THE PASTOR’S WIFE…..(18+)…..Part 1

That morning, my husband David came to
pick me at the airport. He was dry faced and
tensed, very unusual.
Other times, David would be so excited to
come pick me, he would kiss me and hug me
passionately, but now, everything became
“You kept me waiting for hours in there.”
I said, gazing angrily at him.
“Don’t tell me it’s traffic honey, today is
“I am sorry, I had to pick the kids from
summer lessons, and then rush to church to
counsel a few couples.” He said soothingly.
“you now prepare the kids for school, What
happened to Ifeoma? she is the kids nanny.”
“And you are the Kids mom!” He Screamed

“you’ve been away from your family for
5months Ekom, the kids don’t even talk
about you anymore.” David deliberately
slowed his breathing in a bid to calm himself
I was silent for a while.
my lips quivered, but David ignored that he
saw tears glistening in my eyes.
Catching his eyes as he tried to look at me, I
sensed a shiver of unease go through him.
He was right, I was away from my family for
four months or more, I had women’s
conference and hundreds of women to
mentor in Houston. It was a moment I didn’t
want to miss.
Then I broke the silence; “what of Ifeoma?”
David looked uncertain. “she fell ill, so I
asked her to go see Doctor Dennis.”
We were both quiet until we got home.
I sat on my bed now, I slipped off my
slippers and sank my feet into rug and
decided to keep them sunk in so that my toes
would feel cushioned. So that a part of me
would feel safe.

“mummy!” my daughter screamed,
breathing deeply.
She smuggled into my arms and I grabbed
her tight to myself.
“where is your sister?” I whispered into her
“she is sleeping.”
Not long I heard tiny foots running along the
corridor that led to my room. “mummy,
mummy…” She jumped on me and kissed me
on my cheeks, leaving me in the sweet
comfort of motherhood.
They looked so healthy and chubby.
“what has aunty Ifeoma and Daddy been
feeding you with?”
“Golden morn and banana porridge!” they
chorused shrilly.
“Mummy, Church people said that you are no
longer daddy’s wife.” My first daughter Teye
said, her eyes became sad. Deep and sad.
“Aunty Ifeoma Now sleeps in daddy’s room.”
Mfon the youngest said.
My heart jumped, I knew at that moment,
that there were stories In their eyes that I
was yet to know.


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