Call me Abi, not Abigail-Full Story

Call me Abi, not Abigail-Full Story

Call me, Abi. Please don’t add the ‘Gail’ attached to my name. Maybe I will tell you why by the end of my story. In case you are wondering about my age, I am equally wondering why you want to know.

Only in this part of the world is age synonymous with sage. Anyway, let me tell you why I am writing to you this night.

He started writing to me a long time ago in secondary school. I still have those letters; they were my treasure. They were my world. I couldn’t wait to read them.

It came to a point that the post boy in my school thought I was writing a bible course from the World Bible School. For me, it meant more than that. At a point, the post boy attempted to ask me but held his peace, when he realized that my excitement would not permit any questioning.

I passed my exams and was ready for the university. When my parents suggested that I go to the school on the east coast of our country, I refused and insisted on going to the north.

They didn’t know why and I didn’t bother to give them the real reason. Right now, I know what you are thinking but I will keep it to myself. Let me leave you to roam in your mind.

During the holidays, he passed by and insisted to know my parents. I introduced him as a fellow brother in the fellowship. My mum liked him without any resistance. What a young chap, courteous and humble, she said.

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At one time he brought a gift to my dad. Meeting him at the door, I attempted hugging him but he stretched forth his hand like a log in harmattan. He shook my hands with a straight face and I felt embarrassed.

Later he told me that a handshake that went beyond the elbow would not be considered a play so he strictly doesn’t hug girls. Wow, wow, wow. I have not seen such frankness, not even in Israel.

Finally, my parents grudgingly agreed to my quest to attend the varsity in our country’s north. When they later found that my fellow brother in the fellowship was in his final year.

He would be a good influence on her my mother said. Indeed, he had already won the admiration of my father with his contributions when my father shared a scripture with him.

One time he told my dad that, for you to be raptured to heaven, you need scripture but you can still quote scripture and miss the rapture. My dad later nicknamed him: the young man with gray hair.

At the varsity, I thought he would visit me every day and help me through my studies. I thought he would sit me down and tell me about campus life. He only told me to figure it out myself. Why I asked but he gave me no answer.

One day, he showed up with a lady friend of his in my room. After they left, I became very uncomfortable. I woke up from my shallow sleep at half past two in the morning. So, is he already going out with someone? Is he the one for me?

The next morning, I had a knock on my door. I was too weak because of lack of sufficient sleep so could not even bother to approach the door. At last, he was the one.

My roommate informed him that I was still in bed but he insisted he wanted to see my face. By my bed, he knelt and placed a bouquet with a note by my side. What a contrast of night and day.

I quickly jumped out of my bed and headed to the washroom to prepare for class. My roommate, looking at the whole scene from the corner of her eye, didn’t know that I had stylishly removed the note attached to the flower while leaving the room.

What’s in this letter? Finally, a proposal?  Or is it to tell me about his new ‘catch’? I was ‘doing the do’ on the toilet seat when I opened the note.

Call me Abi, not Abigail– Full Story

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I won’t tell you everything in that well-written piece. It was too beautiful to behold. My eyes saw my ears. It took a knock on the door to knock me out of my imagination.

Could he be the one?  Why this attention? I went to lectures absent-minded. I even gave a wrong answer to a simple question that resulted in booing by the students that day.

Before I slept that day I prayed. I heard myself telling God about the importance of him giving me this nice guy. I promised him that I would worship him for the rest of my life if he granted my request.

That night I had a dream

Call me Abi, not Abigail – Full Story

In the dream, I was walking barefooted and wondering why? Then again, I started running half-naked. In all these scenes, I saw him almost unconcerned about my plight.

In the latter part of the dream, my parents suddenly appeared to comfort me. I woke up gasping for breath and whispering, “no, no, no, this can’t be”. “Could this be true?” “I hope not”, quickly consoled myself.

Just couldn’t get thoughts of this dream out of my head.  Kept affirming to myself, “I don’t believe this dream. Sometimes, dreams are weapons of the devil to steal your blessing.” This was all in a bid to motivate myself.

I was still in deep thought when my phone gulped for breath under my pillow. It was a text message from him.

It read, “things will not fall apart. Our center will hold.”

