Story - PASTOR'S SECOND WIFE (Part 4)
Pastor Olumodeji
just took advantage of me. I would have called it rape but I never resisted
him. Was he here to discuss Stella's case or he came here to have his way with
me? How did this happen? It was too sudden to believe. How can my senior pastor
have carnal knowledge of me right on my bed?
Mercy what happened to you? I couldn't explain what just
happened to me. I felt empty and guilty. I was lost in deep thought when he
sneaked out of my apartment. When I realized he was not in the room I wept
bitterly. I had wanted to commit suicide but suicide was not as easy as many
think. I hated myself and pastor Olumodeji. Right there I made up my mind I
won't attend our church again. I will resign my role as the choir leader and
quit every relationship with members of the church. This is an abomination of
the highest order. I had condemned many ladies who fell for pastors, and here
am I in the same net of illicit affair with my own pastor.
I couldn't go for my planned retreat again because of what
just happened between me and pastor Olumodeji. I saw myself as a lamb at the
altar of pastor Olumodeji. For a whole week, I didn't eat anything nor did I go
out. My colleagues in the office called me until my phone battery ran down. No
one knew my house in my office, so none of them checked on me. My choir members
were trooping into my house thinking I was sick. I became tired of the
visitation so I left my house and went and hid myself in Faith's house. Faith
lives with her parents but she has a room to herself and her parents know me
too well. I had passed the night twice
in their house before.
The day I returned back to my house, I noticed my house had
been so dusty for the period I was away. I pulled off my clothes and put on a
bum short and sleeveless top to enable me tidy up my room. As I stretched my
hand to the back of my door to pick my broom, I heard a knock on my door. Who
is that? I queried. Before I could go for the door, he had entered my room..
Guess who? Pastor Olumodeji again.
What are you doing here again Deji? I wasn't afraid to call
him by his name because he has traded his respect with a round of sex. Deji is
15 years older than me and we call him daddy but God forbid that I should call
a man who sexually abused me daddy. I am sorry for what happened that day, it was
the work of the devil, he began to beg. I have forgiven you. Please you have to
leave now, I don't want a repeat of what happened that day again. Leave before
you use your charm on me again. I tried pushing him away showing him the door,
but he was reluctant. I told myself it won't happen today like it happened the
other day so I pushed him harder towards the door. I am still your pastor
sister Mercy, he reminded me in a gentle way. Immediately he said that I
remembered the sermon our G.O preached during the workers' conference two years
ago titled; "Touch Not My Anointed". So I stopped pushing him. Sir
you have to go, I don't want you here anymore. Please go! Please go!! Please
go!!! I will go if only you can tell me where Stella is, he gave me this condition
and leaned on my door blocking the door.
I don't know her whereabout and you must believe me. If I
knew her whereabout I would have revealed it to you so you can let me be. As he
stood there, tears rolled down his cheeks.
How can my pastor be crying in front of me? I felt very bad
and I joined him in shedding tears. I wish I knew where Stella was, I would
have told him. As he was trying to wipe away his tears, I felt pity for him. He
tried to hide his tears but they dropped uncontrollably. I picked my
handkerchief from my bag and stretched it towards him. He took the handkerchief
from me and held my hand, I am sorry for what happened that day, he begged. I
stopped being rude to him after I remembered the sermon of our G.O. He held me
and stylishly moved his hands towards my shoulder and to my armpit and before I
could struggle to detach myself from his grip, he had turned my back to the bed
again. Please sir don't do it to me again, I begged him but all my plea fell on
deaf ears.
He did it again!
A Story By Ayodele Adeoye
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