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The Candle In The Wind – Episode 10



Episode 10
“This must be the first time you are
visiting our house” the pastor said and
I shook my head
It must have skipped mummy’s mind
to tell him.
Didn’t he see that the mouse hole of a
bedroom was now sparkling clean?
“This is the second time sir. The first
time, mummy wasn’t feeling to well, so
I came around to do some things for
her” I went on and after I stopped, I
wondered who asked me for the long
tale
“Oh, I See! My wife doesn’t rest o. she
doesn’t at all. All was as a result of
stress. She is better now. You can see
her sweating profusely. All fever is
gone” he said and I smiled broadly.
So it was even fever!
Wow! That fever must have been really
severe o.
I looked at Tony and his face was glued
to the television as if he was in another
world.
“But daddy, mummy had been looking
really pale for some time now. It isn’t
good for her present state of health” I
said and he looked at me, shocked
“What state?” he asked
So he didn’t know?
He didn’t know that his wife was
pregnant?
Oh no!
My doubts started resurfacing
“Isn’t mummy pregnant?” I asked and
he laughed really hard
“Pregnant at what age? Pregnant at 55?
Oh no!” he laughed again
So, what was the protruding tummy
for?
Exactly what?
He touched her stomach gently and
mummy pastor flinched
“Mummy started some sit-up exercises
and she stopped all of a sudden. This is
the aftermath.” He explained and I
nodded
I became confused instead of being
convinced
I was not new to exercises and sit-ups
had been my best for flat tummy.
Even though I stopped for a while and
my tummy became enlarged, mummy
pastor’s own looked extra-blown that it
felt like there was a whole baby in
there
It is well o
“Ok sir” I replied when I realized that I
had not given an answer all this while.
He smiled again
“Please pray well o. I want you to bring
your sweetheart to me soon o” he said
and I smiled
“Ok sir. God will help me o” I said and
he smiled
“Ogagun” he called out to Tony and he
looked back, smiling sweetly
“Yes daddy” he replied, calmly.
“I am awaiting your MMR soon o” he
said again and Tony laughed as if it was
more than what the pastor said
This guy sef!
The pastor laughed too
“I am serious o. I am telling you now.
Better be prayerful and bring her sharp
sharp” he said further, still smiling
My head opened all of a sudden and I
remembered what I heard in the
dream.
What Tony called me!
MMR!
Chai!
What does that mean?
I cleared my throat
“Daddy, what does MMR means?” I
asked and the men both laughed
“Bush sister!” Tony said and I gave him
a stern knowing look.
“If I don’t know something, I can’t ask
again? Huh?” I was almost getting
angry
I guess this guy doesn’t really know
who I am and what I have been able to
achieve in life.
If he does, he wouldn’t talk anyhow to
me.
“Bro Tony, stop persecuting my
daughter o.” Pastor said and Tony
became serious as he looked at me
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I
am so sorry” he said again and he
meant it.
I shrugged my shoulders
As I looked into his face, I read it, well
spelt out “Your shakara sef too much!”
“MD reigned in many marriages as the
‘My Dear’ thing became rampant. Now,
it’s the era of My Missing Rib…MMR”
the pastor explained and I smiled
“I didn’t know that that was it. I am
already conversant with the missing rib
thing. Nice one. God’s will shall be
done o” I said just so normally that
when the men’s resounding amen rang
in my ears, I was startled and they
made jest of me.
The pastor’s phone rang and I went
across the room to pick the phone.
The pastor placed his wife gently on the
settee as he scurried after me.
He got the phone from me, whispered a
‘thank you’ hurriedly and left the room.
I went back into the sitting room and
sat directly opposite Tony.
We said nothing to each other.
I looked over to mummy’s side and saw
her face clearly.
That bitter smile!
Again!
I went towards her and sat on the
settee beside her
She looked really helpless.
I held her close to myself and she clung
to me.
Her teeth were beating against one
another and I felt really odd- as if
something was wrong.
Her eyes were still shut tightly.
Pastor came in and cleared his throat.
“I am so happy that you guys are here.”
He said and smiled. Mummy became
hot in my hands and I looked into her
face.
Tears ran down her face
I was shocked because she was
obviously still sleeping
“I just got a call now that I am needed
urgently at our church branch in South
Africa. I would have to go now. I would
put a call through to my wife from
there since she still appears to be
sleeping.” He said on and mummy’s
hands around me tightened.
Was she scared of him going?
Was she trying to say he should not go?
Pastor knotted his tie as he bent down
to pick his briefcase.
He came beside us on the settee, and I
was thankful that he would perhaps
see her tears
He pecked her forehead and brought
out his handkerchief.
He wiped her face
“She is sweating. You probably increase
the air-conditioner” he said and I was
shocked
Sweat?
Was it not obvious that it was tears and
not sweat?
Jesus!
Is this insensitivity or sheer
wickedness?
What surname do I give this oh Lord!
“This is my credit card if she probably
needs anything. I will be back soon. I
am counting on you all. I love you” he
said
He didn’t even wait to get the response
before he jumped out of the room.
Tony’s face and mine met and we
coincidentally shook our heads
“What’s this? I feel weird” I said as I
hugged mummy pastor close
“Prayer. That’s the major thing needed
now. we need to pray more for them.”
He said too
Mummy pastor sneezed and then
coughed and tried to sit up.
Tony jumped over to our side and
helped her up.
“Sorry ma” he said as he supported her
head with the pillow.
Mummy pastor smiled as tears ran
down her face.
My heart broke
“Mummy, I asked you the other time.
What is happening to you? What is it
that even daddy doesn’t know about?
Exactly what mum?” I asked in a very
shaky voice.
I was becoming sick and tired of
everything and I just wanted to put an
end to all that she was going through.
Tears ran down her face the more.
“Please Precious. Let’s give her a
breathing space” Tony said, trying to
pacify me in his own ways but I
wouldn’t bulge
“Please leave me. You already know
what the problem is but I don’t. do you
know how I have stayed in perpetual
suspense and anxiety for days? Do
you?” I was almost crying
I wasn’t a timid lady
Why was everyone trying to
marginalize me?
Why?
I didn’t find it funny anymore and I felt
like bursting and pulling everything
down.
I looked at mummy pastor and she
smiled at me largely, tears still on her
face.
“Daughter, I promised to tell you all.
Just ask me” she said and she closed
her eyes bitterly.
I didn’t care anymore
This was an open cheque and I had to
make use of it wisely now, else, that
would be all
“Mummy, what is in your tummy? Is it
really sit-up effect or pregnancy?” I
asked and she smiled
“Precious, please can you…” Tony was
saying when mummy pastor pulled him
beside her. She held us together- Tony
on the right and I on the left.
“It’s fibroid tumor” she blurted out and
my head banged severally
Fibroid!
My mind never even went to that
aspect at all!
I had only thought that it was either
pregnancy or pregnancy!
Mummy smiled bitterly.
My heart broke the more!
