My name is Adesewa. I was raised by God-fearing parents who were blessed with six girls, in which II happened to be the third. I had my HND at Yaba College of Technology and was posted to Kwara State for my youth service.
I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before i was born. My dad loved his mum so much and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was mama’s reincarnate. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything i did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favourite.
When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn’t taking things easy with me at all. She spank me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn’t at home. Sometimes she would lament..”You this spoilt brat!. Your father has spoilt you. See, I will make sure I deal with you before maggots start coming out of your body”
My two elder sisters too, also made life miserable for me, especially, the first born, Temi. She would never tolerate any nonsense from me, she took after mummy.
I gave my life to Christ in secondary school. I used to sing a lot, sometimes I even composed my own song. I joined the church choir when i was just nine years old.
After the 3 weeks orientation programme of d NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room in the school compound at the Corp members’ quarters.
On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where i could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice.
Most of the choir members were younger than I was, so they called me “Aunty” or “Sister Sewa”. One of them was Bode, who used to play the piano in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments,there was no instrument he couldn’t play.
So what about Bode?