The pastor’s wife
Episode 21
It was raining.
I can’t remember the exact time it was, but I knew it was midnight.
I felt something on my face, and tried to pu-ll it off, before realizing it was an oxygen tube. Lizzy held my hands to make sure I don’t make further movements.
“You will be fine.” she whispered.
Then I noticed that I wasn’t lying on my be-d, the mattress was softer.
There were lots of people in the room, I tried to open my eyes f0rç£fully.
“she is opening her eyes.”
A tiny loud voice said. My stomach dropped, and I could hear my heartbeat come to an abrupt halt on the monitor.
Then my eyes caught up with David, he was carrying Mfon in his arms, he had bandage tied around his n£¢k.
I stared at him in complete utter and disbelief as my heart picked again.
Lizzy’s eyes were we-t with anger and tears. I knew she wanted to tell me something, a lot of things.
“you will be fine bestie.” she said soothingly. I was surprise that Lizzy would refer to me as her bestie.
She pu-lls out the oxygen tube gently from my nose.
“can you breath?” she asked. I nodded my head slowly.
“you pas-sed out.” She whispered.
David ran out of the room immediately he saw my mouth moving.
“he doesn’t know that you are pregnant. I told the doctors not to inform him.” she whispered again, this time very slow.
Not long, David walked in with doctors and nurses. A doctor whose name tag re-ads ‘Dr Alphonsus’ gave me an apologetic smile and placed the stethoscope on my che-st.
“if she is now well, prepare her for cell tomorrow morning, I want her to be beaten up mercilessly by those police men, just like they did to my son!” Georgina yelled.
“Mom, you are so heartless, even in her pains you still hate her? what sort of a human being are you?” David asked looking amazed.
“What is it that you see in this barren woman!”
“She is not barren, but you are .” Lizzy retorted, her face changed to the real face of terror and anger. she continued.
“have you ever put to birth in your life? oh, you think I don’t know that it’s only you and my late mother who was your best friend that knows that you bought David from her just because she couldn’t afford paying her school fees at medical school, and my father who was your late husband’s driver could not also afford s£nding his young wife to her dream medical school….” Georgina’s face crumbles as she looked around blankly.
“What are you insinuating Lizzy?” David asked looking confused and terrified.
madness coated the air that night, secrets were unveiled, and the rain kept falling uncontrollably.
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Episode 22
It felt like I was watching a movie, there was tension in the air. I had never seen Georgina with such countenance; She was dry faced and tensed.
“I gave birth to you my son” she said in a shaky voice.
“Is the holy bishop still in denial?” Lizzy asked sarcastically.
Everyone was in shock, we all placed a gaze on Georgina.
“This was meant to be a secret I was gonna die with. I promised my mother not to reveal it to anyone. My mother believed that bishop Georgina did her a hvge favor by s£nding her to school and taking adoption of her son.”
“Jesus Christ!” David exaggerated.
“Georgina was afraid that my mother was going to come back for her son afterwards. when you were 2years old David, she took you to a place in India called Hussan Takri’s shrine in India and casted a spell on you. She lied to her husband that she was going for an international christian women’s conference. She told my mom this out of anger. She never wanted you to believe this. she told my mother this because my mother wanted to pay her all the money she spent on her in Medical school and get you back.”
“And why did she cast a spell?”
” So that you will do whatever she ask you to do. And never believe our mother.”
” Oh my God!” David exclaimed, tears prickled at the t©p of his nose.
“you now see why I never wanted to d@t£ you while we were teenagers? When I told our mother that I was in love with you, she said to me that I can’t be in love with my blood brother.”
Everything inside of Georgina Froze except her heart. An explosion of heat detonated inside her che-st, shooting out in sharp edged pins. The thumb of heart pounded with a f0rç£ against her ribcage.
At this moment, Georgina was looking as disgr-untled as she felt.
“And you call yourself a woman of God. I am not sure the holy spirit leads you to minister to your congregation mom.” David said, p@n-ting. He stood there, his legs throbbing. He glanced up to find me staring at him. His face firmed. The glance we shared was strangely inti-mate.
“I am sorry.” he whispered.
Georgina stood up immediately and walked out of the ward. David walked down to Lizzy.
“I have seen how your mom….” he paused and then continued. ” our mom loved me so much, I felt it wasn’t ordinary, there was this bond between us. Why didn’t you tell me this a long time ago?”
“I didn’t want to break mom’s heart, I swore to her that I won’t let anyone know of this.”
“You’ve been my sister all these while?” His scowl de-epened, and now he looked quite fierce.
Lizzy nodded.
The kids were de-eply asleep, Mfon on David’s arms, while Teye was on the couch.
Looking at them, my spirit bec@m£ lifted.
“I will be here with you till you get better.”
David whispered calmly.
I felt my eye brows put together in a frown as he stared at me desperately.
Final Episode
Dear Diary,
I rolled out of be-d looking like a corpse bride. I was grudgingly wandering around the room and looking for what to wear to Church that morning. Then I noticed everywhere was calm and quiet.
“Where are my children?” I asked myself. I hurriedly ran out to check and didn’t find anyone at home.
Then I saw a yellow sticky note on the re-ading desk.