“Mummy, are you really that sick? Is
fibroid the only thing? Is there
anything I should know that I don’t? Is
there?” I cried, tears rolling down my
face.
“That’s not all my daughter” she said
again.
Her voice was so sure
My eyes widened
Tony wasn’t even saying anything
His head was bowed down
Jesus!
I stood up all of a suddenly, banged my
back to the floor and there cried
bitterly.
“Oh God! This cannot be! You said in
your word that whatever God reveals
to us is for our children and ourselves.
The dream you showed to me cannot
come to pass. It cannot come to pass at
all oh God! Arise Jesus!”
I prayed so hard, smashing myself to
the ground and crying so bitterly.
Thank God I was still wearing my
sporting trousers if not; I would have
been in a total mess.
“Oh God! Why? Why Father? Father,
why? Jesus!” I cried the more
“Precious!” Mummy Pastor called out
and I looked out. My eyes were
obviously bloodshot because though
there were no tears on Tony’s face, his
eyes were drunk-red!
“Mummy…oh mummy” I cried out the
more
“Daughter, I am just a woman of a
bitter life. I had tried to live like that
Shunnamite woman who kept on saying
‘It is Well’ but it has not worked for
me. Not at all!” she lamented
“Why mum? Why?” I cried too
“Probably because I failed in my duties
as a good home keeper” she said and I
looked up at her.
“Failed? How?” I asked further
She wheezed and Tony stood up
suddenly.
He came in with a bottle of water and
she swallowed with great difficulty.
I pitied her greatly.
There I was eating whatever I liked and
still complaining of the sweetness or
this or that!
Oh what ingrate I had been!
“Of course I have failed. Once your
husband can no longer sit in the house
with you for long; pray with you as
usual, eat the food you prepared, sleep
in the same bed with you, live in the
same house with you, haven’t you
failed?” she asked again, looking
intently into my face.
That could never be true!
She was only citing examples.
Daddy and mummy still came to
church together on Sunday wearing the
same attire, looking gorgeous as ever
and radiating God’s glory.
So, what’s all this?
“Mummy, dad doesn’t live at home?” I
asked and Tony gave me an ‘Isn’t it
enough?’ look but I shrugged.
I was as sorrowful as anyone else.
“I thought you were going to ask me
that question when you cleared my
room that day but you didn’t. Did you
see anything that pertained to Men’s
stuff in the room that day? He was long
gone”
“What!”
“Yes! We are as good as divorced” she
blurted out.
It was hard to believe for me and I
looked around in shock.
Tony’s head was bowed low still.
‘Divorce? How and why?’
I just didn’t understand.
Mummy Pastor smiled
‘If God had not stated expressly that he
hates divorce, my husband would
probably have filed for one’ she said
still, sadly.
I was overwhelmed!
I sat on the floor and bit my lower lip
in anguish.
It was as if I had never heard
something like this before
‘But mum, you have been awarded
couples of the year lots of time now.
You and daddy do almost everything in
common. So, mummy, I don’t seem to
understand anymore’
She laughed so much that she fell into
a fit of hard cough.
Tony gave her the bottle of water again
and that was when I saw it on his face –
his tears!
Men cry but when a real man like Tony
who was also a medical doctor cried, it
meant there was a big problem!
‘It was all camouflage my daughter!
Pretense!’
She started her sad tales amidst her
heart-rending coughs
How Pastor went to rent an apartment
at the end of the street so he could
have time alone with God and the
ministry; how he no longer lived at
home; how he refused to eat at home
again; how he sent all the kids abroad
so Mummy could have time for herself
even against her own will
‘Oh how I miss my children!’ she cried,
holding her chest in serious pain.
‘They are not doing any better. Not at
all! They are worst than ever now.
Doing different bad stuffs. He’s
ashamed now to bring them back and I
am not allowed to go because of his
selfish ambition – his wife can’t leave
him! Yet he doesn’t care. He doesn’t
know anything about me. All is about
the church!” she cried loudly and I
sniffed
Oh oh!
That’s the problem now.
The pastor has a mistress- his church!
Now I know!
I watched as she shook so vehemently.
She must be really lonely!
‘Mummy, this isn’t good for you. This is
wrong. Please, let’s forget about it and
keep on praying’ Tony said, holding her
hands gently and looking into his face.
‘I have never done it! I have preached
against it! Never allow the third party
into your marriage- but I have broken
it. I have allowed the third and the
fourth the same night. I have failed!
Frustration forced me! Sickness opened
my mouth! Death threate…. ‘she paused
to shed some tears again, she
swallowed hard before continuing the
sad tale.
‘ I love my husband and he loved me
too. He is just too busy to a fault. He
never realized that I was on low-cut till
today and when he saw it, he didn’t
bother asking why I did. He only said it
fitted me. Oh mine! I never cut my hair.
I never did… ‘ she wailed.
I looked aback and wanted to talk when
Tony held me back from talking.
‘Leave her alone. Let me talk to her.
God showed my secret to both of you
different nights in different places!
What’s there to hide again? What?’
She spoke hopelessly and I heaved a
deep sigh.
This is a sad tale Oh God!
I couldn’t believe it!
So Tony also had a dream as pertaining
to the pastor’s wife?
Hmmmmm… Holy Spirit the revealer of
secrets!
‘My husband did not come around
because I called him to tell him I was
sick. He came because I threatened that
if he didn’t come, I would send for you
guys. I knew he would want a good
image to be created before his church
members and didn’t he succeed? He
did! I succeeded too though it was
short -lived as I got the opportunity to
sleep on his laps with his hands over
me once again.
I shook my head!
This was more serious than I ever
imagined.
‘But mummy, why not have the fibroid
removed… You were also saying
something about your hair not being
cut by yourself’ I reminded her.
I wanted a comprehensive
understanding of it all so that I would
be able know how to pray too.
She laughed dryly while Tony threw me
a ‘why do you have to ask’ kind of look.
Is it bad to be inquisitive?
Not at all!
She cleared her throat and looked at
me in the face.
‘The answer is clear. I can’t remove the
fibroid because my body is not OK. My
hair fell off themselves with Noone
touching them because my body is not
Ok. My body is not ok because it is
infested with… ‘ she continued sadly
when I stamped my foot on the floor.
Could I bear it?
Would the shock be too much to bear
for me?
‘Mummy, wait!’
I needed a heart gird now so I wouldn’t
pass out when I get the shock
That’s why I hate surprises!
They make my heart race so much that
by the time I get the surprise, I start to
vomit-the aftermath of the anxiety.
‘OK mummy.. I am ready’ I said again
and she pulled me close and smiled.
She pulled one of ears and her hands
were rough!
Hmmmmm
‘Leukemia!’ that was the only thing she
said and my head scattered.
Blood cancer!!
Jesus!
Oh my Savior!
As I looked into her face, all I saw was
the cancer… It was red, then blue, then
black, then white and I became really
derilious.


