Vivian Kay is a debut Christian author whose faith stories are woven around the themes of imperfection, divine encounters and redemption. Her book ‘Secret Places’ is one of her well-read pieces.
Recently, Nigeria Skincare Expert Leslie Okoye wrote a short caption on her experience of reading the book. She says it’s a great storytelling from the author that explains how important it is to have faith. Here’s her caption
When I got this book#SecretPlaces by @viviankayauthor I expected it to be about all about God. But it was an emotional rollercoaster with unexpected twists and turns. Not to spoil it for you but it’s about two couples who are experiencing difficulties in their marriages. Moni and Sam’s marriage is falling apart and they decide to try an unconventional marriage intervention, and Debo and Adele appear to have the perfect relationship but you never know what really goes on behind closed doors. That’s all i’m saying 😉#Secretplaces@quramopublishing
Great storytelling from the author that explains how important it is to have faith.
In case you missed this, here’s and excerpt:
AT FIRST, MONI BADMUS thought she needed to get her forty-year-old eyes checked because surely her vision was failing her. Either that or she was hallucinating. She shut her eyes tightly and opened them again. Her vision was not blurry, and her mind was as sharp as the blade of a chef’s knife. That was her daughter, Shekinah.
Dressed in the too-tight camouflage pants she was supposed to add to the Goodwill pile, Shekinah was standing outside the strip mall with a group of teens. Moni recognized some of them as Shekinah’s classmates. Her eyes widened at the sight of their multiple tattoos and piercings.
Long, gold braids piled on top of her head, untied hightop sneaker laces trailing behind her, Shekinah did not look like she was dressed for school. In fact, Moni knew she was not dressed for school, because she had been wearing a completely different outfit when she left home that morning.
Moni stepped out of her car and took rapid steps toward the little group. She willed Shekinah not to turn around and see her. She wanted her to nearly throw up as she herself had almost done when she heard Shekinah’s unmistakable laughter.
She thought Shekinah was going to faint when she turned to see who had given her a light tap on her back. “Mom!”
Since she was only five feet two, Moni was forced to tilt her head. Her blood pressure shot right up when she saw Shekinah’s heavy kohl-lined eyes and bright red lips. She and Miss 15-going-on-30 just had a talk about not wearing heavy makeup to school. Did the child listen to anything she said?
“Let me guess? This is a field trip and any moment now I’m going to see a teacher?”
Shekinah bit down on her lip, smearing her teeth with the ridiculous lipstick she was wearing. Even in the frosty Brampton cold, Moni thought she saw beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. That’s right be afraid, Moni thought. I need you to be afraid of me or we’ll never get out of the cycle of rebellion.
“We’re allowed to leave the school grounds during our lunch hour.”
Shekinah’s friends began backing away from them. Soon, they were alone.
Moni raised an eyebrow. “You’re several blocks away from your school.”
“We just came to see someone working here,” Shekinah said as she looked around her.
“Your friend works at a tattoo parlor?”
“No.” The scowl on her face was identical to her father’s. “Mom, you’re embarrassing me.”
“I’m sure your lunch is over,” Moni said. “I’ll take you back to school.”
For a minute, she thought Shekinah was going to run after her friends. Instead, she stormed off toward their minivan.
Moni took a deep breath and counted backwards from ten as she hurried after her. If Shekinah knew what was good for her, she would keep any complaints to herself.
“Who were those kids?” Moni asked, pulling her seatbelt around her. “I don’t even recognize most of them.”
“That’s because you don’t pay attention to anything that’s not work-related,” Shekinah replied rudely.
“Excuse me.” Moni snatched her head back. “I don’t pay attention? How could I not pay attention to you? You’re like a neon sign at a cheap motel. Who could miss you?” Moni, a soft answer turns away wrath.
She ignored the familiar voice in her head. It would be easy to give soft words if the child had not developed an allergy to the word “no”.
“Well, Dad isn’t wearing makeup and you don’t pay attention to him either.”
“And who told you it’s appropriate for you to talk to me like that about my marriage?”
Shekinah had been facing the window, but she turned to her and looked her squarely in the eyes. “I live in the house, too.”
Moni realized she did, and a cold house it had become. But still, that did not give her the right to mouth off and be disrespectful. “Your father and I will work things out.”
Shekinah guffawed before saying, “Good luck.”
Moni was going to scream at her to stay out of grown folks’ business, but the tears that welled in her daughter’s eyes stopped her. They were familiar tears. Moni was struck by the fact that this was her child and she was not even sure if they were real anymore. Shekinah turned on the waterworks every time she got in trouble. But Moni knew she could not just let things go because her daughter appeared to be hurting.
“When did you start changing in the middle of the day?” She did not get a response. “Do I need to make random visits to your school to check out your clothes?”
Shekinah shrugged. “Dad doesn’t have a problem with my make-up and clothes.”
Good Ole’ Daddy Sam. Of course, he would support his daughter’s marginal choices since she could do no wrong in his clouded eyes. “I’m not going to let you ruin your life on my watch.”
“You just like making my life miserable.”
Moni shook her head. “If not getting your way is what’s making you miserable, you can consider this practice for adult life.”
Shekinah rolled her eyes upward. Moni realized that had not come out quite the way she wanted it to. Her bitterness over the state of her marriage had leaked into her conversation with her daughter. Not good. “What I meant was, you have to learn that you can’t always get what you want. Believe me, not everything you want is good for you.”
Lips pursed, Shekinah turned away.
Moni turned the key in the ignition. She had to get back to work.
When they arrived at the school, Shekinah got out of the vehicle and slammed the door. What had happened to the precious child she had fasted and prayed for years for, Moni wondered as she watched Shekinah’s tall, lean figure march off. It was as if someone had broken into their home, stole her real daughter, and left an angry, defiant teenager at their doorstep.
Excerpt Source: Bella Naija