Twelve verses in and she was more confused than ever. The passage was obviously a letter addressed to the elders of Jerusalem exiles. What had it got to do with her? She was pretty sure she wasn’t from Jerusalem. Or was she? The other aspects of the letter could as well have been written in catonese because she couldn’t make sense of it. She closed the bible and slipped it back under the pillow. If ‘God’ had such great plans, why let them go into exile and suffer? Was losing her memory God’s way of sending her on her exile journey? Would she also have to wait seventy years? The thought of that was more disturbing than she would have wanted. She wasn’t going to think about it tonight. She was going to ask her mum later in the day tomorrow. She seemed to have a lot of answers to most of her ‘christian’ questions so far and clarifying issues concerning God’s plan for her life shouldn’t be much of an issue.
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For the first time since she got up from bed that morning, Temi could lay comfortably and silently although the condition of the thoughts on her mind were the opposite. She snuggled closer to her husband who wrapped his arms closely around her and kissed her forehead. She heard him let out a long sigh, the sigh that signified that the conditions of their thoughts and emotions are akin.