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Pastor’s Second Wife

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Episode 17

I received a call from Deji very early in the morning. He was sobbing over the phone as he kept apologising to me. He asked I met up with him at Isaac John’s street at exactly 10am.
First, I was shocked to have received such call from Deji. Why would Deji be begging me? Why would he be forming so repentant? What could possibly be going on?
All these questions flashed through my mind in split seconds as he was talking with me over the phone. He had long stopped seeing me as his wife and kicked me out of his house.
I only mustered some courage to tell him I wouldn’t be able to see him. He kept pleading, saying he wouldn’t take much time. Since he asked we met in an open space,i later agreed to meet with him. Within me, i knew all wasn’t cool and couldn’t help but sense some cynicism from his actions.
I found myself in a black and rickety wagon driven by Deji.
The music was so loud as he kept raising his voice trying to communicate with me. I wouldn’t know where he was taking me to. It was a very lonely road, much like a part way to the stream.
“Where are you taking me to?,” Deji !. I was beginning to feel terrified. I didn’t inform anyone about my sudden meeting with Deji.
We soon got to a point where strange men all dressed in white stopped us. Deji came down and was discussing with them while pointing at me. At that juncture, I knew I was in a serious danger. I already saw the signs…..
Not even a single human being did we see while we were coming…
I quickly opened the door and started running as far as my leg could Carry me. Those men in white started chasing me so vigorously.
As I was running, I woke up.
It was a dream afterall. I looked at the gray wall clock hanging on the wall in my room, it was 3am. Jesus!, that was a terrible nightmare.
My whole body was drenched in my own cold sweat.
I couldn’t sleep again as I kept praying and asking God to avert whatsoever danger that lied lurking.
Very early in the morning, I started feeling very feverish. I started running temperature and Shina couldn’t help the situation either. He kept crying and persistently disturbing.
I dropped Shina with Angela, Elder Omojola’s help to quickly rush to the clinic to get some pills or probably run a laboratory test.

An elderly matron who attended to me insisted I ran a test. She examined me manually and demanded I ran a test.
“don’t worry, i’d run a quick test for you and within few minutes the result would be out,” she persuaded me.
She had to say this after she checked my pulse, opened my mouth repeatedly and my eyes.
“congratulations my daughter,” I think you’re 4 weeks pregnant, “she said to me with a very big grin on her face after the result she ran came out positive.
Oh My God!
” What did she just say now?,” I rhetorically asked myself.
” Is everything ok?, “she asked as she saw that her supposed good news didn’t go down well with me.
“I’m ok ma, I falsely reassured her and walked out of the clinic moping aimlessly.
My son Shina is barley a year and few months and I am Pregnant for same criminal we call our pastor? No man had ever touched me since i started seeing this beast of Deji. He had got me pregnant again.
I’m finished. I wasn’t angry or afraid of what the church people would say, afterall, he is now my husband.
I was worried about how I would cope with raising two kids without much support, especially now that Deji and his wife had kicked me out of their house pending on the verdict of the church after the second DNA result is out.
This life is such a wicked and confusing place to reside I painfully said to myself as I flagged down a taxi to drop me home.
Inside the taxi, my phone rang and it was Sister Stella. I already saved her number after the last time she called. I felt like throwing the phone away. She was the last person i needed to talk to at that moment.
I immediately remembered my mum, she was the only person I could have spoken to or ran to for help and advice. Now, she was no more, no thanks to Pastor Deji.
Hot tears kept gushing down copiously down my cheek…
“Hello, Mercy, how’re you? where are you?,” she asked me faintly over the phone as if i was expecting her.
“i’m in lagos now,” Gbagada” to be precise,” she explained further whilst my mouth was still wide open in utter surprise.
“Oh, sister Stella,” i am fine.
Again, I lied….
I could be anything but nothing close to being fine. My whole tumultuous life had reached its flash point.
“eeeehm eeeehm…. I’m staying at Ogba,” i told her with my voice sounding so jittery.
“Ok dear, “I would be coming to see you tomorrow..
She told me as she asked for my address.
I didn’t know what to say to her. I couldn’t possibly tell her no neither was i sure i would like to invite her over to Elder Omojola’s house.
She was expecting me to sound enthusiastic. Definitely, she thought i missed her as much as she supposedly missed me.
“What would she say when she finally finds out i had a child for Deji and even pregnant for him again,”i quickly thought.
However, i mustered the courage to face this guilt once and for all. I gave her the address to come and visit me without even telling her whom I was squatting with.
She would definitely come with her twins to meet my son and also hear of my pregnancy with Same father of her kids….
It’s either now or never…..

