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    EPISODE 1
    “Do you remember the promises
    you made to me before we got
    married?” Jenny asked not
    taking her eyes off Michael.
    Michael could not understand
    her anymore. He was sure she
    ought to be furious at him but
    she was calm all through, which
    scared the hell out of him,
    praying within himself that she
    had not lost her mind. “Michael
    I am talking to you. Look at me,”
    she said, making a failed
    attempt to raise her voice due to
    the pains resulting from the
    swelling at the right corner of
    her mouth. She adjusted her frail
    body from resting on the wall
    into a better sitting position on
    the cold tiles obviously ready to
    unburden her heart to him no
    matter how difficult it would be.
    She was fed up with bottling her
    misery and pains since her
    return from the hospital two
    days ago. Michael wondered
    how he suddenly became the
    cause of her anguish. He could
    not look her in the eyes knowing
    fully that the pain in there would
    consume him. “Well, since you
    have forgotten so soon, I’ll help
    jog your memory,” she
    continued.
    “This marriage will not pull
    through and that’s final,”
    exploded Deaconess Comfort
    Obiora, Michael’s mother,
    storming out of the dining hall
    without batting an eyelid about
    Jennifer’s feelings. She had
    made it clear to Michael on
    several occasions that he the
    scion and sole heir of the Obiora
    dynasty cannot marry a girl
    whose family was way out of
    their league. And to make
    matters worse, Jennifer’s father
    was just a trader that owned a
    stationery shop. Mrs. Comfort
    regarded her as a gold digger
    and an opportunist after guys
    from stinking rich families with
    the sole aim of enriching her
    family. In as much as she was
    not the type to match make her
    son with the daughter of a friend
    or business partner, she was not
    willing to accept a pauper as her
    son’s wife.
    Jennifer’s feet suddenly became
    heavy as getting to her feet
    became a herculean task. Her
    eyes could not contain the tears
    anymore as it flowed on its own
    accord. Michael could not bear
    to see the harbinger of his joy in
    an emotional turmoil. He cupped
    her face with his hands and
    reassured her of the magnitude
    of his love for her, making her
    realize that his mother’s opinion
    and threats had no bearing to
    their future together.
    “Michael, I can’t do this,” she
    said as she suddenly pulled
    away from him.
    “What are talking about?” he
    asked with a look of surprise.
    He quickly foreshadowed her
    response and shuddered at the
    possibility of losing her.
    “Michael I can’t marry into a
    family where I am not welcome.
    Can’t you see that if we proceed
    with the marriage your mum will
    never see me as a member of
    the family? Mike, let’s just forget
    about the wedding plans,”
    Jennifer said with pain in her
    eyes.
    “Look into my eyes and tell me
    that you’ve been lying to me all
    this while that we have been
    together. When did my mother’s
    opinion suddenly become God’s
    opinion? Saying I love you is an
    understatement Jenny, I adore
    you. I’ll treasure you today,
    tomorrow and even when we
    become stricken with age. I
    promise to be your friend, lover,
    companion and protector at all
    times on the condition that you
    promise to walk with me through
    life by my side. My love, will you
    still marry me?” he asked
    searching her eyes for a
    favourable answer.
    Without uttering a word, Jennifer
    nodded and slipped into his
    loving arms.
    Despite the overwhelming
    resistance from Michael’s
    mother, the wedding still took
    place four months later amidst
    cheers from friends and family
    members. Being married to
    Michael Obiora, the love of her
    life was Jennifer’s dream come
    true. He showered her with
    unconditional love and affection
    and was always there to shield
    her from his mother’s torments.
    As far as Michael was
    concerned, Jenny’s love tank
    would never run dry of genuine
    love and care. However, several
    months into the marriage,
    Jennifer’s world began to fall
    apart as she got to discover
    another aspect of Michael’s life
    that became her worst nightmare
    – his fierce temper. At the onset,
    she attributed it to work-related
    issues and hoped that he would
    change but not until he started
    hitting her at the slightest
    provocation, which eventually
    resulted in a miscarriage.
    The loss of her first pregnancy
    took its toll on Jennifer. She
    became apprehensive and
    distant to her husband who
    outdid himself in trying to get
    her to forgive him. She equally
    withdrew herself from her family
    and friends, not even sparing
    Sarima and Melody, her closest
    friends, for fear of laying bare
    her husband’s archilles’ heel.
    She decided to mask her pain
    and fears from them, all because
    she knew that opening up to
    them would make them lose the
    respect they reposed in her
    husband. Michael on his part
    repented of his actions and
    fought hard to win back
    Jennifer’s love and trust. That
    was more than a year ago, the
    beginning of the battery.
    “Michael, is this the love and
    protection you promised me?”
    she asked fighting back the tears
    that threatened to rain down.
    “Baby I’m truly sorry. Please
    forgive me. Just give me another
    chance. I… I… I promise to be a
    better man,” he stuttered as he
    pleaded on his knees in a broken
    voice.
    “Please spare me all that. Your
    apology now sounds like a
    broken record. What should I
    forgive you for? For pounding me