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Friday, 22 December 2017

The Candle In The Wind – Episode 10

The Candle In The Wind – Episode 10



Episode 10
“This must be the first time you are
visiting our house” the pastor said and
I shook my head
It must have skipped mummy’s mind
to tell him.
Didn’t he see that the mouse hole of a
bedroom was now sparkling clean?
“This is the second time sir. The first
time, mummy wasn’t feeling to well, so
I came around to do some things for
her” I went on and after I stopped, I
wondered who asked me for the long
tale
“Oh, I See! My wife doesn’t rest o. she
doesn’t at all. All was as a result of
stress. She is better now. You can see
her sweating profusely. All fever is
gone” he said and I smiled broadly.
So it was even fever!
Wow! That fever must have been really
severe o.
I looked at Tony and his face was glued
to the television as if he was in another
world.
“But daddy, mummy had been looking
really pale for some time now. It isn’t
good for her present state of health” I
said and he looked at me, shocked
“What state?” he asked
So he didn’t know?
He didn’t know that his wife was
pregnant?
Oh no!
My doubts started resurfacing
“Isn’t mummy pregnant?” I asked and
he laughed really hard
“Pregnant at what age? Pregnant at 55?
Oh no!” he laughed again
So, what was the protruding tummy
for?
Exactly what?
He touched her stomach gently and
mummy pastor flinched
“Mummy started some sit-up exercises
and she stopped all of a sudden. This is
the aftermath.” He explained and I
nodded
I became confused instead of being
convinced
I was not new to exercises and sit-ups
had been my best for flat tummy.
Even though I stopped for a while and
my tummy became enlarged, mummy
pastor’s own looked extra-blown that it
felt like there was a whole baby in
there
It is well o
“Ok sir” I replied when I realized that I
had not given an answer all this while.
He smiled again
“Please pray well o. I want you to bring
your sweetheart to me soon o” he said
and I smiled
“Ok sir. God will help me o” I said and
he smiled
“Ogagun” he called out to Tony and he
looked back, smiling sweetly
“Yes daddy” he replied, calmly.
“I am awaiting your MMR soon o” he
said again and Tony laughed as if it was
more than what the pastor said
This guy sef!
The pastor laughed too
“I am serious o. I am telling you now.
Better be prayerful and bring her sharp
sharp” he said further, still smiling
My head opened all of a sudden and I
remembered what I heard in the
dream.
What Tony called me!
MMR!
Chai!
What does that mean?
I cleared my throat
“Daddy, what does MMR means?” I
asked and the men both laughed
“Bush sister!” Tony said and I gave him
a stern knowing look.
“If I don’t know something, I can’t ask
again? Huh?” I was almost getting
angry
I guess this guy doesn’t really know
who I am and what I have been able to
achieve in life.
If he does, he wouldn’t talk anyhow to
me.
“Bro Tony, stop persecuting my
daughter o.” Pastor said and Tony
became serious as he looked at me
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I
am so sorry” he said again and he
meant it.
I shrugged my shoulders
As I looked into his face, I read it, well
spelt out “Your shakara sef too much!”
“MD reigned in many marriages as the
‘My Dear’ thing became rampant. Now,
it’s the era of My Missing Rib…MMR”
the pastor explained and I smiled
“I didn’t know that that was it. I am
already conversant with the missing rib
thing. Nice one. God’s will shall be
done o” I said just so normally that
when the men’s resounding amen rang
in my ears, I was startled and they
made jest of me.
The pastor’s phone rang and I went
across the room to pick the phone.
The pastor placed his wife gently on the
settee as he scurried after me.
He got the phone from me, whispered a
‘thank you’ hurriedly and left the room.
I went back into the sitting room and
sat directly opposite Tony.
We said nothing to each other.
I looked over to mummy’s side and saw
her face clearly.
That bitter smile!
Again!
I went towards her and sat on the
settee beside her
She looked really helpless.
I held her close to myself and she clung
to me.
Her teeth were beating against one
another and I felt really odd- as if
something was wrong.
Her eyes were still shut tightly.
Pastor came in and cleared his throat.
“I am so happy that you guys are here.”
He said and smiled. Mummy became
hot in my hands and I looked into her
face.
Tears ran down her face
I was shocked because she was
obviously still sleeping
“I just got a call now that I am needed
urgently at our church branch in South
Africa. I would have to go now. I would
put a call through to my wife from
there since she still appears to be
sleeping.” He said on and mummy’s
hands around me tightened.
Was she scared of him going?
Was she trying to say he should not go?
Pastor knotted his tie as he bent down
to pick his briefcase.
He came beside us on the settee, and I
was thankful that he would perhaps
see her tears
He pecked her forehead and brought
out his handkerchief.
He wiped her face
“She is sweating. You probably increase
the air-conditioner” he said and I was
shocked
Sweat?
Was it not obvious that it was tears and
not sweat?
Jesus!
Is this insensitivity or sheer
wickedness?
What surname do I give this oh Lord!
“This is my credit card if she probably
needs anything. I will be back soon. I
am counting on you all. I love you” he
said
He didn’t even wait to get the response
before he jumped out of the room.
Tony’s face and mine met and we
coincidentally shook our heads
“What’s this? I feel weird” I said as I
hugged mummy pastor close
“Prayer. That’s the major thing needed
now. we need to pray more for them.”
He said too
Mummy pastor sneezed and then
coughed and tried to sit up.
Tony jumped over to our side and
helped her up.
“Sorry ma” he said as he supported her
head with the pillow.
Mummy pastor smiled as tears ran
down her face.
My heart broke
“Mummy, I asked you the other time.
What is happening to you? What is it
that even daddy doesn’t know about?
Exactly what mum?” I asked in a very
shaky voice.
I was becoming sick and tired of
everything and I just wanted to put an
end to all that she was going through.
Tears ran down her face the more.
“Please Precious. Let’s give her a
breathing space” Tony said, trying to
pacify me in his own ways but I
wouldn’t bulge
“Please leave me. You already know
what the problem is but I don’t. do you
know how I have stayed in perpetual
suspense and anxiety for days? Do
you?” I was almost crying
I wasn’t a timid lady
Why was everyone trying to
marginalize me?
Why?
I didn’t find it funny anymore and I felt
like bursting and pulling everything
down.
I looked at mummy pastor and she
smiled at me largely, tears still on her
face.
“Daughter, I promised to tell you all.
Just ask me” she said and she closed
her eyes bitterly.
I didn’t care anymore
This was an open cheque and I had to
make use of it wisely now, else, that
would be all
“Mummy, what is in your tummy? Is it
really sit-up effect or pregnancy?” I
asked and she smiled
“Precious, please can you…” Tony was
saying when mummy pastor pulled him
beside her. She held us together- Tony
on the right and I on the left.
“It’s fibroid tumor” she blurted out and
my head banged severally
Fibroid!
My mind never even went to that
aspect at all!
I had only thought that it was either
pregnancy or pregnancy!
