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ONCE UPON A THURSDAY with Lauren BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN 6 "We have never before met. So how is it that you know my name?" I question him yet again, obviously bemused. He chuckles as he watches my bewildered face. "My Father told me." He says smiling. "Your Father, Sir?" I wonder who his father is and how I might know him. "Who is your father, Sir?" "My Father is the Creator of all things and He's all-knowing, so He told me your name." "I'm guessing that's God." I say dryly, refraining myself from rolling my eyes. "Ah, perfect guess!" His eyes light up as he exclaims." "That means you know Him." "Maybe." I shrug. "I've heard of him." "That's wonderful. If you wouldn't mind, I could tell you more about him." I doubt I have ever seen anyone sound so excited. "No, thank you Sir, I'll pass." I shift my weight from one leg to another, losing patience as my food pack and clothes have not been handed to me. As if reading my mind, he quickly grabs two packs of food and some clothes and hands them over to me. His eyes still burn with that look of compassion. "Oga Pastor, why you con dey give this girl double portion now?" A man asks. "Mr Pastor, me sef, hungry dey catch me." He hisses as he complains. Pastor John gives direction for his members to attend to the people while he continues speaking to me. "I'll be praying for you, Edidiong." He says gently. "I don't need your prayers Sir, I don't need anyone's prayers. Thank you Sir." My patience keeps wearing thinner. I hold on to the items I've been given while I do a mental calculation of how long they would last. Pastor John calls out a last time. "He loves you Edidiong, don't you forget that." He says nodding his head. "Yes Sir." My answer drips with sarcasm but his demeanor remains unruffled. *** A cockroach scurries around the uncompleted building, interrupting my thoughts. I try to lift off the stone that holds down one of its legs. It scampers in fright the minute I lift it off. Perhaps I am like this cockroach, running away from God whenever he comes into my situation. Maybe I run away from Him when I should be running to Him. Maybe just like I tried to help the little cockroach, He's trying to help me by sending people my way. I shake my head at my foolishness, wondering why I let go of the opportunity I had today. Pastor John may just have been God's answer for me. How would I ever know the truth when I still struggle with a war within- Is God real or not?

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ONCE UPON A THURSDAY with Lauren BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN 5 Four months have gone by since I left home. The bulge in my stomach becomes more obvious as the days go by. I feel the stares, I see the pointing fingers, I hear the gossip that roll off the tongues of the market men and women. The hate burning in their hearts can scarcely be concealed as they push their kids behind their backs as I walk by. However, the parents do not stop them from taunting me. Shouts of "mad woman", " big belle" fill my ears. I would save them the stress if I can. I would lie all day on the ground of the grass-infested uncompleted building I call home. What choice do I have when rummaging in the market dump is my only chance at feeding? Since the pregnancy, my appetite has doubled. As much as I hate myself and all that I've been through, I want to win this fight. I don't know what it is, but I garner new strength each day. Sometimes I wonder if Father and Mother ever think of me, if they ever regret their actions. Do they ever go out searching for me? Do they hate themselves? Or perhaps they are happy? I would never really know because I'm millions of miles away from home. I have adjusted to my new nomadic life. I no longer care about reading the signs on the road to tell the location of the places my wandering takes me to. *** The usual bustle of the market is disrupted by a group of people who are setting up chairs, canopies and speakers right in the middle of the market. Buyers and sellers troop out to meet them, curiosity hanging in the air. A tall, dark man wearing a shirt that reads "Reach out Nigeria 2018" speaks into a microphone. He addresses the behemothic crowd with a boldness I have never before seen. "Good afternoon beautiful people. My name is Pastor John." He smiles and peers into the faces of the people to get their attention. Pointing towards the others, he says "These are my members, we are from Christ Embassy. We have come out here to celebrate Nigeria's independence with you." On hearing the name "Christ Embassy", I start to retreat. Religion has never helped anyone, I tell myself. "Anything for the boys?" Someone shouts from the crowd. "Yes o, abeg Oga we no need talk. Na money we need." A cyclist joins in. The man who introduced himself as Pastor John speaks up. "Of course, good people, there's something for each of you." He motions for his members to bring forward the items they have brought along. "There's food and clothes for you all." On hearing this, I turn around, just in time for our eyes to meet. There's a strange look in his eyes. It's nothing like the stares I receive from the market people. It's a look of compassion, I think. I look away shyly and hide behind the crowd. Once you've been given the food packs and clothes, please sit." He continues. "Come this way." He motions for a man who has received his gift items to sit on one of the chairs that have been arranged. It is my turn. Someone from the crowd shoves me. "You hear sey dem mention mad people for here?" "She dey smell sef." He shouts, wrinkling his nose. I resist the urge to sniff my underarms, knowing that I've not showered with a soap or sponge for months. I start to walk away when I feel huge hands on my shoulders. Turning around slowly, my heart warms on seeing Pastor John's smiling face and compassionate eyes. "Don't go, Edidiong. God wants you here at this time." The warm smile still plastered on his face My eyes widen in shock as he calls my name. "But how, how do you know my name, Sir?" I stutter. ...to be continued #beautifullybroken #onceuponathursdaywithlauren #AbeokutaMC #yearofLights ⭐

