IMASUEN’S PLIGHT : CHAPTER 1 – THE END
By Temi Akintade
Chapter 11
It was more than a prayer group. About 20 other sophisticated women, beautifully dressed in colourful dresses crowded the mini-hall.
When I came, I met them doing what was called, a therapy/study session where all the women were split into groups of five. I was in Morenikeji’s group. She had on a different kind of attire this time. It was a simple style of black skirt and blue shirt with the inscription, Lekki Wives Prayer Group. And she also had on a different hair weave this time, it was curly. Only her nails and long scanty lashes didn’t change.
In their group of five, they talked about Deborah, the female prophetess who was known to be the wife of Lapidoth who at the same time, was known as a judge! Morenikeji explained how important it was for we as wives to rise in our businesses, career, and in our spiritual lives.
“Lapidoth received honour because of Deborah! She was seen as a woman of value and impact. Can we emulate that as women?” another woman who was on a low-cut said.
After the study session, a prayer was raised and the prayer was that Lord make me a woman of value. Open my eyes to the potentials and the gifting inside of me and let them begin to come alive in the name of Jesus!
I prayed that prayer until I felt dizzy.
Finally, it was time for the therapy session. We remained in mini-groups then the women began to talk about their marriage and what they didn’t want in their marriage. A smallish dark woman said that her husband drinks alcohol and she would like that to stop. We held hands and prayed agreement prayers.
Soon it was another woman’s turn who said, her husband recently loosed his job. We also prayed an agreement prayer. I glanced over at the other groups of women in circles. They were also sharing their secrets. Some were even crying and I felt like going to comfort them.
“Imasuen?” Morenikeji called softly.
I jolted back almost quickly. “Yes?”
“It’s your turn.” The woman on a low-cut hairstyle said.
I hesitated. But I began to speak because I felt like relieving myself from Ebube’s issue. “My husband has been masturbating for the past twenty years and, we have never been intimate as a man should be with his wife. And he is not gay.” I released a burst of dry, pained laughter. “And oh, I forgot to tell you that, he froze my account.”
The group was quiet briefly until Morenikeji hugged me. Her hug meant a lot, more like she was saying that, she understood what I was going through. The other women took turns in hugging me. And by the time the 5th woman hugged me, I broke into tears.
Morenikeji held my hand. “Look at us all. None of us is perfect. We are all committee of broken women who are leaving off the medication of the scriptures to be alive and usable for Jesus. So hey, there’s no reason to shed tears. You should shed tears of joy instead because you have come to the right place.”
That day, when I got back home, I understood the importance of prayer and the study of the word of God. Deborah became the newfound bible character that I fell in love with. Deborah the wife of Lapidoth. Judges 4 verse 9 became my watchword. Since I was a music teacher, I bought a violin and I would play for hours until my neck ached and although no words were sung, I felt much relieved whenever I played the violin.
Soon, on one of those busy nights that Ebube returned from his trips, I begged him to buy me a bass violin. The cello violin was normally used in orchestras. And he looked at me in disbelief.
“Are you sure you won’t need a piano?” he asked.
The following day, he got both and unfroze my account. When I shared my testimony at the prayer group, Morenikeji had told me that Ebube was experiencing a divine touch of God.
IMASUEN’S PLIGHT : CHAPTER 1 – THE END
One afternoon, after I was done playing my new musical notes on the keyboard, I slept off on the chair and then, I had a short dream where I saw a man dressed in Ankara attire the normal way my father would dress. And the man said; “I’m taking you places. Take more classes in Violin. With this musical instrument, souls will be delivered- my Deborah.”
When I woke from my dream, I knew that God had just visited me. I smiled thinking about what he had just told me. Just then, I made a mental note to add Deborah to my name.
I was going to be the Deborah of my generation, The wife of Ebube! I smiled. By the end of the week, after much research has been done, I settled to go for a 6 months course in music and violin in London.
When I told Ebube about it, he was blinded with rage and told me that all I wanted to be doing was wasting his money.
That night, I got angry….
IMASUEN’S PLIGHT : CHAPTER 1 – THE END
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