Mummy smiled bitterly.
My heart broke the more!
“Mummy, are you really that sick? Is
fibroid the only thing? Is there
anything I should know that I don’t? Is
there?” I cried, tears rolling down my
face.
“That’s not all my daughter” she said
again.
Her voice was so sure
My eyes widened
Tony wasn’t even saying anything
His head was bowed down
Jesus!
I stood up all of a suddenly, banged my
back to the floor and there cried
bitterly.
“Oh God! This cannot be! You said in
your word that whatever God reveals
to us is for our children and ourselves.
The dream you showed to me cannot
come to pass. It cannot come to pass at
all oh God! Arise Jesus!”
I prayed so hard, smashing myself to
the ground and crying so bitterly.
Thank God I was still wearing my
sporting trousers if not; I would have
been in a total mess.
“Oh God! Why? Why Father? Father,
why? Jesus!” I cried the more
“Precious!” Mummy Pastor called out
and I looked out. My eyes were
obviously bloodshot because though
there were no tears on Tony’s face, his
eyes were drunk-red!
“Mummy…oh mummy” I cried out the
more
“Daughter, I am just a woman of a
bitter life. I had tried to live like that
Shunnamite woman who kept on saying
‘It is Well’ but it has not worked for
me. Not at all!” she lamented
“Why mum? Why?” I cried too
“Probably because I failed in my duties
as a good home keeper” she said and I
looked up at her.
“Failed? How?” I asked further
She wheezed and Tony stood up
suddenly.
He came in with a bottle of water and
she swallowed with great difficulty.
I pitied her greatly.
There I was eating whatever I liked and
still complaining of the sweetness or
this or that!
Oh what ingrate I had been!
“Of course I have failed. Once your
husband can no longer sit in the house
with you for long; pray with you as
usual, eat the food you prepared, sleep
in the same bed with you, live in the
same house with you, haven’t you
failed?” she asked again, looking
intently into my face.
That could never be true!
She was only citing examples.
Daddy and mummy still came to
church together on Sunday wearing the
same attire, looking gorgeous as ever
and radiating God’s glory.
So, what’s all this?
“Mummy, dad doesn’t live at home?” I
asked and Tony gave me an ‘Isn’t it
enough?’ look but I shrugged.
I was as sorrowful as anyone else.
“I thought you were going to ask me
that question when you cleared my
room that day but you didn’t. Did you
see anything that pertained to Men’s
stuff in the room that day? He was long
gone”
“What!”
“Yes! We are as good as divorced” she
blurted out.
It was hard to believe for me and I
looked around in shock.
Tony’s head was bowed low still.
‘Divorce? How and why?’
I just didn’t understand.
Mummy Pastor smiled
‘If God had not stated expressly that he
hates divorce, my husband would
probably have filed for one’ she said
still, sadly.
I was overwhelmed!
I sat on the floor and bit my lower lip
in anguish.
It was as if I had never heard
something like this before
‘But mum, you have been awarded
couples of the year lots of time now.
You and daddy do almost everything in
common. So, mummy, I don’t seem to
understand anymore’
She laughed so much that she fell into
a fit of hard cough.
Tony gave her the bottle of water again
and that was when I saw it on his face –
his tears!
Men cry but when a real man like Tony
who was also a medical doctor cried, it
meant there was a big problem!
‘It was all camouflage my daughter!
Pretense!’
She started her sad tales amidst her
heart-rending coughs
How Pastor went to rent an apartment
at the end of the street so he could
have time alone with God and the
ministry; how he no longer lived at
home; how he refused to eat at home
again; how he sent all the kids abroad
so Mummy could have time for herself
even against her own will
‘Oh how I miss my children!’ she cried,
holding her chest in serious pain.
‘They are not doing any better. Not at
all! They are worst than ever now.
Doing different bad stuffs. He’s
ashamed now to bring them back and I
am not allowed to go because of his
selfish ambition – his wife can’t leave
him! Yet he doesn’t care. He doesn’t
know anything about me. All is about
the church!” she cried loudly and I
sniffed
Oh oh!
That’s the problem now.
The pastor has a mistress- his church!
Now I know!
I watched as she shook so vehemently.
She must be really lonely!
‘Mummy, this isn’t good for you. This is
wrong. Please, let’s forget about it and
keep on praying’ Tony said, holding her
hands gently and looking into his face.
‘I have never done it! I have preached
against it! Never allow the third party
into your marriage- but I have broken
it. I have allowed the third and the
fourth the same night. I have failed!
Frustration forced me! Sickness opened
my mouth! Death threate…. ‘she paused
to shed some tears again, she
swallowed hard before continuing the
sad tale.
‘ I love my husband and he loved me
too. He is just too busy to a fault. He
never realized that I was on low-cut till
today and when he saw it, he didn’t
bother asking why I did. He only said it
fitted me. Oh mine! I never cut my hair.
I never did… ‘ she wailed.
I looked aback and wanted to talk when
Tony held me back from talking.
‘Leave her alone. Let me talk to her.
God showed my secret to both of you
different nights in different places!
What’s there to hide again? What?’
She spoke hopelessly and I heaved a
deep sigh.
This is a sad tale Oh God!
I couldn’t believe it!
So Tony also had a dream as pertaining
to the pastor’s wife?
Hmmmmm… Holy Spirit the revealer of
secrets!
‘My husband did not come around
because I called him to tell him I was
sick. He came because I threatened that
if he didn’t come, I would send for you
guys. I knew he would want a good
image to be created before his church
members and didn’t he succeed? He
did! I succeeded too though it was
short -lived as I got the opportunity to
sleep on his laps with his hands over
me once again.
I shook my head!
This was more serious than I ever
imagined.
‘But mummy, why not have the fibroid
removed… You were also saying
something about your hair not being
cut by yourself’ I reminded her.
I wanted a comprehensive
understanding of it all so that I would
be able know how to pray too.
She laughed dryly while Tony threw me
a ‘why do you have to ask’ kind of look.
Is it bad to be inquisitive?
Not at all!
She cleared her throat and looked at
me in the face.
‘The answer is clear. I can’t remove the
fibroid because my body is not OK. My
hair fell off themselves with Noone
touching them because my body is not
Ok. My body is not ok because it is
infested with… ‘ she continued sadly
when I stamped my foot on the floor.
Could I bear it?
Would the shock be too much to bear
for me?
‘Mummy, wait!’
I needed a heart gird now so I wouldn’t
pass out when I get the shock
That’s why I hate surprises!
They make my heart race so much that
by the time I get the surprise, I start to
vomit-the aftermath of the anxiety.
‘OK mummy.. I am ready’ I said again
and she pulled me close and smiled.
She pulled one of ears and her hands
were rough!
Hmmmmm
‘Leukemia!’ that was the only thing she
said and my head scattered.
Blood cancer!!
Jesus!
Oh my Savior!
As I looked into her face, all I saw was
the cancer… It was red, then blue, then
black, then white and I became really
derilious.