“Thank you Yeshua Hamashiach…..” I said in Hebrew.

Relief came to my soul; I didn’t even bother to pray and quickly got out of bed, prepared breakfast, and left for lectures.

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At the lecture theatre, our lecturer who usually will not even smile at anyone, started giving us pieces of advice -something he has never done in the past. One of the key things he said was that we should be careful with the people we have close associations with. Because some people can look and act patient but are very dangerous. “What a word,” I mused to myself.

During the last semester of my first year, he invited me to his friend’s party. I gladly agreed, knowing who he was- Mr. Pure.

Call me Abi, not Abigail – Full Story

At the gate of the house where the party was being held, I met a close friend of his in a sensual ‘waist’ embrace with a Level 100 lady I knew. I felt I was dreaming.

I was expecting Mr. Pure to comment on his lewd behavior and set him straight. I however observed throughout the party that he never spoke a word. Knowing who he was, I was doubly sure that he might do that when meet later.

He brought me back to the hostel at 10 pm saying he didn’t want us to stay up too late into the night. “Oh my God! I said it, this guy is for me. Thank you, Lord,” I prayed in my heart.

A week after the party, my mum called me one early morning. She’s been having strange feelings about me. She felt led to warn me to be careful with my life on campus.

I assured her that everything was fine. Actually, It was normal for her to be worried since this was the first time I have been away from home.

She went ahead to drum home her message anyway, finally ending the call with “twenty children don’t play for twenty years, be careful.”

Call me Abi, not Abigail – Full Story

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It wasn’t up to three weeks. I started noticing strange but subtle changes in him. I quickly brushed them aside. Perhaps it was just a figment of my imagination playing tricks on me.

Toward the end of the semester, we attended another party together. At the party, he asked me to dance with him. “Eh, what’s going on here?” I was perplexed but excited at the same time.

Whiles dancing, he held my waist gingerly and lightly. “I hope all is well oo and he is equally well oh,” I kept thinking to myself. Thankfully, the party ended around 11:30 pm.

In the taxi, I started feeling drowsy. I heard him give the name of my hostel to the driver.

I woke up at exactly 6 am.  To my shock, I was in a room that was not familiar. To my utmost surprise, he was by my side.

Call me Abi, not Abigail- Full Story

It was then that I realized I had been raped. You can say what you want to say at this point but it won’t change anything.

All through the weeks that followed, I couldn’t get to terms with the act. As if that was not painful enough, I realized two weeks later, that I was pregnant.

My eyes have indeed seen my ears. Where will I go from here? It’s about a month now and my parents don’t even have the slightest idea of what is going on.

“Why pretend all this while?” I asked him, beside myself with tears.  His only response was “I can explain.” …I’m still waiting for the explanation.

I never knew I have been fantasizing about and fraternizing with a wolf…yes, a wolf.

He even slapped me the last time because I told him I wanted to keep the baby.

I never knew I had danced with the devil. The other day, I even saw condoms and cigarettes in his bag.

So, it’s true that people can hatch diabolical plans and be patient in executing them. Indeed, some patient people are dangerous.

Most of the time, I’m caught up thinking about the past, about those encouraging words from way back in high school. Was he patient with me then just to endanger my life in the end or did he change after entering the university? Where did I go wrong?

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Now, he doesn’t call anymore. He even passes by my hostel without checking up on me.

Call me Abi, not Abigail

It’s a week to exams. I have been so engrossed in ‘love’ that I hardly learned anything. And now this pain?

Where do I go from here? Where do I start? Who will believe me that I was raped?

Mummy was right! “Twenty children don’t play for twenty years?”  My ‘no smiling’ lecturer equally had a point.

When some fellows are around you in the fellowship, you should be extra vigilant and careful especially if their piety and patience seem too good to be true.

This is why I said, don’t add Gail to my Abi, because the girl in me has been snatched by a thief.

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Of my folly, I sold the girl in me and the price is still being negotiated.

The proud girl in me is weeping for restoration.

This was how Percy pursued me with patience but at last, he was Dangerous.

Don’t add Gail to my name…call me Abi!

The end!

For the love of God, society, and young people

Blessings.

Rev Seth Kunkpe

Penfromafar!…. writing to make things right.

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