PART I

Unen’s Story

Unen: Pastor, I have a story.
Pastor: What is it about?
Unen: It is my story, a story about myself, a story about my life, a story about my whole being. Will
you like to hear?
Pastor: O yes! I am listening.
Unen: I was born into wealth. My parents were rich, they were in opulent wealth, they had power, position and were recognized and respected. I mean my father was in paying businesses. He was a produce merchant: Palm oil and kernels which he exported to the white man’s country. He was also in oil and gas business. He didn’t stop there. Father was a multi-business mogul. He was also an importer of essential commodities salt, rice, electronics etc. Father was an international business man. Exporter and importer. He was a globe-trotter going to the white man’s countries to arrange his business. Father wasn’t only rich but wealthy. But death snatched father and left six of us fatherless and my mother a widow.
Pastor: Pity in dead!
Unen: Pastor, before his death, father sent me to the best school that was available. He equipped me very well for my studies, and ensured that I ate, dressed and lived well. Being his first child and daughter, father valued and loved me more than all my siblings. I was top on the list of his priorities. Not that he didn’t love my siblings. No! he did. For he sent all of us to the best schools and ensured that we were well sheltered and cared for.
Pastor: Praise the Lord!
Unen: Pastor when father died mother took over all responsibilities. The businesses still went on but below father’s level. But we had no regrets. Before his death father had trained all his children and got them established in their chosen careers. On my own part, I decided to go into business and father funded and got me established. Pastor, I remember father for so many things. But the one advice he gave to all of us is ever present in my mind. He said “my children, it is better for one to look for the black goat in the day time.” I didn’t understand what father meant. Because in our house there was no white or black goat. The only domestic animals were big dogs and turkey. The dogs were security guards while the Turkey served the xmas meals and other festive occasions.
Pastor: Your father’s statement or advice was a good one. His advice simply meant that “there is time for everything.” Or hit the iron while it is hot.
Unen: Pastor my mother as I said took over all responsibilities. But the poor widow had her limitations. By then all my siblings the three boys (now men) had their own wives and children. My younger sisters had married and were running their own families. I was now left to look after mother. They said I was still a spinster and of course the most senior of them all. I didn’t protest. I saw it as my destiny.
Pastor: Destiny? It’s more than that.
Unen: Pastor not too long mother’s health hit the rocks. She was sick, very sick. Everything was done to get her well. From one doctor to the other all in private hospitals. A lot of money was spent. Pastor, if money could save anybody’s life, mother wouldn’t have tasted death. After spending millions mother still died. She was only 53 years.
Pastor: Very sad indeed!
Unen: Before she died mother used to advise me. She would always say: Unen my daughter: “think of your future plan for it.” Pastor, mother’s death was a disaster. All of us wept! And wept!! And wept!!!. But the joy and consolation and indeed my satisfaction is that I live to bury my mother. A dutiful wife, a caring and loving mother, a pearl, Nay a jewell of great value. OH! OH!! OH!!! My beloved Jewel!
Pastor: It’s Ok, calm down, please take heart! The Good Lord is there for you. I know it’s painful to lose a dear mother. But the Lord “giveth and He taketh”!
Unen: Pastor, please hear this: Father and mother are no more. My siblings are men and women. They are independent with their families. What is my fate? Oh Destiny! OH fate!!
Pastor: Enough please. The scriptures says let the death bury the dead, you have buried your parents that’s a plus for you. Listen to this: your parents have done their bit in this world. From your story they have lived a fruitful and fulfilled life. It’s now your turn. You must face life and accept the reality as it is. Let me stop there for now. May God bless and keep you.

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