The Candle In The Wind – Episode 10



Episode 10
“This must be the first time you are
visiting our house” the pastor said and
I shook my head
It must have skipped mummy’s mind
to tell him.
Didn’t he see that the mouse hole of a
bedroom was now sparkling clean?
“This is the second time sir. The first
time, mummy wasn’t feeling to well, so
I came around to do some things for
her” I went on and after I stopped, I
wondered who asked me for the long
tale
“Oh, I See! My wife doesn’t rest o. she
doesn’t at all. All was as a result of
stress. She is better now. You can see
her sweating profusely. All fever is
gone” he said and I smiled broadly.
So it was even fever!
Wow! That fever must have been really
severe o.
I looked at Tony and his face was glued
to the television as if he was in another
world.
“But daddy, mummy had been looking
really pale for some time now. It isn’t
good for her present state of health” I
said and he looked at me, shocked
“What state?” he asked
So he didn’t know?
He didn’t know that his wife was
pregnant?
Oh no!
My doubts started resurfacing
“Isn’t mummy pregnant?” I asked and
he laughed really hard
“Pregnant at what age? Pregnant at 55?
Oh no!” he laughed again
So, what was the protruding tummy
for?
Exactly what?
He touched her stomach gently and
mummy pastor flinched
“Mummy started some sit-up exercises
and she stopped all of a sudden. This is
the aftermath.” He explained and I
nodded
I became confused instead of being
convinced
I was not new to exercises and sit-ups
had been my best for flat tummy.
Even though I stopped for a while and
my tummy became enlarged, mummy
pastor’s own looked extra-blown that it
felt like there was a whole baby in
there
It is well o
“Ok sir” I replied when I realized that I
had not given an answer all this while.
He smiled again
“Please pray well o. I want you to bring
your sweetheart to me soon o” he said
and I smiled
“Ok sir. God will help me o” I said and
he smiled
“Ogagun” he called out to Tony and he
looked back, smiling sweetly
“Yes daddy” he replied, calmly.
“I am awaiting your MMR soon o” he
said again and Tony laughed as if it was
more than what the pastor said
This guy sef!
The pastor laughed too
“I am serious o. I am telling you now.
Better be prayerful and bring her sharp
sharp” he said further, still smiling
My head opened all of a sudden and I
remembered what I heard in the
dream.
What Tony called me!
MMR!
Chai!
What does that mean?
I cleared my throat
“Daddy, what does MMR means?” I
asked and the men both laughed
“Bush sister!” Tony said and I gave him
a stern knowing look.
“If I don’t know something, I can’t ask
again? Huh?” I was almost getting
angry
I guess this guy doesn’t really know
who I am and what I have been able to
achieve in life.
If he does, he wouldn’t talk anyhow to
me.
“Bro Tony, stop persecuting my
daughter o.” Pastor said and Tony
became serious as he looked at me
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I
am so sorry” he said again and he
meant it.
I shrugged my shoulders
As I looked into his face, I read it, well
spelt out “Your shakara sef too much!”
“MD reigned in many marriages as the
‘My Dear’ thing became rampant. Now,
it’s the era of My Missing Rib…MMR”
the pastor explained and I smiled
“I didn’t know that that was it. I am
already conversant with the missing rib
thing. Nice one. God’s will shall be
done o” I said just so normally that
when the men’s resounding amen rang
in my ears, I was startled and they
made jest of me.
The pastor’s phone rang and I went
across the room to pick the phone.
The pastor placed his wife gently on the
settee as he scurried after me.
He got the phone from me, whispered a
‘thank you’ hurriedly and left the room.
I went back into the sitting room and
sat directly opposite Tony.
We said nothing to each other.
I looked over to mummy’s side and saw
her face clearly.
That bitter smile!
Again!
I went towards her and sat on the
settee beside her
She looked really helpless.
I held her close to myself and she clung
to me.
Her teeth were beating against one
another and I felt really odd- as if
something was wrong.
Her eyes were still shut tightly.
Pastor came in and cleared his throat.
“I am so happy that you guys are here.”
He said and smiled. Mummy became
hot in my hands and I looked into her
face.
Tears ran down her face
I was shocked because she was
obviously still sleeping
“I just got a call now that I am needed
urgently at our church branch in South
Africa. I would have to go now. I would
put a call through to my wife from
there since she still appears to be
sleeping.” He said on and mummy’s
hands around me tightened.
Was she scared of him going?
Was she trying to say he should not go?
Pastor knotted his tie as he bent down
to pick his briefcase.
He came beside us on the settee, and I
was thankful that he would perhaps
see her tears
He pecked her forehead and brought
out his handkerchief.
He wiped her face
“She is sweating. You probably increase
the air-conditioner” he said and I was
shocked
Sweat?
Was it not obvious that it was tears and
not sweat?
Jesus!
Is this insensitivity or sheer
wickedness?
What surname do I give this oh Lord!
“This is my credit card if she probably
needs anything. I will be back soon. I
am counting on you all. I love you” he
said
He didn’t even wait to get the response
before he jumped out of the room.
Tony’s face and mine met and we
coincidentally shook our heads
“What’s this? I feel weird” I said as I
hugged mummy pastor close
“Prayer. That’s the major thing needed
now. we need to pray more for them.”
He said too
Mummy pastor sneezed and then
coughed and tried to sit up.
Tony jumped over to our side and
helped her up.
“Sorry ma” he said as he supported her
head with the pillow.
Mummy pastor smiled as tears ran
down her face.
My heart broke
“Mummy, I asked you the other time.
What is happening to you? What is it
that even daddy doesn’t know about?
Exactly what mum?” I asked in a very
shaky voice.
I was becoming sick and tired of
everything and I just wanted to put an
end to all that she was going through.
Tears ran down her face the more.
“Please Precious. Let’s give her a
breathing space” Tony said, trying to
pacify me in his own ways but I
wouldn’t bulge
“Please leave me. You already know
what the problem is but I don’t. do you
know how I have stayed in perpetual
suspense and anxiety for days? Do
you?” I was almost crying
I wasn’t a timid lady
Why was everyone trying to
marginalize me?
Why?
I didn’t find it funny anymore and I felt
like bursting and pulling everything
down.
I looked at mummy pastor and she
smiled at me largely, tears still on her
face.
“Daughter, I promised to tell you all.
Just ask me” she said and she closed
her eyes bitterly.
I didn’t care anymore
This was an open cheque and I had to
make use of it wisely now, else, that
would be all
“Mummy, what is in your tummy? Is it
really sit-up effect or pregnancy?” I
asked and she smiled
“Precious, please can you…” Tony was
saying when mummy pastor pulled him
beside her. She held us together- Tony
on the right and I on the left.
“It’s fibroid tumor” she blurted out and
my head banged severally
Fibroid!
My mind never even went to that
aspect at all!
I had only thought that it was either
pregnancy or pregnancy!
