PASTOR’S SECOND WIFE
EPISIDE 3
Can you see what I have been through all these years? I have made up my mind more than twenty times never to have anything to do with this pastor again but I have repeatedly found myself going back to my vomit again. You have seen it yourself, Stella lamented.
This is obviously why many people cannot resist sexual advances from pastors. I began to confess my sins for all the evil I have said concerning the ladies who were found to have illicit affairs with pastors. My dear sisters reading this story, hear my advice; stay away from the anointed, you may not be able to resist the temptation.
Now back to the main issue about Stella’s pregnancy. I began to tell myself I won’t involve myself in this evil act again. Whatsoever that will happen should happen, I am out this time. I needed to also be careful not to hurt Stella. I must present it to her in a manner it won’t hurt her. Even though I am yet to overcome the lust I suddenly developed for Stella’s man after he accidentally touched my breast, did I say Stella’s man? I mean our pastor. Maybe I should discuss my feelings with my resident pastor. But my resident pastor is junior to pastor Olumodeji. I waved that idea away, a junior pastor cannot handle a case involving a senior pastor.
Three weeks later, Stella had finished arrangements on her plan to disappear and move to a new location where no one knows her. But where exactly are you going to? Who are you going to meet over there? I asked Stella. I will like to keep this away from you. I know when my people start looking for me you will surely bring them to where I am. Trust me, I will be fine, I can take care of myself and my baby. Just let this be a secret between us. My action will save the church a whole lot of trouble, She said. I couldn’t hold back my tears for fear of what will befall my friend. How will she survive with three months pregnancy in a strange land? What will I tell people when they start looking for her? How will I ever explain that I don’t know the whereabout of my best friend? I hope this will not land me into trouble. Fear began to find its way into my heart.
Managing fear, lust and loneliness was the most difficult thing to do at the same time. Fear for my friend, lust for pastor and loneliness created by the absence of my friend. I became extremely overwhelmed and sick. Since Stella left, pastor Olumodeji had not given me rest with calls and text messages. I have been avoiding his calls and messages just to stay away from him. I had planned to go for 3 days mountain prayers to deal with all these issues confronting me.
On a Friday I was to go for my mountain prayers before 7 am, pastor Olumodeji stormed my house unannounced. I was so shocked to see him. When he knocked at the door, I just ordered him to come in without even asking who it was. Sir, what are you doing in my house this early? I managed to ask him without salutation. “Where is Stella?”, he asked too without courtesy. Sir, I should be the one asking you where Stella is. She’s carrying your baby and you should know her whereabouts. Sir, nothing must happen to my friend. You better find her wherever you have taken her to. My senior pastor knelt down and began to beg me. “Please tell me where Stella is.” Please, sir, you are embarrassing me by kneeling before me. I will not leave here until you take me to where Stella is, he insisted. What’s this o God, what would I tell this man? He obviously knows I knew about Stella’s disappearance but he will never believe me if I tell him I don’t know her whereabouts. I moved closer to him to lift him up from his knees but couldn’t due to his weight. Halfway he slipped out of my hands and landed on my bed. Trying to regain my balance I staggered and fell on top of him. He tried to lift me up but I fell again and this time none of us was ready to make any attempt to disengage again. We began to look at each other, eye balls to eye balls.
I guess you are anxious to know what happened next. It was an ugly experience.
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