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ONCE UPON A THURSDAY with Lauren BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN 5 Four months have gone by since I left home. The bulge in my stomach becomes more obvious as the days go by. I feel the stares, I see the pointing fingers, I hear the gossip that roll off the tongues of the market men and women. The hate burning in their hearts can scarcely be concealed as they push their kids behind their backs as I walk by. However, the parents do not stop them from taunting me. Shouts of "mad woman", " big belle" fill my ears. I would save them the stress if I can. I would lie all day on the ground of the grass-infested uncompleted building I call home. What choice do I have when rummaging in the market dump is my only chance at feeding? Since the pregnancy, my appetite has doubled. As much as I hate myself and all that I've been through, I want to win this fight. I don't know what it is, but I garner new strength each day. Sometimes I wonder if Father and Mother ever think of me, if they ever regret their actions. Do they ever go out searching for me? Do they hate themselves? Or perhaps they are happy? I would never really know because I'm millions of miles away from home. I have adjusted to my new nomadic life. I no longer care about reading the signs on the road to tell the location of the places my wandering takes me to. *** The usual bustle of the market is disrupted by a group of people who are setting up chairs, canopies and speakers right in the middle of the market. Buyers and sellers troop out to meet them, curiosity hanging in the air. A tall, dark man wearing a shirt that reads "Reach out Nigeria 2018" speaks into a microphone. He addresses the behemothic crowd with a boldness I have never before seen. "Good afternoon beautiful people. My name is Pastor John." He smiles and peers into the faces of the people to get their attention. Pointing towards the others, he says "These are my members, we are from Christ Embassy. We have come out here to celebrate Nigeria's independence with you." On hearing the name "Christ Embassy", I start to retreat. Religion has never helped anyone, I tell myself. "Anything for the boys?" Someone shouts from the crowd. "Yes o, abeg Oga we no need talk. Na money we need." A cyclist joins in. The man who introduced himself as Pastor John speaks up. "Of course, good people, there's something for each of you." He motions for his members to bring forward the items they have brought along. "There's food and clothes for you all." On hearing this, I turn around, just in time for our eyes to meet. There's a strange look in his eyes. It's nothing like the stares I receive from the market people. It's a look of compassion, I think. I look away shyly and hide behind the crowd. Once you've been given the food packs and clothes, please sit." He continues. "Come this way." He motions for a man who has received his gift items to sit on one of the chairs that have been arranged. It is my turn. Someone from the crowd shoves me. "You hear sey dem mention mad people for here?" "She dey smell sef." He shouts, wrinkling his nose. I resist the urge to sniff my underarms, knowing that I've not showered with a soap or sponge for months. I start to walk away when I feel huge hands on my shoulders. Turning around slowly, my heart warms on seeing Pastor John's smiling face and compassionate eyes. "Don't go, Edidiong. God wants you here at this time." The warm smile still plastered on his face My eyes widen in shock as he calls my name. "But how, how do you know my name, Sir?" I stutter. ...to be continued #beautifullybroken #onceuponathursdaywithlauren #AbeokutaMC #yearofLights ⭐

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ONCE UPON A THURSDAY with Lauren BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN 5 Four months have gone by since I left home. The bulge in my stomach becomes more obvious as the days go by. I feel the stares, I see the pointing fingers, I hear the gossip that roll off the tongues of the market men and women. The hate burning in their hearts can scarcely be concealed as they push their kids behind their backs as I walk by. However, the parents do not stop them from taunting me. Shouts of "mad woman", " big belle" fill my ears. I would save them the stress if I can. I would lie all day on the ground of the grass-infested uncompleted building I call home. What choice do I have when rummaging in the market dump is my only chance at feeding? Since the pregnancy, my appetite has doubled. As much as I hate myself and all that I've been through, I want to win this fight. I don't know what it is, but I garner new strength each day. Sometimes I wonder if Father and Mother ever think of me, if they ever regret their actions. Do they ever go out searching for me? Do they hate themselves? Or perhaps they are happy? I would never really know because I'm millions of miles away from home. I have adjusted to my new nomadic life. I no longer care about reading the signs on the road to tell the location of the places my wandering takes me to. *** The usual bustle of the market is disrupted by a group of people who are setting up chairs, canopies and speakers right in the middle of the market. Buyers and sellers troop out to meet them, curiosity hanging in the air. A tall, dark man wearing a shirt that reads "Reach out Nigeria 2018" speaks into a microphone. He addresses the behemothic crowd with a boldness I have never before seen. "Good afternoon beautiful people. My name is Pastor John." He smiles and peers into the faces of the people to get their attention. Pointing towards the others, he says "These are my members, we are from Christ Embassy. We have come out here to celebrate Nigeria's independence with you." On hearing the name "Christ Embassy", I start to retreat. Religion has never helped anyone, I tell myself. "Anything for the boys?" Someone shouts from the crowd. "Yes o, abeg Oga we no need talk. Na money we need." A cyclist joins in. The man who introduced himself as Pastor John speaks up. "Of course, good people, there's something for each of you." He motions for his members to bring forward the items they have brought along. "There's food and clothes for you all." On hearing this, I turn around, just in time for our eyes to meet. There's a strange look in his eyes. It's nothing like the stares I receive from the market people. It's a look of compassion, I think. I look away shyly and hide behind the crowd. Once you've been given the food packs and clothes, please sit." He continues. "Come this way." He motions for a man who has received his gift items to sit on one of the chairs that have been arranged. It is my turn. Someone from the crowd shoves me. "You hear sey dem mention mad people for here?" "She dey smell sef." He shouts, wrinkling his nose. I resist the urge to sniff my underarms, knowing that I've not showered with a soap or sponge for months. I start to walk away when I feel huge hands on my shoulders. Turning around slowly, my heart warms on seeing Pastor John's smiling face and compassionate eyes. "Don't go, Edidiong. God wants you here at this time." The warm smile still plastered on his face My eyes widen in shock as he calls my name. "But how, how do you know my name, Sir?" I stutter. ...to be continued #beautifullybroken #onceuponathursdaywithlauren #AbeokutaMC #yearofLights ⭐

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