#THE_MIRACLE_I_nee-d_2
EPISODE 28
*[A Month Later]*
“You are glowing!” Kathleen observed as she admired Kimberly who had only returned from her honeymoon only a week ago. It was the first time they were seeing, and that was because Kimberly had called her the previous evening which was Friday, and asked if she would mind having lunch with her at her home.
Kimberly had moved into Eric’s house upon their return to the country, and she looked very much at home dressed in a short pink gown and floppy sli-ppers. Hanging on the walls of the house were their wedding photos.
Kimberly smiled, “I know, right? I guess that is what happens when you marry a good man that genuinely loves you,” Kimberly said, still smiling happily.
Her happiness was infectious, and it automatically made Kathleen smile too, “I guess so,” Kathleen said with a nod.
“By the way, I invited you over because I wanted us to talk about something important. Let’s have lunch while we talk,” Kimberly suggested, standing up to go to the kitchen.
Eric who had been in the be-droom c@m£ out, dressed in camouflage three-quarter shorts and a black T-shirt, “Good afternoon,” Eric greeted with a friendly smile when he saw her.
“Good afternoon Eric,” Kathleen responded with a wi-de smile, “Congratulations once again on your marriage, and welcome back from your honeymoon,” she said with a polite smile.
“Thank you. I’m heading out to meet with your fiance and his best friend,” Eric said, and Kathleen nodded since Pete had told her they had plans of meeting so that Eric could show them the site he had gotten them for the restaurant.
“So I heard. Thank you very much for helping us with this,” Kathleen said with gratitude.
“It’s the least I can do to say thank you for standing up for my wife, and for being friends with her. I really appreciate it,” Eric said, and Kathleen gave him an embarra-ssed smile.
“I hope you all have fun,” she said, not knowing what else to say.
“With those two, I’m sure it’s going to be fun and business,” Eric said with a smile, before heading for the kitchen.
“My crown jewel, I’m about to step out,” he called out ma-king Kathleen smile at the unique pet name.
“Okay baby, have fun,” Kimberly said, coming out to ki-ss him before letting him leave.
Once the dining table was set, both ladies sat down to eat, “Don’t tell me you prepared all of this because I was coming?” Kathleen asked, looking at the table which was decorated with different fruits, and then there was a bowl containing fried rice, another with jollof rice, salad, chicken, turkey, fish, moimoi, dodo, and there was even vegetable soup.
“I didn’t prepare it. Aunty Martha did, even though I asked her to make something simple. So plea-se enjoy the meal,” Kimberly said with a smile.
“I don’t even know what to eat or where to start from,” Kathleen said, salivating as she looked at all the dishes.
Kimberly laughed heartily, “Feel free to help yourself with everything,” she said as she dished out a little salad and turkey for herself.
“How was your introduction? The pictures you posted online were really nice,” Kimberly said as Kathleen dished a bit of everything on her plate, ap@rt from the vegetable soup, turkey and chicken.
“Thanks. I’m glad it was successful. And as I wanted, Pete was able to settle everything on the list that day. I didn’t really want to travel down there twice for introduction and marriage. So I’m glad the traditional rites are over, and we can just do the rest over here,” Kathleen said before scooping a spoon of rice into her mouth.
“That’s nice.”
“Hmm… I will love to meet this Aunt Martha, this rice tastes better than that nons-ense we eat at the mall,” Kathleen said, and Kimberly giggled, which made Kathleen smile. She noticed that Kimberly seemed so light-hearted, and was laughing happily at everything.
“I’m sure you’ll meet her before you leave. She is busy at the moment,” Kimberly said, “Your wedding, how are the preparations coming?” Kimberly asked as they ate.
Kathleen shrugged, “Pete hired an event planner, so she has been the one doing the bulk of the running around. My job is to make sure I don’t put on any weight between now and then, so I can fit perfectly into my gown. Heaven knows all I want is a low-key wedding, but Pete’s mother wouldn’t hear any of it,” Kathleen said, ma-king Kimberly laugh.
“My mother-in-law was like that too. You should know Yoru-ba people are not like us Deltans. They look for every opportunity to throw a big p@rty, especially the wealthy ones. Besides, you can’t blame the woman, he is her first son after all. Just try to enjoy it since weddings are not things you do every day,” Kimberly advised, and Kathleen nodded.
“It’s not like I’m complaining though, I’m just saying.”
“I un-derstand. Anyway, the reason I actually called you, I wanted to know if you plan on retaining your job at the company after marriage, or if you’re going to be working at the restaurant after it is established, or perhaps you have other plans entirely,” Kimberly asked.
Kathleen sighed, “I’ve been thinking and praying about it too, but I’m yet to know what to do. I’m not going to work at the restaurant though. And I know working at the company with my husband at the boss would be awkward. The staff won’t be comfortable around me as their fellow employee,” Kathleen said thoughtfully and Kimberly nodded in un-derstanding.
