My husband is not a pàstór but a riitúàliist – Episode 1
Before I got married to my husband. When we were still dating he refused to have ségx with me. He kept saying after marriage. At first I thought he was being too religióús not knowing that he was hiding something very bàd from me all the while.
He is a pàstór in a very big chúrch in town and held a high position as the chúrch’s state overseer but little did the members know that he was a stróng óccúltiç man.
Before we got married, he never allowed me to see what was in-between his trousers. At one point, I wanted to break up with him but I couldn’t because above all. He really loved and cared for me so much.
He is fondly called “the miràcle worker” by our chúrch members. There was no sickness his pràyer couldn’t heal. He opened many bàrren wómbs and in fact, raised the dééàd.
How can someone as powérful as my husband who gives children to people at the whip of his white handkerchief be bàrren for 15 long years.
Yes! It’s been 15 long years since we got married without a child we can call our own. At first I thought he was impótent but even if that’s the case. He should’ve prayed and God would’ve answered him because his pràyers always got answered.
My husband was actually impótent but for a reason. He was a very powérful riitúàliist…
On Sunday evening, immediately we got back from the end of the month praise and worship service. I couldn’t bear it anymore. I engaged my husband in a very serious conversation. I wanted to know the truth.
“Honey, it’s been 15 long years. For how long are we going to continue like this? Let’s do something urgently about this please. You have taken almost every kind of drúúgs and it’s still not working. Is there something you’re not telling me?” I said, as I held his hands giving him a very pitifúl look to win his trust.
“I think it’s better if you don’t know. It’s a long story and I’ve been working towards fixing it. I just need more time. I want you to trust me.” He said, making me even more curious.
“For how long honey? You’ve been saying the same thing for 15yrs. I’m almost 40 and I don’t have a single child I can call my own. All my mates are married, each with 3 to 5 kids. I kept myself untouched for 23 years until I met you. Is this how you want to reward that? Why are you doing this to me? Why?… Why?… Honey Why?” I said, as I knelt down soaked in my own tears, cryíñg prófúsély.
“Okay! Since it has gotten to this, I will tell you the truth but you must promise me to keep it a secret. You must never tell anyone about this, not even your people let alone mine. You have to swéàr to me that you won’t tell anyone about this & if you do, you’ll dyéé.” He said, looking so serious as he went behind his wardrobe and brought a very dírty bottle with a green scààry fróg inside, tied with a red rope at the waist region.
To be continued ✍️