in a pit of Earth, and Him, different from the ones whose heads rested on her laps, Love extended to her and pulled her out. Out, from the pit of despair she dug herself; out from the mud of low self-esteem; out from the mire of broken spirit, her feet, now, on Him, her solid ground. Him, Mummy’s prayers heard and answered, led her home to Mummy. And Him, her light and salvation, so she need not fear Samson's vengeance nor return of Belial's heir.

 

Our young girl with the heart of a child and the mind of a daughter.

 

Now at home, at an arm's length of Mummy's praying heart and teaching tongue, a gift box of precious and very great promises unboxed before her unveiled face and grateful heart. Still at home, within Mummy's warm embrace, our young girl in Him and Him in her, a mystery of her new yet divine nature.