All Chapters of A Naija Christmas : Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

FEHINTOLA NEXT DAY.Sunday 8th December.My eyes fluttered open slowly, the throbbing pain in my head intensifying with each passing second. I let out a soft groan and pushed myself into a sitting position, cradling my head in my hands. My fingers massaged my temples as I stretched and reached for my phone on the bedside table. The bright screen lit up, displaying the time: 6:30 a.m. A message from my mother awaited me. Without hesitation, I clicked it open. -Would you be able to come to our church today? We’re having a special thanksgiving service, and I’d like you to be there. I’ve already sent out clothes in case you’d be available,- the text read. I sighed, releasing a stiff yawn as I rubbed my face. So now she wanted me to show up at her church, without any prior notice? Typical. Like I don’t have a life of my own and when they say something I’m just supposed to swing into action. Shaking my head, I swung my legs off the bed and made my way toward the kitchen. My feet felt

FEHINTOLATwelve Days Later.19th December 2024.At the Winery. “I know orders are coming in, but… this won’t quite cut it,” Dami muttered, his voice low with frustration. We stood outside behind tge production area as we just watched the workers do their thing.His words sounded like he was disappointed and I felt it pressing against my own chest tightly. Slowly, I moved closer, slipping my arms around his waist, offering the only solace I could at that moment. “Have you lost hope?” I asked gently, my voice barely above a whisper. “Has God ever failed you before?” Dami turned to face me, his tired eyes meeting mine. He shook his head and let out a heavy sigh. “No, He hasn’t,” he admitted, his voice tinged with exhaustion. “But in times like this, it’s hard to keep believing… to hold on to hope. I cannot help but panic”“The landlord is not taking it easy with me and honestly I need to get my own bigger space,”“It’s not just about bigger space too, will I just get a bigger s