Six months was a short time for her to start sharing her inner thoughts with Mrs Adeleke, although she treated her like her own daughter not like a help that she was. She was wondering if she could ask how to love in her Sunday school class but at the same time she was not sure if she really wanted to share so much of herself with everyone because that was what she saw would be the result if she made the decision to ask and then love. She also could not really shake off the identity she had had for so long in her head; Bukola Disu ‘the help‘ from a poor family in ‘Share’. How she wished she could talk to someone from her family but none of them would have any idea about this man ‘Jesus Christ’.
Bukky!!! Bukola! She suddenly realised she had been seated by the tap all this while when she heard her name called from her subconscious.
Yes Mummy! Mrs Adeleke insisted she called her mum since she had no daughter of her own and she always wanted one. She stood up as she approached her. Child, what is the matter? I have been observing you in the last few days and it appears you have something on your mind. Like I told you from the very beginning, you can always tell me what is bothering you. Bukola was not still sure if she felt comfortable enough to share her thoughts but she thought again; if she did not, how would she ever know for sure what to do about how she felt.
To be continued…