Moyeni′s Lottery
Moyoeni sat on the stone beside the road where two foot path met and look distinctively and longingly at the lonely path, just when the sun has cast its hue of delicate violet and gold upon the sky.
Each rustle sends her on her feet only to be met with disappointment.
She had been there the Previous day, the day before and ever since her husband Oyinola, whom she just got married to, left her to join the Civil war.
She will sit on that particular stone and wait, each day with a longing hope that Oyinola will walk back from the same path he took on that fateful day, he took this journey of no return.
The young women on their way to the stream every morning cast a mournful and sorrowful look at the poor young wife.
While some encouraged her, the young men who had wooed her as a young unmarried madien jeered at her and mocked her.
Every journey back home came with heart wrenching sorrow and pain that cut delicately through the fibres of her heart. Admist this, Hope bloomed like a Lotus flower inside of her and kept pushing her back to the path.
On this faithful day, filled with disappointment, she was about making her way home when the bush just ahead of her rustled and a Silhouette was seen making his way through the bush.
She paused a little as her eyes caught the deep brown eyes that drew her into them with so much depth and intensity.
The thin and deep tribal Mark a little below the chin. She stood dazed at him, while he ran steadily and engulfed her in a tight hug.
She hugged him as well with same intensity with tears streaming their eyes. They both cried profusely with excitement vibrating in their bones.
Moyeni left that path that day with a Lottery. The Lottery is her long lost lover.
Like Moyeni, Christ wait for each and everyone of us to find our path back to him.
Each single day he waits for us in that path just to find us. Unrelenting, his love searches for us and yearn for us as well.
Find him today!
#Lovethegreatestbalm
#Perdonaldevelopment
Each rustle sends her on her feet only to be met with disappointment.
She had been there the Previous day, the day before and ever since her husband Oyinola, whom she just got married to, left her to join the Civil war.
She will sit on that particular stone and wait, each day with a longing hope that Oyinola will walk back from the same path he took on that fateful day, he took this journey of no return.
The young women on their way to the stream every morning cast a mournful and sorrowful look at the poor young wife.
While some encouraged her, the young men who had wooed her as a young unmarried madien jeered at her and mocked her.
Every journey back home came with heart wrenching sorrow and pain that cut delicately through the fibres of her heart. Admist this, Hope bloomed like a Lotus flower inside of her and kept pushing her back to the path.
On this faithful day, filled with disappointment, she was about making her way home when the bush just ahead of her rustled and a Silhouette was seen making his way through the bush.
She paused a little as her eyes caught the deep brown eyes that drew her into them with so much depth and intensity.
The thin and deep tribal Mark a little below the chin. She stood dazed at him, while he ran steadily and engulfed her in a tight hug.
She hugged him as well with same intensity with tears streaming their eyes. They both cried profusely with excitement vibrating in their bones.
Moyeni left that path that day with a Lottery. The Lottery is her long lost lover.
Like Moyeni, Christ wait for each and everyone of us to find our path back to him.
Each single day he waits for us in that path just to find us. Unrelenting, his love searches for us and yearn for us as well.
Find him today!
#Lovethegreatestbalm
#Perdonaldevelopment