Mummy smiled bitterly.
My heart broke the more!
“Mummy, are you really that sick? Is
fibroid the only thing? Is there
anything I should know that I don’t? Is
there?” I cried, tears rolling down my
face.
“That’s not all my daughter” she said
again.
Her voice was so sure
My eyes widened
Tony wasn’t even saying anything
His head was bowed down
Jesus!
I stood up all of a suddenly, banged my
back to the floor and there cried
bitterly.
“Oh God! This cannot be! You said in
your word that whatever God reveals
to us is for our children and ourselves.
The dream you showed to me cannot
come to pass. It cannot come to pass at
all oh God! Arise Jesus!”
I prayed so hard, smashing myself to
the ground and crying so bitterly.
Thank God I was still wearing my
sporting trousers if not; I would have
been in a total mess.
“Oh God! Why? Why Father? Father,
why? Jesus!” I cried the more
“Precious!” Mummy Pastor called out
and I looked out. My eyes were
obviously bloodshot because though
there were no tears on Tony’s face, his
eyes were drunk-red!
“Mummy…oh mummy” I cried out the
more
“Daughter, I am just a woman of a
bitter life. I had tried to live like that
Shunnamite woman who kept on saying
‘It is Well’ but it has not worked for
me. Not at all!” she lamented
“Why mum? Why?” I cried too
“Probably because I failed in my duties
as a good home keeper” she said and I
looked up at her.
“Failed? How?” I asked further
She wheezed and Tony stood up
suddenly.
He came in with a bottle of water and
she swallowed with great difficulty.
I pitied her greatly.
There I was eating whatever I liked and
still complaining of the sweetness or
this or that!
Oh what ingrate I had been!
“Of course I have failed. Once your
husband can no longer sit in the house
with you for long; pray with you as
usual, eat the food you prepared, sleep
in the same bed with you, live in the
same house with you, haven’t you
failed?” she asked again, looking
intently into my face.
That could never be true!
She was only citing examples.
Daddy and mummy still came to
church together on Sunday wearing the
same attire, looking gorgeous as ever
and radiating God’s glory.
So, what’s all this?
“Mummy, dad doesn’t live at home?” I
asked and Tony gave me an ‘Isn’t it
enough?’ look but I shrugged.
I was as sorrowful as anyone else.
“I thought you were going to ask me
that question when you cleared my
room that day but you didn’t. Did you
see anything that pertained to Men’s
stuff in the room that day? He was long
gone”
“What!”
“Yes! We are as good as divorced” she
blurted out.
It was hard to believe for me and I
looked around in shock.
Tony’s head was bowed low still.
‘Divorce? How and why?’
I just didn’t understand.
Mummy Pastor smiled
‘If God had not stated expressly that he
hates divorce, my husband would
probably have filed for one’ she said
still, sadly.
I was overwhelmed!
I sat on the floor and bit my lower lip
in anguish.
It was as if I had never heard
something like this before
‘But mum, you have been awarded
couples of the year lots of time now.
You and daddy do almost everything in
common. So, mummy, I don’t seem to
understand anymore’
She laughed so much that she fell into
a fit of hard cough.
Tony gave her the bottle of water again
and that was when I saw it on his face –
his tears!
Men cry but when a real man like Tony
who was also a medical doctor cried, it
meant there was a big problem!
‘It was all camouflage my daughter!
Pretense!’
She started her sad tales amidst her
heart-rending coughs
How Pastor went to rent an apartment
at the end of the street so he could
have time alone with God and the
ministry; how he no longer lived at
home; how he refused to eat at home
again; how he sent all the kids abroad
so Mummy could have time for herself
even against her own will
‘Oh how I miss my children!’ she cried,
holding her chest in serious pain.
‘They are not doing any better. Not at
all! They are worst than ever now.
Doing different bad stuffs. He’s
ashamed now to bring them back and I
am not allowed to go because of his
selfish ambition – his wife can’t leave
him! Yet he doesn’t care. He doesn’t
know anything about me. All is about
the church!” she cried loudly and I
sniffed
Oh oh!
That’s the problem now.
The pastor has a mistress- his church!
Now I know!
I watched as she shook so vehemently.
She must be really lonely!
‘Mummy, this isn’t good for you. This is
wrong. Please, let’s forget about it and
keep on praying’ Tony said, holding her
hands gently and looking into his face.
‘I have never done it! I have preached
against it! Never allow the third party
into your marriage- but I have broken
it. I have allowed the third and the
fourth the same night. I have failed!
Frustration forced me! Sickness opened
my mouth! Death threate…. ‘she paused
to shed some tears again, she
swallowed hard before continuing the
sad tale.
‘ I love my husband and he loved me
too. He is just too busy to a fault. He
never realized that I was on low-cut till
today and when he saw it, he didn’t
bother asking why I did. He only said it
fitted me. Oh mine! I never cut my hair.
I never did… ‘ she wailed.
I looked aback and wanted to talk when
Tony held me back from talking.
‘Leave her alone. Let me talk to her.
God showed my secret to both of you
different nights in different places!
What’s there to hide again? What?’
She spoke hopelessly and I heaved a
deep sigh.
This is a sad tale Oh God!
I couldn’t believe it!
So Tony also had a dream as pertaining
to the pastor’s wife?
Hmmmmm… Holy Spirit the revealer of
secrets!
‘My husband did not come around
because I called him to tell him I was
sick. He came because I threatened that
if he didn’t come, I would send for you
guys. I knew he would want a good
image to be created before his church
members and didn’t he succeed? He
did! I succeeded too though it was
short -lived as I got the opportunity to
sleep on his laps with his hands over
me once again.
I shook my head!
This was more serious than I ever
imagined.
‘But mummy, why not have the fibroid
removed… You were also saying
something about your hair not being
cut by yourself’ I reminded her.
I wanted a comprehensive
understanding of it all so that I would
be able know how to pray too.
She laughed dryly while Tony threw me
a ‘why do you have to ask’ kind of look.
Is it bad to be inquisitive?
Not at all!
She cleared her throat and looked at
me in the face.
‘The answer is clear. I can’t remove the
fibroid because my body is not OK. My
hair fell off themselves with Noone
touching them because my body is not
Ok. My body is not ok because it is
infested with… ‘ she continued sadly
when I stamped my foot on the floor.
Could I bear it?
Would the shock be too much to bear
for me?
‘Mummy, wait!’
I needed a heart gird now so I wouldn’t
pass out when I get the shock
That’s why I hate surprises!
They make my heart race so much that
by the time I get the surprise, I start to
vomit-the aftermath of the anxiety.
‘OK mummy.. I am ready’ I said again
and she pulled me close and smiled.
She pulled one of ears and her hands
were rough!
Hmmmmm
‘Leukemia!’ that was the only thing she
said and my head scattered.
Blood cancer!!
Jesus!
Oh my Savior!
As I looked into her face, all I saw was
the cancer… It was red, then blue, then
black, then white and I became really
derilious.


