HOLY SEX Episode 19
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You are silent for some time. Customers come and go and their voices intermingle with the hums from the air-conditioners in the boutique. You are silent, studying your friend.
After some time, you say to her:
βOk, Iya Bola. I will do as you have said. We will go.β
The pastorβs office is huge, like the size of your husbandβs bedroom. He is seated on a swivel chair behind an oak table. There are bibles and prayer books on the table. There is a new novel on the table too, Ghana Must Go by Taiye Salasi. The walls of the office are lined with pictures of the pastor in different countries. You are struck by the picture of him standing at the foot of the Taj Mahal in India.
He asks you to make yourself comfortable. After exchanging pleasantries, he says to you:
βMadam. Iβm pleased to have both of you in my office today. How may I help you?β
βI am Sade Abimbola, and this is my friend. We are members of this church.β
The pastor stares at you. His forehead contorts and lines appear, bringing out the beauty of his face. You have never seen such a handsome man in your life before. He is almost as beautiful as a woman. There are new sprouts of hair on his jaw that looks so sexy. You caution yourself not to feel lust. After all, he is a man of God, and you are a married woman.
βMadam, how long have you been coming to my church?β
Iya Bola answers. βJust a few Sundays now, Pastor.β
βOh! Because I have not seen your faces before. You are welcome.β
βThank you, Pastor. How is mummy, Sir?β
βOh she is fine. God is good.β
βAll the time!β both of you respond.
βPastor, look at me.β Your voice changes and tears roam your eyes, threatening to pour out. βPastor, can you believe that I have been married for nine years without any child to suckle at my breasts.β You touch your breasts unconsciously.
The pastorβs face contorts again. He places both hands on the table and wears a deeply pensive look.
βPastor, my home is on fire,β you continue. βTo make matters worse, my husbandβs people are threatening to throw my things out. My mother-in-law has threatened to poison me or use witchcraft if I donβt leave her son alone. Pastor there is no sort of name that I have not been called.β
Iya Bola speaks up. βPastor, she has lost everything. Her husband who used to love her so much has literarily abandoned her. He sleeps around. He drinksβ¦ he messes up and beats her. Pastor, we have prayed and fasted all to no avail.β
TO BE CONTINUED