I opened it hastily and it re-ad ‘Breakfast set for my pregnant wife, see us in church for a welcome p@rty. love, David.’
There was something about this p@rticular Sunday morning, it had a smell of peace, love and hope.
When David broke my heart I wept, but the holy spirit led me to job 22:38 which says “thou shall decree a thing, and it shall be established unto thee; and the light shall shine upon thy ways.” Then I went to him and cried out my eyes, I decreed that I wanted my home back, my husband and the church we founded together, he heard me.
It’s amazing how things can change back to normal in such a short period of time, oh the wonders of manifestation of the lord worked. My services in his vineyard paid me off.
I wore my favorite dress, the one I bought from le dress, west division street, Chicago.
I applied a foundation powder on my face after a very long while. I wanted to look like a beautiful bride, whose groom awaited at the church podium. It was a special day, the day I reunited with my family and the congregation of hills ministries, both old and new members.
I drove myself to church that morning, feeling beautiful in my satin lilac go-wn, and my Dorothy Perkins stiletto heel. The cream fascinator I pined to my hair had a long peac0ckfeather on it, which gave me a perfect stylish look. There was something about the scent I used, Avon fire reminded me of the real day I wedded David. Everything about this day was beautiful.
I stepped into the church auditorium like a goddess of peace and hope.
I was a symbol of God’s beauty.
David was about to give the sermon of the day when my pres£nce got his attention.
There was this cool tension that covered the atmosphere.
I held my gaze, I didn’t waver, didn’t even blink an eye.
All I heard was screams and multi-ple hands cl@pping. It felt like I was about to go receive an Oscar award, it was the best moment of my life, the day God rewrote my story.
David sh0t me a rueful look and walked towards me, he seemed surprise.
David regarded me with a cool, pene-trated gaze that seemed to see throu-gh my soul.
“Welcome my love.” He whispered to my ears.
He hoisted me off the ground, as if I weighed not more than a favoured rag doll.
There was more screams in the air as he held me down the podium. I could hear the choir screaming “thank you Jesus.”
Then I stood by him, he was re-ady to tell the story.
“the lord is good?” he said huskily, placing his mouth on the microphone.
“I am a living witness.” the church answered in unison.
Then he began to talk. Lizzy and the kids were on the front roll, excitedly waiting to hear him speak.
Then I looked up, there was a large crowd, it was the largest service I had ever seen.
The whole church stood still as he cleared his throat and began the narration.
I felt a sudden urge to smile throu-gh my tears. r0m@nç£is such a wonderful thing.
We were in America and it was Autumn, and the trees had grown antlers. David had given the kids and I a surprise holiday trip.
I stood by the window, admiring David and the girls pla-ying basket ball on the small field. The Vacation house was striking, specially built for a family vacation.
I walked over the balcony and caught my breath. I gaze upon a sweeping lawn, then sp©tted a tempting path that led past a tinkling fountain. Oak, hickory, and dogwood trees vied for space in the hvge area. I imagined how beautiful the grounds would be in spring when the dogwoods were in bloom.
Moments later, after he made the kids to sleep, he was right behind me. He held me backwardly and held my face with his hands. His glance blazed down at me.
“Thank you for having me back my love.”
He whispered.
For a long, unsettling moment I s-en-sed him grow still, and his gaze seemed to excavate de-ep inside my soul.
“mom announced yesterday that she doesn’t wanna be bishop anymore.” He said looking directly into my eyes.
“How did you hear that?”
“The archbishop Desmond Delaney informed me yesterday, that he just got the resignation letter.”
“she would give her life to Christ fully now.” I thought aloud.
“She is ma-king a public confession at the church head br@nch on Sunday, we won’t be there.”
“She is still your mother. You grew un-der her shadows, you still have to take care of her and be by her side, especially now.” My voice broke into a whisper.
Hisl-ips formed a smile, he brou-ght down his head and k!$$£d my big tummy.
How I survived without the utterly necessary intim-acy with my husband over these days haunted me.
“I have longed for your t©uçh.” I said, pushing myself to him.
“And do you know how long I have wanted this special moment?” he responded, his rich voice thre-aded with unconstrained pas-sion.
He emitted a harsh voiced gr0@nand k!$$£d me ha-rd , so ha-rd that my teeth andl-ips connected r0ûghly with his.
He bec@m£ gentle when he remembered I was pregnant. His wi-de eyes were on my stomach. His hunger for me reached out for me and filled the wild, empty spaces in my own longing, so when he took me, pene-trating de-ep t—-t, everything inside of me softened willingly. It had always been like this, until the day Ifeoma c@m£ into our lives. But things were about to get even better.
k!ss!ngmy tears away, he drove ha-rd into my b©dy and fell against me after a while. our bodies were lightly sheened with sweat. As the £r0ticscent of vanilla and strawberry on our skin mingled.
I wra-pped myself in his arms and willed my tears of hurts away. Instead of dwelling in the past, I held on the precious moments like an unexpected matchless gift, and nob©dy would take that away from me.
We visited our new church in Houston and there was joy in our hearts as David stood on the podium. It was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, God made this book beautiful.
THE END.