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    Episode 7

    Abigail  stared at me right in the face, as I narrated all that has been happening to me.
    She is my immediate younger Sister, who is a stunt feminist and very independent.

    “Sis, Why did you tell him that you will be patient? you should have granted the divorce and become free.”  Abigail clucked and sighed loudly.

    “I am people’s mentor and role model. A lot of young women in the church look up to me. I have to live a life worth emulating. what will people say if I get divorce and still stand on the church podium to preach marriage and love?” I asked looking at her like I demanded a pity.

    “This is what you women always say. last week in Ibadan, a lady called Modupe was brutally beaten by her husband, she died.” Her voice got a bit emotional as she continued.
    “she didn’t tell anyone of what she was going through. She thought things were going to change. she thought that one day Jesus was gonna come down and rescue her, or stop her husband from beating her. ”

    “David has never beaten me.” I cut in.

    “what difference does it make? it’s same story. Instead of filing for a divorce you think he is going to leave that girl and come back to you, while he is still under the manipulations of that witch called his mother! give me one reason why you think things will change positively?”

    “because I have a God who is bigger than all my problems. He will sort this out. I don’t know how he is gonna do it, but he will.”

    “For how long? Don’t forget that you are my only sister. Since mama and papa died, I haven’t recovered. please walk away sis. I don’t want to lose you.”

    For just a moment, I saw such an unfettered emotions in my sister’s eyes, she was almost at the verge of tears and then immediately gets back to herself when she heard the kids scream her name.

    “Aunty Abigail!” The both of them jumped on her like puppies as she pegged them on their foreheads excitedly.

    “Aunty Abigail, mommy and daddy are fighting.” Mfon said shrilly.

    “Daddy has a new mummy. and Grandma said we are adopted children.” Teye said Innocently.
    Perhaps it was then that I began to feel submerged in hazy nostalgia. A feeling that never left me.

    “Aunty Abigail, what is adoption?”

    “Adoption means to be given birth to my darling. ” Abigail replied in a shaky tone. Her countenance changed as she cuddled the kids gradually.

    Moments later, David stormed the house with few of the choir boys and young pastors in church, none of them greeted my sister nor I.

    We watched them remove boxes and shoes from the bedroom, while David held Ifeoma’s luggage in his arms like a baby.

    My chest grew tight with trepidation.

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    Episode 8

    I remembered our vows,
    I remembered the way he held my hands and said to me that ours will be for better for worse.

    I remembered the way he preached, the way he talked about God, the way I stood and nodded in support of my husband.

    I remembered the last time we made love.
    I remembered his cold dark eyes, how he glanced at me, and kissed me so passionately.
    For twelve years, I loved him wholeheartedly, prayed with him, and prayed for him.
    I remembered my sweat, the evangelism, how I convinced people to join the church so we could make a large congregation.

    These thoughts made a shiver run down my spine. I became sick instantly, as Abigail, the kids and I watched him break our wedding frame. He ordered the boys to burn them into ashes.

    “David you are a bastard! man of God my foot! years back, you almost died when my sister refused to marry you. Now look, the devil has knocked your head again!” Abigail screamed.

    But David acted like non of us existed. His eyes were hardened. The cool breeze that kissed my soft skin brought me back to reality.

    “My lawyer is going to bring part of the money in our family account to you. I am no more interested in this marriage.” David said huskily as he tried to wipe the sweat on his forehead, he said these words so lightly like it meant nothing.

    “You will regret this! you will suffer! my God will punish you!” Abigail’s comment instigated a train of thought that instantly perturbed him.

    “I am a man of God.” he retorted.

    “You are a man of doom! Your greedy mother made you a pastor so that her husband’s ministry won’t be controlled by strangers. You should have been a Monkey!” Abigail’s voice raised, as the kids laughed in unison.

    He stared sternly at me and the kids for another ten seconds, sighed and walked away.

    “Mummy, where is Daddy going?”

    “To hell! he won’t ever come back. ” Abigail replied with a frowned face.

    “Where is hell aunty Abigail?” Teye asked.
    But Abigail didn’t respond. She walked gently and sat right beside me. Cuddling me like a baby.

    “all will be well adiaha eka.” she said, almost whispering.
    ***
    Five months passed, and all I did was fast and pray that God turns things around for my good.

    Bitter resentment crawled inside of me, making my anger boil as it seemed as if God wasn’t listening.

    The next day was a program in church organized by International pastors wives the themed was tagged “when women pray.”

    “You should go mummy. I will take care of Teye” my first daughter Said as if she was a grown woman already.

    I tickled her armpit in a funny way and she laughed, a hearty girlish laugh that showed her gap tooth.

    “Mummy do me too.” Teye said, lifting her two small hands up.

    I stared at the two of them excitedly in amazement.

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    Episode 8

    I remembered our vows,
    I remembered the way he held my hands and said to me that ours will be for better for worse.

    I remembered the way he preached, the way he talked about God, the way I stood and nodded in support of my husband.

    I remembered the last time we made love.
    I remembered his cold dark eyes, how he glanced at me, and kissed me so passionately.
    For twelve years, I loved him wholeheartedly, prayed with him, and prayed for him.
    I remembered my sweat, the evangelism, how I convinced people to join the church so we could make a large congregation.

    These thoughts made a shiver run down my spine. I became sick instantly, as Abigail, the kids and I watched him break our wedding frame. He ordered the boys to burn them into ashes.

    “David you are a bastard! man of God my foot! years back, you almost died when my sister refused to marry you. Now look, the devil has knocked your head again!” Abigail screamed.

    But David acted like non of us existed. His eyes were hardened. The cool breeze that kissed my soft skin brought me back to reality.

    “My lawyer is going to bring part of the money in our family account to you. I am no more interested in this marriage.” David said huskily as he tried to wipe the sweat on his forehead, he said these words so lightly like it meant nothing.

    “You will regret this! you will suffer! my God will punish you!” Abigail’s comment instigated a train of thought that instantly perturbed him.

    “I am a man of God.” he retorted.

    “You are a man of doom! Your greedy mother made you a pastor so that her husband’s ministry won’t be controlled by strangers. You should have been a Monkey!” Abigail’s voice raised, as the kids laughed in unison.

    He stared sternly at me and the kids for another ten seconds, sighed and walked away.

    “Mummy, where is Daddy going?”

    “To hell! he won’t ever come back. ” Abigail replied with a frowned face.

    “Where is hell aunty Abigail?” Teye asked.
    But Abigail didn’t respond. She walked gently and sat right beside me. Cuddling me like a baby.

    “all will be well adiaha eka.” she said, almost whispering.
    ***
    Five months passed, and all I did was fast and pray that God turns things around for my good.

    Bitter resentment crawled inside of me, making my anger boil as it seemed as if God wasn’t listening.

    The next day was a program in church organized by International pastors wives the themed was tagged “when women pray.”

    “You should go mummy. I will take care of Teye” my first daughter Said as if she was a grown woman already.

    I tickled her armpit in a funny way and she laughed, a hearty girlish laugh that showed her gap tooth.

    “Mummy do me too.” Teye said, lifting her two small hands up.

    I stared at the two of them excitedly in amazement.

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    emileagosuemileagosu
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    Waiting for more

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    dapadadapada
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    ride on

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    Dr. EmzyDr. Emzy
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    huun, no much wordss to say

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    Very soon all ur problems will be over. U dont av to worry nor lose hope in God

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    What kind of pastor is your husband

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