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IMASUEN’S PLIGHT : CHAPTER 1 – THE END

Written by Temi Akintade

Chapter 13

The Last Chapter

I kept thinking about Ebube’s last statemaent to me a few days ago when I attempted to ask why he had busted into tears the other night but he yelled at me instead and told me that he doesn’t want to hear any sound of musical instrument in his house, At first it was difficult.

I wanted to fight him for it because I couldn’t live without my keyboard or violin but I remembered what Morenikeji told me. About the woman with the alabaster box who gave her all to God.

The first thing I did after my husband made such decree was to report him to God. After that, every Sunday after service, after everyone must have gone home, I would stay back in church, kneel at the altar and begin to speak to God about my husband. My only prayers were;

‘Father, help my husband to see you through me. Help him to encounter you so that you can have his heart.

Afterward, I would rebuke every dark power clouding his mind that is hindering him from seeing the light. Then I would pay a covenant offering and leave.

Soon, he stopped me from going to the Lekki Wives prayer group. I was supposed to be furious but I was surprised that I wasn’t. Morenikeji encouraged me and told me to keep doing what I was doing.

That, God will soon arrest him. I knew that God could do anything but I wasn’t if I could take it anymore. I was ready for a divorce if he ask me to stop going to church.

But he didn’t ask me to stop going.

IMASUEN’S PLIGHT : CHAPTER 1 – THE END

Few weeks later, I noticed that he was home often, never preparing for work so I asked him if he was on leave he said yes that he took few days off to rest.

I sat with him in the sitting room and watched football with him which he found strange. I went to the mall and got some soup ingredients. I made him fish pepper soup.

This continued on and on until one afternoon, while we were watching a re-match, the Holy Spirit instructed me to prepare a bowl of fruit salad for him. I went to the kitchen, did, as he said and brought the bowl of fruit salad to my husband.

Ebube thanked me for it and kssed me on the cheeks. An act, which surprised us both. Since our two years in marriage my husband had never kssed me either by mistake or deliberately.

I suddenly had an urge to sing. But there was no way I could sing while the TV was on. So an idea dropped in my mind.

“Honey, I would like to specially present you a song.” I smiled.

He told me to sing. And so I did.

“Oh the overwhelming never-ending reckless love of God- oh it chase, fights till i’m found leaves the ninety-nine, I couldn’t earn it, I don’t deserve it, still you gave yourself away, oh the overwhelming never-ending ending reckless love of God…

There’s no shadow you won’t light up, mountain you won’t climb up coming after me-“ I shut my eyes this time, singing as loud as I could it was almost as if I was floating as I sang and just then I heard the Holy Spirit tell me that he has heard my cries.

I didn’t know what he meant but I kept singing. “There’s no wall you won’t kick down, lie you won’t tear down, coming after me…” my eyes flew open when I heard my husband’s sobbings.

His face was drenched with tears, he was on his knees, crying and saying, “I am sorry I let you down, Lord! I want to have what my wife has with you. I want you Lord!”

Tears filled my eyes, it was then I began to sing, “I love you, I love you, I love you Jesus I love you!” I waved my hands in the air and began to cry along with my husband.

It was hours later, in the early hours of the following day that he told me about his salvation experience.

That he had encountered Christ in his living room as a student and as a teenager while he watching football, and eating a bowl of fruit salad. It was then, that I understood why the Holy Spirit had given me an instruction to do that. He was probably reminding him of his salvation experience.

God indeed was a master planner.

IMASUEN’S PLIGHT : CHAPTER 1 – THE END

After Ebube finished rededicating his life to Christ, he began to follow me to church while he would sit in the congregation and watch me play violin in the choir.

“Soon people would pay to watch you play.” He hugged me one night.

I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want to be paid to watch but I wanted to use my gift as an instrument that would set the captives free just like him. but I kept it to myself.

A month after that, Ebube still could not be intimate with me as a husband should. When we went to the doctor he diagnosed ed him with a week’s erection and watery sperm. He also said that he might not be able to father a child in his life.

We went home, disappointed. He resumed back to work some weeks later. And we both went about our business like we use to. But I wasn’t settled. After church service on Sunday, I went to the altar as usual and went on my knees.

“Father, when my husband rededicated his life to you, you came back into his life and began to dwell in him. that means, he has life in him and since you are the fountain of life, I decree and declare that my husband receives life in every weak or dead organ of his body in Jesus name…” I kept praying and thanking God for my husband’s salvation and miracles yet to come. Then I went home.

Soon, I received an invitation of an invite from a church that the UK wanted me to play the violin in their church as a ministration.

I went alone since Ebube was busy at work. I got to the UK on the designated date, and on the day of the event, I began to play the tune that the Lord laid in my heart ahead for the program.

Just then, people began to fall under the anointing, some began to cry terribly, some screamed and fell, some prophesied and indeed, God took over the event.

There were diverse kinds of testimonies that night. Some guy even testified that he was free from ma$tu..rbation because he felt something leaving him the moment I began to play the violin.

By the time I got back to Nigeria, I began to play the violin in my room, although Ebube wasn’t around. So I played the instrument for hours and prayed for him too. For God to set him free totally.

IMASUEN’S PLIGHT : CHAPTER 1 – THE END

The following day, while I was preparing for my lunch, Ebube walked in stares at me like he had just realized something.

“What’s wrong?” because it was strange seeing him home by that time of the day.

He dropped his bag and phones on the chair, and just like a predator advancing towards his prey, he walked towards me and kssed me. By the time I pulled away to look into his eyes, I knew that there was more to this.

My husband was back. God had restored him. and like candle wax, I melted into his arms gradually forgetting the fact that I was cooking.

My phone rang, interrupting our moment. It was a familiar number, one that I haven’t seen for a long while now.