Oblivion (fiction)

Oblivion 25

Oblivion 25
“Even if I am responsible, I am not interested in being a Father. Not now” Mikhail remembered her scenario with Dotun. Upon seeing her, he was open and accommodating even expecting her to continue from where they stopped. Till she broke the news of her pregnancy. In that instant his countenance changed to cold “Get rid of that thing. Don’t let it tie you down. See, you have your life ahead of you. You do realize, it’s not a child yet? It’s just mess. I am not interested in being a father.”
She had left with more tears than she came with. Of cores she knew abortion was not an option. She was not even considering it. It would mean killing an innocent baby, but facing her parents seemed even harder than an abortion in itself.
“No child of mine will birth a bastard! And don’t even think of getting an abortion else I will disown you.” Olabiyi said in a breadth “And there is the irresponsible boy that put you in the family way. “Kofo, can you imagine. Get out of my house and don’t come back without the father!”
“Please, don’t do this. Where will she go?” Kofo cried.
“That is her business. I repeat no child of mine will birth a bastard” Kofo held the trousers of her husband. “Get the father and come for your nuptial blessings”

Mrs Bankole knocked at the door adjacent her study room. “Mikhail, you need to eat something.” It was almost two weeks that Mikhail Adeola Martins had been with her as arranged by her mother Kofo. The girl spent her days crying and her nights crying even more. “Open the door, your brother is around.”
As though that was the password, the door flew open. Mark stepped in “Miks, my baby” he hugged her. She shook violently in tears “I am so sorry I disappointed you all”
“Shhh… don’t cry. It is all working for good” he pulled back to kiss her forehead. “Jamal’s mum complains that you haven’t been eating well”
She remained silent. She had become more open to him in the past weeks, she regretted not informing him about her emotions from the beginning.
“Even if you plan to cry, you need to eat a lot so there will be tears”
“Seriously!” Mikhail pinched her brother and giggled at the same time.
“Mum sent some fruits to you. We have been praying God will soften dad’s heart. Jamal should be around soon for his attachment session, so I guess you will have company here.”
“Right” moments were never dull with Mark.

Jamal watched Mikhail as she silently considered which pawn to move on the chessboard. You just had to like her spirit. One thing he was sure of was that she would be a protective mother. She was fast becoming one of his favourite people in the world.
“Quit staring and play” Mikhail’s eyes danced.
“I am waiting for you”
“Hehehe, look at the board mister, CHECKMATE!”
Jamal groaned. “That’s not fair na.”
“That’s what happens when you get carried away, the opponent wins.”
“Right. Why do I get the feeling you are not talking about Chess.” Jamal looked at her
“You feel too much jor, don’t take my words too seriously. You get carried away too easily!” Mikhail pouted.
“Na, I am right here. Tell me Miks, you reconciled with God already, right?”
She nodded
“How do you feel about him in this situation, when he seems silent?”
“Oh, he is not.” Her eyes lit up
“Yes, how do I feel about him? I feel smitten. He is real to me at this time. He is closer. You know just yesterday, I came to terms with the pregnancy being a consequence of my wrong actions. Doesn’t mean, we i.e. the baby and I are less loved. He perfects all that concerns me. I am sure of that. And then there is our friendship. When you go to work or your mom is out. And I begin to feel depressed. I chat him up and we talk far and wide”
“Wow, you can make one jealous” Jamal smiled. He had a thousand and more questions for God. How could she be pregnant? Why was I oblivious to all these? Why were my prayers not answered? Why would she find comfort with my mum and me at this time? Is it significant that I am around this period? How do you plan to step into the situation with her dad?
“Tell me about Tarmar mission. Mark says I should follow you whenever I feel up to it”
“Mikhail, it’s time for your evening stroll. i will tell you as we go, we can pick up some red velvet at supermarket”
She rolled her eyes “The same cakes that got me into trouble”
Jamal laughed. He knew the story too well.
“Good evening Doctor” Mrs. Bankole sat adjacent Olabiyi and his wife.
“Yes dear, how are you doing?”
“I am fine. It’s been a while I heard from you. Doctor, ese mi o. usually, our people will say, ika to ba se, won ma ge kuro. That is cut off the finger that erred, but what happens when it is your own finger?”
“Your daughter Mikhail has been with me almost a month now. And I am not I tired of her presence at all. Why are we parents if our children can’t be children? Children will always err but it is our license to push them over the ledge. I ask you to mercifully consider this story. My late husband Tayo was not Jamal’s biological father. “
Kofo sniffed
“Please do not let it surprise you. You wouldn’t know since we have only been family friends for about thirteen years. Tayo and I have two children but Jamal is not his biologically. My story and Mikhail’s are so similar I find her in my shoes. My father was disappointed but didn’t allow me marry the man even though his family and not him were ready to take responsibility.”
“My point is the Biyi and Kofo, don’t force your daughter to get, married. For the sake of your sanity and her wellbeing. Marriage shouldn’t be her punishment, especially when she and the boy don’t share the same beliefs.”
“Please I beseech you, Forgive Mikhail, she has a bright future and needs you both in her life. At the right time, she will find her own husband. Who will love her and the child. You are pushing her away and it is a recipe for disaster.”
“Thank you for your concern, dear and your wisdom. May you receive kindness in Jesus name. It’s funny how history finds a way to repeat herself. Thank you. We will see her soon”
Thank you Jesus. Kofo smiled.