The Candle In The Wind – Episode 10



Episode 10
“This must be the first time you are
visiting our house” the pastor said and
I shook my head
It must have skipped mummy’s mind
to tell him.
Didn’t he see that the mouse hole of a
bedroom was now sparkling clean?
“This is the second time sir. The first
time, mummy wasn’t feeling to well, so
I came around to do some things for
her” I went on and after I stopped, I
wondered who asked me for the long
tale
“Oh, I See! My wife doesn’t rest o. she
doesn’t at all. All was as a result of
stress. She is better now. You can see
her sweating profusely. All fever is
gone” he said and I smiled broadly.
So it was even fever!
Wow! That fever must have been really
severe o.
I looked at Tony and his face was glued
to the television as if he was in another
world.
“But daddy, mummy had been looking
really pale for some time now. It isn’t
good for her present state of health” I
said and he looked at me, shocked
“What state?” he asked
So he didn’t know?
He didn’t know that his wife was
pregnant?
Oh no!
My doubts started resurfacing
“Isn’t mummy pregnant?” I asked and
he laughed really hard
“Pregnant at what age? Pregnant at 55?
Oh no!” he laughed again
So, what was the protruding tummy
for?
Exactly what?
He touched her stomach gently and
mummy pastor flinched
“Mummy started some sit-up exercises
and she stopped all of a sudden. This is
the aftermath.” He explained and I
nodded
I became confused instead of being
convinced
I was not new to exercises and sit-ups
had been my best for flat tummy.
Even though I stopped for a while and
my tummy became enlarged, mummy
pastor’s own looked extra-blown that it
felt like there was a whole baby in
there
It is well o
“Ok sir” I replied when I realized that I
had not given an answer all this while.
He smiled again
“Please pray well o. I want you to bring
your sweetheart to me soon o” he said
and I smiled
“Ok sir. God will help me o” I said and
he smiled
“Ogagun” he called out to Tony and he
looked back, smiling sweetly
“Yes daddy” he replied, calmly.
“I am awaiting your MMR soon o” he
said again and Tony laughed as if it was
more than what the pastor said
This guy sef!
The pastor laughed too
“I am serious o. I am telling you now.
Better be prayerful and bring her sharp
sharp” he said further, still smiling
My head opened all of a sudden and I
remembered what I heard in the
dream.
What Tony called me!
MMR!
Chai!
What does that mean?
I cleared my throat
“Daddy, what does MMR means?” I
asked and the men both laughed
“Bush sister!” Tony said and I gave him
a stern knowing look.
“If I don’t know something, I can’t ask
again? Huh?” I was almost getting
angry
I guess this guy doesn’t really know
who I am and what I have been able to
achieve in life.
If he does, he wouldn’t talk anyhow to
me.
“Bro Tony, stop persecuting my
daughter o.” Pastor said and Tony
became serious as he looked at me
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I
am so sorry” he said again and he
meant it.
I shrugged my shoulders
As I looked into his face, I read it, well
spelt out “Your shakara sef too much!”
“MD reigned in many marriages as the
‘My Dear’ thing became rampant. Now,
it’s the era of My Missing Rib…MMR”
the pastor explained and I smiled
“I didn’t know that that was it. I am
already conversant with the missing rib
thing. Nice one. God’s will shall be
done o” I said just so normally that
when the men’s resounding amen rang
in my ears, I was startled and they
made jest of me.
The pastor’s phone rang and I went
across the room to pick the phone.
The pastor placed his wife gently on the
settee as he scurried after me.
He got the phone from me, whispered a
‘thank you’ hurriedly and left the room.
I went back into the sitting room and
sat directly opposite Tony.
We said nothing to each other.
I looked over to mummy’s side and saw
her face clearly.
That bitter smile!
Again!
I went towards her and sat on the
settee beside her
She looked really helpless.
I held her close to myself and she clung
to me.
Her teeth were beating against one
another and I felt really odd- as if
something was wrong.
Her eyes were still shut tightly.
Pastor came in and cleared his throat.
“I am so happy that you guys are here.”
He said and smiled. Mummy became
hot in my hands and I looked into her
face.
Tears ran down her face
I was shocked because she was
obviously still sleeping
“I just got a call now that I am needed
urgently at our church branch in South
Africa. I would have to go now. I would
put a call through to my wife from
there since she still appears to be
sleeping.” He said on and mummy’s
hands around me tightened.
Was she scared of him going?
Was she trying to say he should not go?
Pastor knotted his tie as he bent down
to pick his briefcase.
He came beside us on the settee, and I
was thankful that he would perhaps
see her tears
He pecked her forehead and brought
out his handkerchief.
He wiped her face
“She is sweating. You probably increase
the air-conditioner” he said and I was
shocked
Sweat?
Was it not obvious that it was tears and
not sweat?
Jesus!
Is this insensitivity or sheer
wickedness?
What surname do I give this oh Lord!
“This is my credit card if she probably
needs anything. I will be back soon. I
am counting on you all. I love you” he
said
He didn’t even wait to get the response
before he jumped out of the room.
Tony’s face and mine met and we
coincidentally shook our heads
“What’s this? I feel weird” I said as I
hugged mummy pastor close
“Prayer. That’s the major thing needed
now. we need to pray more for them.”
He said too
Mummy pastor sneezed and then
coughed and tried to sit up.
Tony jumped over to our side and
helped her up.
“Sorry ma” he said as he supported her
head with the pillow.
Mummy pastor smiled as tears ran
down her face.
My heart broke
“Mummy, I asked you the other time.
What is happening to you? What is it
that even daddy doesn’t know about?
Exactly what mum?” I asked in a very
shaky voice.
I was becoming sick and tired of
everything and I just wanted to put an
end to all that she was going through.
Tears ran down her face the more.
“Please Precious. Let’s give her a
breathing space” Tony said, trying to
pacify me in his own ways but I
wouldn’t bulge
“Please leave me. You already know
what the problem is but I don’t. do you
know how I have stayed in perpetual
suspense and anxiety for days? Do
you?” I was almost crying
I wasn’t a timid lady
Why was everyone trying to
marginalize me?
Why?
I didn’t find it funny anymore and I felt
like bursting and pulling everything
down.
I looked at mummy pastor and she
smiled at me largely, tears still on her
face.
“Daughter, I promised to tell you all.
Just ask me” she said and she closed
her eyes bitterly.
I didn’t care anymore
This was an open cheque and I had to
make use of it wisely now, else, that
would be all
“Mummy, what is in your tummy? Is it
really sit-up effect or pregnancy?” I
asked and she smiled
“Precious, please can you…” Tony was
saying when mummy pastor pulled him
beside her. She held us together- Tony
on the right and I on the left.
“It’s fibroid tumor” she blurted out and
my head banged severally
Fibroid!
My mind never even went to that
aspect at all!
I had only thought that it was either
pregnancy or pregnancy!
Mummy smiled bitterly.