    whenever you couldn’t keep your
    anger in check or for beating out
    the precious seeds God blessed
    us with? Three miscarriages in
    two years Michael! Not one, not
    two but three babies have gone
    down the drain, all thanks to
    you. You know what? I think you
    deserve a medal for being an
    outstanding infant murderer,” she
    said and laughed him to scorn.
    Michael was dumbstruck as
    Jennifer laughed as though
    entertained by a seasoned
    comedian. The laughter
    continued and gradually turned
    into a heart wrenching cry. He
    couldn’t take it anymore. He had
    seen her in pains before but not
    in this state. He took her in his
    arms and began to smooch her,
    wiping the tears that ran down
    her cheeks while trying hard to
    conceal his turmoil.
    The office was spacious in every
    sense of the word and furnished
    with an exquisite taste befitting
    of the pastor of a large flock.
    The clergy’s office housed two
    compartments – the normal
    office section and the mini
    conference area. At the far right
    end of the wall stood the
    bookshelf that contained a good
    number of Christian literature
    and other philosophical books.
    A silver metal hanger fixed to
    the wall just before the bookshelf
    bore the pastor’s navy blue
    jacket. The light blue curtain, off
    white paint on the wall alongside
    the white tiles further
    accentuated the beauty of the
    office. Michael knew he wouldn’t
    be here if he had a choice but he
    was sure his marriage was on
    the verge of collapsing and he
    needed to salvage it. Jennifer
    had threatened to file for a
    divorce if he refuses to book an
    appointment with Pastor Damian
    for counseling.
    He was still explaining himself
    to pastor Damian who was
    listening with rapt attention while
    Jennifer kept mum, staring into
    space. She was all ears from the
    beginning of the session but slid
    into oblivion when Michael’s
    utterances began to baffle her.
    She was totally unaware that
    Pastor Damian was trying to get
    her attention until she was jolted
    out of her wandering state by
    Michael’s touch.
    “Sister Jennifer, are you sure
    you really want to do this?”
    Pastor Damian inquired all
    smiles.
    “Yes sir,” Jennifer replied,
    adjusting her seat, clearly ready
    to be drilled.
    “Do you still love Michael after
    all you’ve both been through?”
    he further probed.
    “I still do with the whole of my
    heart but I doubt he feels the
    same way. I think you should
    direct this same question at
    him,” she stated matter-of-
    factly.
    Jennifer’s response shocked
    Michael who stared at her
    bewilderingly.
    “I never thought it necessary
    since he made mention of the
    fact that he loves you dearly or
    is there something you feel I
    should know about?” he asked
    looking from Jennifer to Michael
    and back to Jennifer.
    “Pastor, I heard him say it is
    normal for couples to have
    issues but left out the part of
    him constantly venting his anger
    on me with his fists,” Jennifer
    said near tears.
    The clergy couldn’t hide his
    surprise and turned to Michael
    for answers. “Michael is this
    true?” Pastor Damian probed.
    “Pastor how can I do that? I
    mean I love my wife so much,”
    Michael replied, placing his
    hands on her thighs as a way of
    pleading with her in order to
    save his face.
    “Love?” she asked contorting her
    face as if the word tasted sour
    on her tongue. She looked him in
    the face and screamed, “Liar!
    Pastor he is lying. He beats me
    at the slightest provocation. In
    fact, I’ve had three miscarriages
    as a result of that. He has hurt
    me physically, emotionally and
    psychologically. I now live in
    constant fear of him not knowing
    what the next minute holds in
    store for me,” she said amidst
    sobs.
    Pastor Damian was speechless
    as he stared endlessly at
    Michael who bowed his head. He
    was at loss of what to say. He
    had handled several cases
    among couples from the pew but
    nothing of this sort before. He
    was aware that domestic
    violence was a serious problem
    that rocked some Christian
    homes and was not to be treated
    with kid gloves. He looked at
    Jennifer with pity and silently
    asked God for wisdom in
    handling their case. Having
    exhausted his options, he
    decided to try something out of
    the ordinary.
    “Sister Jennifer, please pull
    yourself together. I honestly
    think we should reschedule this
    meeting because we are not
    making headway. I would not
    want to apportion blames on
    anyone just yet. I need both of
    you to go home and have a
    rethink about this whole thing.
    This counseling cannot yield
    positive results if you employ
    deceit and place a barricade
    around your ego,” he stated
    looking in Michael’s direction.
    With that he stood to his feet, an
    indication that the meeting was
    over.

    TBC

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    Sommyangel (Favoured child)Sommyangel (Favoured child)
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    OluwaferanmiOluwaferanmi
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    Patiently waiting for more

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    Waitin

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    Interesting

    Next plz

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    DIDI LA PEZDIDI LA PEZ
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    That is what disgusts me in most men. Beating d woman u claim to love, madness

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    next pls..

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