My name is Stella and I live in Lagos Nigeria.
Something strange happened to me in 2011 that make me cry whenever I try to figure out why exactly God forgot me during my trying moment.
It was exactly 3 months since I had lost my husband to accident. He was the only person who understood me and his demise left a huge vacuum in my heart.
I remember the day my husband was being buried, our boss came and consoled me.I was very happy.
Two weeks later, I reported to work. And the first thing my boss told me was to report to his office.
When I entered his room, he gave me a seat and put some tea in a cup. He then went ahead and told me that, because my husband had died, he felt it’s good to give me N50, 000 for me to start life again. I felt so good he was concerned about my well-being.
One week later, he called me again to tell me something important. I thought it was something good but I was shocked what I heard from his own mouth. He told me he could feel happy if I became his girlfriend. But I rejected his request and walked away.
That week, he didn’t talk to me, but I could see him looking at me suggestively whenever we met at the corridor.
Fortunately, there was a function in Lagos which required him to choose whoever he wanted to accompany him for two days. My boss chose me.
The first day after the meeting, he reminded me that he could visit me in my room shortly. I didn’t object the statement because I knew he won’t do anything.
When he arrived, I just opened the door. He came and sat beside me on my bed. Moments later, after a short discussion, he started touching me inappropriately. I stood up immediately and walked home, leaving him calling my name repeatedly.
The following week, as I was reporting to my work, I got the watchman calling me and he handed over to me a big envelop. When I opened it I realized it was a dismissal letter.
I saw darkness. That was the only source of income for me and I didn’t want to lose the job because my husband left for me 3 kids.
Months later, I became so broke until I started selling porridge near our compound. The money was too little but I soldiered on.
I sold porridge for almost 4 year until I was lucky when one of my uncles gave me some money to start a decent hotel. Today I am doing well and my entire family is happy.
On Friday, my former boss came to take tea in my hotel and I realized he was using crutches. Immediately he saw me, he started crying uncontrollably and begging for forgiveness.
When I asked him what was the matter, he told me that he lost his job after spending over 1 year in hospital due to diabetes.
Now he wants me to forgive him because his death is imminent. Can I forgive him.
