MY RICH WIFE
Kauna refused to confess to her family who was responsible for her pregnancy. She endured all the persecutions and intimidations for a whole month. I begged her to let us run away together since she has chos£n not to get an ab-ortion. I made her realise the implications of our action but she seemed to have a hidden plan. My silence bec@m£ my nightmare to me. This is the time I nee-ded to talk to someone about my plight.
I called our pastor to confide in him and seek his counsel. Pastor Lanre was really disappointed on hearing my confession. His first statement broke my heart so badly. “A man who set his house on fire must inhale the smoke of the fire, you must take responsibility for your action”, he said. He sounded a bit harsh on me as he rained insults on me. “You have to confess your sin to your wife and father-in-law before they discover you are responsible for the pregnancy,” he counseled. But how can I stand before my wife and tell her I impregnated her sister or before my no nons-en-se father-in-law that I impregnated his daughter? This is the most difficult thing to do this time.
I begged pastor Lanre to as-sist me because I was loosing my mind. He led me in a short prayer of confession and asked me to give him my wife’s number. I dictated the number and he sto-red it on his phone. “You will be placed on three days dry fasting starting right away. I will see you after I must have talked to your wife. You may go,” he said. I left pastor’s office like Adam who was driven from Eden. Going back to the house was like going to hell. On the third and the last day of my fast, pastor was in the house as early as 7:30am. About fifteen minutes later, Jocelyn’s father joined us with her mother. When Jocelyn’s parents c@m£ in, I knew that was all for me. I was shriving like a man whom rain had beaten. Without anyb©dy telling me I knew what the meeting was for.
Pastor Lanre opened the meeting with a short prayer and greeted everyone seated. Jocelyn was agitated and restless because pastor Lanre hadn’t told her the purpose of the meeting. Pastor Lanre took up his Bible, preached a long sermon on forgiveness and mercy. Everyone was quiet waiting for pastor to break the news but he was perambulating from one idiom to the other. After all his long sermon he broke the news. “Sir, Kauna is pregnant and unfortunately your son-in-law, brother Patrick is responsible” he has not finish his statement when Jocelyn left her seat and bounced on me, gave me a h0t bite by my right arm and the drama began. Pastor was trying to calm Jocelyn down but she was really angry. While the drama was still on, Jocelyn’s father went outside and c@m£ in with his ordely and I was taken away without a word from Jocelyn’s father.
I was handed over to Garki area police command. From dry fasting to the cell. I was not opportune to break my fasting before the incident, so I c@m£ into the cell with an empty stomach. For these two times I have been kept in custody, I un-derstood the saying that “your torture is based on who you offend and not the gravity of your offence.” When they began to torture me I fainted several times but nob©dy cared. Suffering was far an un-derstatement compared to what I went throu-gh in police custody. Right there I made a covenant with God that I won’t go to hell if he could save me from this trouble and give me another chance. If hell will be h0tter than my experience in police custody then no man deserve to go there.
MY RICH WIFE