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:
“Ok, Iya Bola. I will do as you have said. We will go.”
The pastor’s office is huge, like the size of your husband’s 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:
“Madam. I’m pleased to have both of you in my office today. How may I help you?”
“I am Sade Abimbola, and this is my friend. We are members of this church.”
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.
“Madam, how long have you been coming to my church?”
Iya Bola answers. “Just a few Sundays now, Pastor.”
“Oh! Because I have not seen your faces before. You are welcome.”
“Thank you, Pastor. How is mummy, Sir?”
“Oh she is fine. God is good.”
“All the time!” both of you respond.
“Pastor, look at me.” Your voice changes and tears roam your eyes, threatening to pour out. “Pastor, can you believe that I have been married for nine years without any child to suckle at my breasts.” You touch your breasts unconsciously.
The pastor’s face contorts again. He places both hands on the table and wears a deeply pensive look.
“Pastor, my home is on fire,” you continue. “To make matters worse, my husband’s people are threatening to throw my things out. My mother-in-law has threatened to poison me or use witchcraft if I don’t leave her son alone. Pastor there is no sort of name that I have not been called.”
Iya Bola speaks up. “Pastor, she has lost everything. Her husband who used to love her so much has literarily abandoned her. He sleeps around. He drinks… he messes up and beats her. Pastor, we have prayed and fasted all to no avail.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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