While I was scheming on how Stella will leave my house a call came from our pastor. Good afternoon Sis Lucy, how are you and family? Pastor greeted. I will like to see as soon as possible, he requested. Immediately my mind whispered to me it’s all about Stella and my husband. I left everything I was doing and rushed to pastor’s office. For the 45 minutes I waited in his reception I was deeply lost in thought.
Fourty five minutes was like fourty five years. At exactly 4:30pm my husband joined me at the pastor’s office, then it down on me that we are in for something big. His greeting was casual as he sat on a seat close to me. While I was still in shock Stella joined us and I was almost fainting when I saw her. I don’t know what brought about that level of fear but had made up my mind Stella will go. If I have to tell pastor the whole truth I will today, Stella must go.
Before Stella could sit down the pastor’s secretary came to announce to us that pastor is already waiting for us. When we entered into pastor’s office his countenance was not nice at all. His mood speaks volumes, but my mind was made up.
Good afternoon to you all, can we bow down our heads for prayer? He requested. We all bowed our heads, but my heart was not bowed. He made a long prayer as he asked God to direct and lead us in our discussion. He took his Bible and shared with us from Matthew 5:9 KJV that says “Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God”. From his exhortation I knew where he was going but I have made up my mind.
Before pastor hit the nail on the head, he spoke many parables and stories that got me more confused. I wish I could tell pastor to go straight to the point.
After all, pastor asked me, Sis Lucy are you aware Stella is pregnant? I looked at Stella’s tommy, stirred at my husband and passed out. That was the last thing I remember before I woke on the hospital bed.
I thought Stella is a discipline girl!
Is my husband responsible for Stella’s pregnancy?
My fears had eventually come through.
I was on the hospital bed thinking of all these all alone. Mama Titi was the one who stayed with me in the hospital when I went on coma. I begged her to tell me what happened and why I was admitted but she refused. She claimed she doesn’t know, pastor’s wife only called her to come and stay with me.
I knew the deal has been done. My husband must be responsible for Stella’s pregnancy. My marriage is slipping out of my hands. I wept bitterly.
Should I still let Stella stay in my house to give birth for my husband? This world is wicked I said to myself.