My heart broke the more!
“Mummy, are you really that sick? Is
fibroid the only thing? Is there
anything I should know that I don’t? Is
there?” I cried, tears rolling down my
face.
“That’s not all my daughter” she said
again.
Her voice was so sure
My eyes widened
Tony wasn’t even saying anything
His head was bowed down
Jesus!
I stood up all of a suddenly, banged my
back to the floor and there cried
bitterly.
“Oh God! This cannot be! You said in
your word that whatever God reveals
to us is for our children and ourselves.
The dream you showed to me cannot
come to pass. It cannot come to pass at
all oh God! Arise Jesus!”
I prayed so hard, smashing myself to
the ground and crying so bitterly.
Thank God I was still wearing my
sporting trousers if not; I would have
been in a total mess.
“Oh God! Why? Why Father? Father,
why? Jesus!” I cried the more
“Precious!” Mummy Pastor called out
and I looked out. My eyes were
obviously bloodshot because though
there were no tears on Tony’s face, his
eyes were drunk-red!
“Mummy…oh mummy” I cried out the
more
“Daughter, I am just a woman of a
bitter life. I had tried to live like that
Shunnamite woman who kept on saying
‘It is Well’ but it has not worked for
me. Not at all!” she lamented
“Why mum? Why?” I cried too
“Probably because I failed in my duties
as a good home keeper” she said and I
looked up at her.
“Failed? How?” I asked further
She wheezed and Tony stood up
suddenly.
He came in with a bottle of water and
she swallowed with great difficulty.
I pitied her greatly.
There I was eating whatever I liked and
still complaining of the sweetness or
this or that!
Oh what ingrate I had been!
“Of course I have failed. Once your
husband can no longer sit in the house
with you for long; pray with you as
usual, eat the food you prepared, sleep
in the same bed with you, live in the
same house with you, haven’t you
failed?” she asked again, looking
intently into my face.
That could never be true!
She was only citing examples.
Daddy and mummy still came to
church together on Sunday wearing the
same attire, looking gorgeous as ever
and radiating God’s glory.
So, what’s all this?
“Mummy, dad doesn’t live at home?” I
asked and Tony gave me an ‘Isn’t it
enough?’ look but I shrugged.
I was as sorrowful as anyone else.
“I thought you were going to ask me
that question when you cleared my
room that day but you didn’t. Did you
see anything that pertained to Men’s
stuff in the room that day? He was long
gone”
“What!”
“Yes! We are as good as divorced” she
blurted out.
It was hard to believe for me and I
looked around in shock.
Tony’s head was bowed low still.
‘Divorce? How and why?’
I just didn’t understand.
Mummy Pastor smiled
‘If God had not stated expressly that he
hates divorce, my husband would
probably have filed for one’ she said
still, sadly.
I was overwhelmed!
I sat on the floor and bit my lower lip
in anguish.
It was as if I had never heard
something like this before
‘But mum, you have been awarded
couples of the year lots of time now.
You and daddy do almost everything in
common. So, mummy, I don’t seem to
understand anymore’
She laughed so much that she fell into
a fit of hard cough.
Tony gave her the bottle of water again
and that was when I saw it on his face –
his tears!
Men cry but when a real man like Tony
who was also a medical doctor cried, it
meant there was a big problem!
‘It was all camouflage my daughter!
Pretense!’
She started her sad tales amidst her
heart-rending coughs
How Pastor went to rent an apartment
at the end of the street so he could
have time alone with God and the
ministry; how he no longer lived at
home; how he refused to eat at home
again; how he sent all the kids abroad
so Mummy could have time for herself
even against her own will
‘Oh how I miss my children!’ she cried,
holding her chest in serious pain.
‘They are not doing any better. Not at
all! They are worst than ever now.
Doing different bad stuffs. He’s
ashamed now to bring them back and I
am not allowed to go because of his
selfish ambition – his wife can’t leave
him! Yet he doesn’t care. He doesn’t
know anything about me. All is about
the church!” she cried loudly and I
sniffed
Oh oh!
That’s the problem now.
The pastor has a mistress- his church!
Now I know!
I watched as she shook so vehemently.
She must be really lonely!
‘Mummy, this isn’t good for you. This is
wrong. Please, let’s forget about it and
keep on praying’ Tony said, holding her
hands gently and looking into his face.
‘I have never done it! I have preached
against it! Never allow the third party
into your marriage- but I have broken
it. I have allowed the third and the
fourth the same night. I have failed!
Frustration forced me! Sickness opened
my mouth! Death threate…. ‘she paused
to shed some tears again, she
swallowed hard before continuing the
sad tale.
‘ I love my husband and he loved me
too. He is just too busy to a fault. He
never realized that I was on low-cut till
today and when he saw it, he didn’t
bother asking why I did. He only said it
fitted me. Oh mine! I never cut my hair.
I never did… ‘ she wailed.
I looked aback and wanted to talk when
Tony held me back from talking.
‘Leave her alone. Let me talk to her.
God showed my secret to both of you
different nights in different places!
What’s there to hide again? What?’
She spoke hopelessly and I heaved a
deep sigh.
This is a sad tale Oh God!
I couldn’t believe it!
So Tony also had a dream as pertaining
to the pastor’s wife?
Hmmmmm… Holy Spirit the revealer of
secrets!
‘My husband did not come around
because I called him to tell him I was
sick. He came because I threatened that
if he didn’t come, I would send for you
guys. I knew he would want a good
image to be created before his church
members and didn’t he succeed? He
did! I succeeded too though it was
short -lived as I got the opportunity to
sleep on his laps with his hands over
me once again.
I shook my head!
This was more serious than I ever
imagined.
‘But mummy, why not have the fibroid
removed… You were also saying
something about your hair not being
cut by yourself’ I reminded her.
I wanted a comprehensive
understanding of it all so that I would
be able know how to pray too.
She laughed dryly while Tony threw me
a ‘why do you have to ask’ kind of look.
Is it bad to be inquisitive?
Not at all!
She cleared her throat and looked at
me in the face.
‘The answer is clear. I can’t remove the
fibroid because my body is not OK. My
hair fell off themselves with Noone
touching them because my body is not
Ok. My body is not ok because it is
infested with… ‘ she continued sadly
when I stamped my foot on the floor.
Could I bear it?
Would the shock be too much to bear
for me?
‘Mummy, wait!’
I needed a heart gird now so I wouldn’t
pass out when I get the shock
That’s why I hate surprises!
They make my heart race so much that
by the time I get the surprise, I start to
vomit-the aftermath of the anxiety.
‘OK mummy.. I am ready’ I said again
and she pulled me close and smiled.
She pulled one of ears and her hands
were rough!
Hmmmmm
‘Leukemia!’ that was the only thing she
said and my head scattered.
Blood cancer!!
Jesus!
Oh my Savior!
As I looked into her face, all I saw was
the cancer… It was red, then blue, then
black, then white and I became really
derilious.


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