“I’m a pregnant” Mikhail said with resolve to do right by her child. “Everything in life is dependent on the choices we make…”
Jamal smiled as he listened to the young woman speaking. Even Vivian loved her already. She followed them to Tarmar Mission and had been called upon to speak on choices. At Six months, the baby bump was evident. He often teased her that she was carrying twins.
Maybe one day, He would understand all or maybe not. He thought. He chose to live in the understanding that God knew exactly what he was doing.


Thank you for being a part of this journey.
love you much.
All the glory to Jesus.


  • Alayande Olaide


    #OBLIVION—- What a story.

    Great Job dear.

    Proud of You.

    So much learnt..
    Indeed Marriage shouldn’t be her punishment.

    That one erred with the Devil is not a licence to kuku Marry him.
    Jesus remains the Husband of the church.

    2.Mrs Bankole,my second Family Friend.I love you.You have the feelings of such infirmity, you could easily fit in.

    3.Mark…Good guy,good brother.. Nothing is thicker than Blood. Her mistake in exchange for more love.


    I see it as God saying in your Weakness is my strength perfected.
    And in Your Obedience and Right living is my name forever Glorified.

    A great Job dear
    We wait Your next.

  • Blackboifly

    what a great and inspirational story…we better say no to abortion now…I really got the point!
    what you do after your mistakes determines what you become!

  • pearl

    I’m blessed!

    I don’t know how this story can be given wings to fly to places that is really needed.

    in this side of the world I am, i see so many youngsters that has been pushed into different wrong marriages due to their mistakes. though many of them were not really brought up in the fear of God.

    dad is presently on a case; a very young girl got pregnant for a very young boy. they could not pay up the bill from the healthcare centre where the baby was delivered. it’s over a year now & the nurse is disturbing the girl’s parents as ordered & pressurized by her boss. the girl has been pushed out of her parents’ house to live with her so called husband without any prize & the boy’s family refused to take any responsibility on either of them. & come see this very handsome, yellow-skinned, innocent, bouncing baby…..

    I don’t know how we can sincerely orientate these ignorant youngsters to keep & honour God’s temple which is their body and also orientate their ignorant parents not to use their mistakes as a yardstick for them getting married…..

    please, help me out…….any idea, suggestion e.t.c

    well-done my dear sister, you shall never lack inspiration in Jesus name….love you dearly!

  • Sangotola Adekunle

    What a master piece! We may fall but not keep falling. We can always gather the fragments that remains though it may be painful but much more we can avoid the pitfalls.
    Instead of patching up the scars, We can allow God to heal us and turn our mess to message.

  • Sangotola Adekunle

    What a master piece! We may fall but not keep falling. We can always gather the fragments that remains though it may be painful but much more we can avoid the pitfalls.
    Instead of patching things up, We can allow God to heal us and give us a fresh start.

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