“You know I run my own company with my Prisca, right?” Kimberly asked.
“Yeah, sure. Why?” Kathleen asked curiously.
“Well, while we were honeymooning, my discussion with you about the NGO c@m£ up, and my husband really loved the idea. He suggested that the both of us could start it up and together while you run it. No nee-d to wait for some time in the future to save souls. Who knows how many young girls would have died before we are even re-ady?” Kimberly asked, ma-king Kathleen blink at her in confusion. What was she saying?
“I’m not saying I’m re-ady to be at the forefront. I’m still battling with my de-sires, and thera-py is helping a lot, thanks to Eric. You won’t believe he made me FaceTime with my thera-pist while we were on our honeymoon when it was time for our weekly appointment,” Kimberly said ma-king Kathleen giggle.
“Anyway, I told him I was going to ask you about it. I don’t know if you’re re-ady, but I and Eric could sponsor it, and then you can run it. God knows the number of girls out there who nee-d our help,” Kimberly suggested, ma-king Kathleen’s eyes fill with tears.
“You want me to run it?” Kathleen asked in a low voice, dropping her spoon.
“Sure. Who else? I honestly think we would both make a good team because we repres-ent the two most possible outcomes of s-xual abuse. While I bec@m£ promiscuous, you withdrew from men. So we both have a lot we can teach young ladies,” Kimberly said with a smile.
Judging by the excitement in her voice and on her face, Kathleen could tell that the more Kimberly spoke about it, the happier she bec@m£. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything immediately. You still have time to think about it. Besides I and Eric alre-ady prayed about it. You could also pray about it and allow God to lead you. And also discuss it with Pete,” Kimberly said with an encouraging smile.
“My thera-pist said, we all have a purpose, and if we all decide to wait until we are re-ady to fulfill it, then countless lives would have been lost before we are re-ady,” Kimberly concluded.
“You’re so wise, you know?” Kathleen asked with a smile.
“I think I’m gradually attaining Posttraumatic growth. My thera-pist said I’m improving really fast, and I think it’s all because of everyone of you God s-ent into my life. The books you gave me really helped me too,” Kimberly said ma-king Kathleen smile happily.
Kathleen knew without a doubt that this was what she wanted to spend her life doing. Helping people heal, and seeing them as happy as Kimberly was. This was what her calling was.
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*Wedding day*
“Ngozika, wake up,” Kathleen’s mother called softly as she turned on the light and tapped Kathleen’s shoulder.
“Why? Is it morning alre-ady?” Kathleen asked sleepily, not wanting to open her eyes. The previous day had been hectic with all the running around and final preparations for their wedding, so she wanted to get enough rest before Ella and her girls arrive to fix her hair and do her make-up.
“Sit up!” Her mother ordered sternly, and Kathleen reluctantly opened her eyes and sat up on the be-d.
They were at a three-be-droom shortlet ap@rtment which Pete had rented for her and her family for the purpose of their wedding. It would be weird for her to leave for the church from his house and return there as a bride, plus there was no way her entire family could fit into her BQ, hence he had rented the place for them to stay there for a week. Thankfully it was April, and schools were on break, so her younger ones had all been able to travel.
“What is it this time?” Kathleen asked with a frown as she checked the time on her phone. It was past four in the morning, and she still had two hours to rest before Ella would get there.
“This is not the time to rest. You can rest after the wedding, but right now I want to talk to you. I might not have the chance to talk to you before you leave for your honeymoon.”
“What do you want to talk about that you haven’t said the last time?” Kathleen asked, thinking her mother wanted to give her another marital advice.
“s-x. I didn’t tell you about s-x,” Kathleen’s mother said, ma-king Kathleen look at her in embarra-ssment. She was going to be receiving s-x education from her mother right now?
“Mom…”
“Keep quiet. I believe until now you have not been with a man, am I right? Or have you done it with Pete?” Her mother asked, ma-king Kathleen cringe, “Stop acting like a kid and answer me!” Her mother snapped at her.
“I haven’t,” Kathleen answered finally.
“Have you watched videos or re-ad any books about how to go about it?” Her mother asked again, ma-king Kathleen wish the ground would open up and swallow her. What sort of embarra-ssing questions were these?
Kathleen’s mother kept staring at her until she finally shook her head, “No.”
Kathleen’s mother sighed wearily. She couldn’t un-derstand the sort of daughter she had. How could she not have at least re-ad about s-x? How was she going to satisfy her husband in this modern world? Even at her age she still re-ad about s-x, so how could her daughter not?
“What do you know about s-x? Or better put, how much do you know about s-x?” Her mother asked again.
“Can we not talk about this? plea-se? It is embarra-ssing,” Kathleen pleaded.