*Pastor’s second wife*

*Part Eighteen* (Final)

I got home feeling even more weak and pallid. I hadn’t had anything to eat since morning nor even have time for Shina.
Devil definitely must have rented a 3 bedroom apartment in my head to manipulate and torment me…. I felt so depressed and disillusioned…
“Sister Mercy,” where have you been?
Elder Omojola asked me immediately i got home… He looked tensed.
Shina had been crying since morning….
I didn’t know whether to divulge the outcome of my laboratory test to him or keep it..
Keeping it for what?, “i thought.
I told Elder Omojola that i was pregnant again for Deji and that was the reason for my sickness .
I was sure he was wondering how it happened and probably didn’t know how to ask me how I knew it was Deji.
The proposed DNA test to ascertain Shina’s real father was slated for Saturday and even before then, here i was claiming to be pregnant for same man.
He looked puzzled. I felt the rage in him as if he wanted to pounce on me. He nodded repeatedly as he tapped my shoulders.
“My daughter,” it’s well, he said as he stood up to leave.
I asked him to sit back that i had another important confession to make.
Elder Omojola’s apprehensive mood was vicious. He was already getting tired of all this dirty melo drama.
“What’s is it again , Mercy?, he asked angrily .
” Daddy, it’s about sister Stella.
“Who’s Sister Stella, he asked.
Obviously, he had forgotten who sister stella is…
I took my time to remind him of whom stella is and carefully narrated to him everything that happened between her and Deji that made her elope.
He couldn’t contain his shock as his jaw dropped in utter disappointment in Deji.

Very early in the morning, Stella arrived with her twins. She was shocked to have seen me with a kid and in Elder Omojola’s house.
Elder Omojola had known everything about her unholy affair with Deji and mine as well so he wasn’t so surprised seeing her. I didn’t know what or how to face Stella as i buried my face in shame. She looked perplexed as well….. Elder Omojola sat us down and explained everything to Stella.
God would bless that man for me… He is indeed an Elder and a father who doesn’t judge or crucify one for her sins. Stella cried so much after she learnt that her best friend is now married to the estranged father to her kids. Obviously, she felt so bad and depressed…
It was really a festival of tears and consolation that morning. As we were crying and still finding a way to pacify the situation someone knocked at the door guess who! The devil himself…. It was Deji…
He was in elder Omojola’s house.
Deji rushed in but was shocked to see me and even more surprised to have seen Stella . He came to confess everything to elder Omojola, how he compromised the DNA test result just to evade the church executive council punishment.

“Sir, I couldn’t stand the humiliation. I am the father of sister Mercy’s baby,” he finally confessed. Please help me explain to the G.O and the church executive council that it was satan who pushed me”, he begged elder Omojola.
“G.O is your father and you will have to explain to him yourself, I believe he loves you,” he bluntly told him. To Deji’s greatest surprise, Elder Omojola informed him that the twin sister Stella was carrying were his kids. Of course, he knew he got her pregnant . That was the Genesis of this whole evil love triangle. Deji fell on the floor crying and begging both of us… .he didn’t even know whom to face. In front of him were three cute children all from different women but his wife. Elder Omojola wadded in and pleaded to us to forgive him and urged us to let go. Right there, he picked his phone and put a call through to the G.O.
“Daddy, I have to see you this morning sir. After his call, he carried us and drove to Deji’s house, asked his wife to join us in the car and we drove straight to G.O’s house.
All of us arrived at G.O’s house…. It was a crowd of visitors. ..While we were all seated, elder Omojola went on his knees before the G.O, signaled Deji to join him to knee down too. Sir, pastor Olumodeji is your son and your son had offended you. He’s here to tell you his offences and to ask for your forgiveness. He pleaded on behalf of Deji. “I am listening, the G.O said as he put on his glasses. Elder Omojola beckoned on Deji to speak up.
He started with a long sob. “Sir, I am sorry for all my lies, I am the father of sister Mercy’s baby,” and eeeehm !!!eeeeh!!!!, “Sister Stella’s twins,”he startled.
..Everywhere went cold, tears began to drop from everyone’s eyes. Everyone was surprised to have seen Sister Stella reappear with kids and even more surprised to hear that same Pastor Deji was responsible .
Tears were uncontrollably gushing down. Why? Why? Why? G.O began to ask Deji in disappointment. I trusted you so much, why? Why did you allow satan to take advantage of you to do this? For almost an hour, it was all about “why” from G.O. Deji was forced to resign as a pastor. He was also discovered to have embezzled church fund to the tune of N10.7 million. His gratuity and entitlements were shared between me, Stella and mummy pastor. I took my own share of the gratuity, rented a small apartment and also started a business.
I couldn’t continue in that church again because of the damage caused by my action. When Deji resigned, almost half of the members of the church left. Today, the church is a shadow of itself. A church that previously holds two services every Sunday, now struggles with 100 members. Right now, Deji is very sick and has partial stroke. Mummy pastor later conceived and gave birth to a baby girl. Don’t pity me because I have settled with God and He has forgiven me. My advise to women reading my story are;
1.Don’t collaborate to cover sin.
2. Don’t ever think any pastor is immune to temptation.
3. Don’t keep quiet for too long when things are going wrong.
Someone asserted: “I agree with 1 Timothy 5:20. (Rebuke all those who commit sin so others would refrain) This is the mistake the church has been making our reputation keeps getting tarnished.
The devil use that to blind the the Church and uses unbelievers to point out the wrongs in the Church, that is why unbelievers call us hypocrites. Expose them as soon as possible, and those who are thinking of doing the same will run. People will respect the Church more and fear God.

*…The End…*

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