Story - PASTOR'S SECOND WIFE (Part 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.
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 the 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 whereabout. 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 whereabout. 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.
A Story By Ayodele Adeoye
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