“I fear if we don’t talk about this now because you’re feeling too embarra-ssed, what we might be talking about in time to come would be how to make your husband stop coming back home late. And perhaps by the time you stop being embarra-ssed to talk about it, it might be too late,” her mother said, ma-king her frown.
“He won’t cheat on me.”
“Even pastors cheat when they are s-xually starved. Yes, there are decent men out there who might not cheat. But would you prefer that your faithful loving husband endures marriage with you, or that he enjoys spending every moment with you because you satisfy his nee-ds, both physically, spiritually, mentally, and most importantly, s-xually?”
“I want him to enjoy being married to me,” Kathleen said, and her mother nodded.
“Remember what I told you before about dressing up nicely? When you are with your husband you shouldn’t be ashamed of being na-ked. You have to always tease him with your b©dy. Make him crave you every moment. I alre-ady asked Isioma to pack those your silly house gowns, I will take them home with me and give them out to charity.”
“You did what?” Kathleen asked in disbelief.
“You don’t nee-d those clothes. Have you ever seen me tying a wra-pper around your father?” She asked, and Kathleen narrowed her eyes as she tried to remember.
She shook her head, “No.”
“Good. So you can’t get married and feel too relaxed and comfortable. Let’s get back to the s-x issue. Men don’t like women who are frigid or inactive in be-d. s-x is a two-way thing, so you have to make sure you give as much as you’re receiving. Don’t just lie still on the be-d. Roll your w@!st, ki-ss him, make s-xy sounds.”
In as much as Kathleen appreciated the lecture, she was sure she was going to die of embarra-ssment. Had Sharon been the one talking to her about these things it would have been better. Where was Sharon anyway?
“Most men love having their wives on top of them during s-x, so make sure you offer to ride him, could be cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, or…”
“Cowgirl?” Kathleen asked her mother in confusion.
Her mother looked at her for a little while before standing up. Kathleen thought she was going to leave, but her mother took off her sli-ppers and got on the be-d. She knelt on the be-d and placed a pillow between her thi-ghs to repres-ent the man she was straddling.
Kathleen’s eyes rounded in surprise when she realized what her mother was up to, “Now pay attention to what I’m doing,” her mother said and started whining her w@!st in circles.
“Do you see what I’m doing? I’m spelling COCONUT with my w@!st.”
‘Coco what? God! I can’t believe this!’ Kathleen thought in her head, wishing for it all to be a dream. Unfortunately, it wasn’t, and her mother kept talking.
“Now me being on top of him and facing him is cowgirl. Now for reverse cowgirl, I have my back to him,” her mother said, turning around and showing her different ways to position, “Make s-x fun. Do fun things. Say funny things, maintain eye contact when it is intense, give throaty mo-ans, give him soft love bites,” She said as she re-moved the pillow from un-der her and sat on the be-d, looking at Kathleen.
“We are done, right?” Kathleen asked hopefully. By now every trace of sleep had disappeared from her eyes and all she wanted was for her mother to go far away from her room. She loved the woman no doubt, but she was just too much to handle. She doubted every mother gave their children such lectures.
“Done? We just got started,” her mother a-ssured her with a smile.
Now I’m sure you have heard of doggy?” She asked.
“Yes, I have,” Kathleen said since she had often heard it being mentioned.
“Now the correct position for doggy is this,” her mother said kneeling on the be-d with her a-ss raised in the air, while her che-st and hands were resting on the be-d, “As I said, don’t stay still. Even in this position roll your w@!st,” her mother said, rolling her w@!st ever so slowly, and then going very fast, and then acting like she was bouncing.
‘Sweet Jesus!’ Kathleen muttered un-der her breath. This woman was something. Now she un-derstood why her mother was the most sought marriage counselor at their church back at home.
“Now let’s go to bl-ow jobs…”
“No! It’s enough, plea-se. Don’t worry I will ask Sharon or watch YouTube videos and re-ad or do anything, just don’t continue or I’m going to die,” Kathleen pleaded desperately, ma-king her mother shake her head at her.
“If you say so. At least don’t say I didn’t try,” Her mother said as she reached for a black nylon which Kathleen hadn’t noticed before, and handed it to her, “Wear this after you take off your wedding clothes.”
Kathleen opened the nylon to see a s-xy red silk teddy lingerie. It had a de-ep V halter stra-p ne-ckline, and the back was expo-sed, only covering the a-ss region. She looked at her mother’s face and saw her smiling at her expectantly, “Thank you.”
“Okay. Can you at least practice what I’ve thought you so I can see if you un-derstood?”
“Mummy!” Kathleen half yelled, ma-king the woman laugh.
“Okay o. I’m going to meet my husband. By the way, use the inside of yourl-ips and your ton-gue, no teeth.”
“To do what?” Kathleen asked in confusion.
“To give your husband bl-ow job,” her mother said with a giggle as she walked away, leaving Kathleen staring at her in dismay. What a way to start her wedding morning.
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