Four decades ago, a child was born…four decades on she has waxed strong in the spirit… fulfilling her calling as a prophet, teacher and a mother of nations
WHEN I WAS TEENAGER (PART 1)
I have very faint memories of the first 10years of my life.
Playing in our neighbour’s house. Mom would always teach us to excuse ourselves the moment food is about being served.
There was one of our neighbours called “Mummy Lekan” I usually stay in her room to play with her son whom I suspect should be my age-range. I can see her displease look right now frowning at me to go to our room whilst serving food to her family😆 🤣 😂 You know that “eyes-stone”
In my language, my mom will say a senseless child doesn’t pick messages from body language. 😆 I can see Fatimat seated on the mat, refusing to leave but waiting in expectations for my own food portion. 😆
Sometimes mummy Lekan serves me and at other times drags me to her doorstep showing me the way to my mom’s room. 😆 🤣 😂
To Mummy Lekan, this girl is grateful for all the times you gave me food as you served your family. 😆 🤣
First School
I wished I have more stories around family times to share in the memory of my dad but I don’t have pretty much.
I have this faint picture of him in my head. He was taking me to school and carried me on his shoulders. What a sweet ride. 😃
I was enrolled in a school we called “Jeleosinmi” the meaning in Yoruba language is so funny. Simply put “nursery or creche”
I haven’t forgotten the name of the “Jeleosinmi” auntie. We called her auntie Bolaji. She can chew gum in this life. 😆
I also remember her perching in a corner in our tiny classroom to pee inside a plastic cup and dispose into the gutter at the front of her “jeleosinmi” school. She would ask us to close our eyes or just ignore us. 😆
I can see my tiny slate. 😆 🤣 😂
The picture of my dad taking me to school on his shoulders remains the only sweet memory I have of him as a child.
“Children will not remember you for the material things you provided, but for the feeling that you cherished them.” – Richard L. Evans
The Visitor.
My dad had a number of apprentices he usually allowed sleep over in our one room apartment 🙄
Mom and dad would sleep on the bed while we (myself, brother and sister plus the visitor) sleep on the mat.
Over the years I have been sharing around one of the visitors who almost exposed me to sexual abuse.
I woke up to see the uncle pulling my pant down from behind. He pretended he was sleeping when I woke up. I almost concluded I was having a bad dream till he pulled it down the second time. I ran to the bed edge of my parent 😒 and hid there till mom woke up and found me by their feet. 😃
Mom told me to return to my mat but I refused. I couldn’t express my fears. The scene was too big for my 7year old brain to describe.
“Behavior is the language of trauma. Children will show you before they tell you that they are in distress. – Micere Keels
I can say that this is the point where God’s hands have been raised upon my life. I had the sense of danger even though I had no sex education. I avoided the uncle for years till my dad died and we moved.
You see the root of my passion for children and teens here around sexuality? 😃
The Fight
Mom and dad had serious in-law crisis throughout their short term marriage. If it wasn’t my grandma it would be my aunts. I see my dad trying to fight for his family more than defending his wife (God knows the rest of the story)
Real fight broke out and I saw my mom and dad exchanging heated words on top of their lungs at each other. Dad was about walking out of the room and mom stood on his way. There was a scuffle. I can see the terror in my eyes and my siblings. The pain 💔 😢 I cried out as they both collided and our door curtain tore and dropped. It affected me deeply as a child.
Neighbours rushed into our room to help them settle and all. The memory of this commotion stayed with me for years. I was introduced to marriage 💑.
Your marriage is the first marriage seminar your child will attend. Teach and roll the modules well.
“Our brains are wired for connection, but trauma rewires them for protection. That’s why healthy relationships are difficult for wounded people. – Ryan North
Do you see the root of my love for Family here? 😃
I was 10 when my dad died. I lost half of my childhood. I became an adult. 😃
“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.” Patrick Rothfuss,
EEO as a prophet
As a Prophet, EEO has been a voice for God in her generation… ministering anywhere the Lord opens the door
Email me: omoniyiesther1@gmail.com
EEO as a teacher
As a teacher, EEO teaches and trains people to live sexually pure lives, build strong marriages and live purposeful lives
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As a mother of nations
EEO has a strong passion for young people growing up to be responsible adults. She teaches them in schools across the nation