It was a beautiful Wedding between Papa and I. I wept and wept as I could not believe that despite all, I still married God’s perfect will for me… We had family and friends present. Mmesoma was also present with her husband. A man I had never met before. She told he was a pastor. After our wedding, Papa and I went for our honeymoon in the Bahamas. In two years we had a set of twin boys.. “ Timi… Timi… Timileyin wake up, it’s half past seven… Are you not going for lectures?” I heard Mmesoma’s voice from a distance… “ Mtscheeew… Oh my God!” I hissed angrily… Why would Mmesoma wake me up from a heavenly revelation like this…. What kind of bad luck was this… “ I slept really late…” I said to cover up my hiss… “ Why? “ “ I was not feeling sleepy, I had a lot on my mind!” “ Hope it has nothing to do with the text message I got from Papa last night?” “ Nooo… How?… Papa is just my best friend, no strings attached…, I was just thinking about some personal stuffs…” I said “ Ok, then… It is well, I am going for lectures… See you soon” She stepped out of the room. “Another dream from the throne of God!” I reasoned “ God, Why am I the only one you are showing these dreams to, please show this revelation to Papa as well in Jesus name.” I knelt down to pray… Prayer! Prayer at that time was always circled around God showing Papa that I am his destined wife. I wasn’t growing spiritually, every message I heard was always interpreted to fit my situation… When I heard messages like…”The Kingdom of heaven suffereth violence and only the Violent takes it by force…” or “ The devil never wants you to get what is rightfully yours, you need to fight to get it” I would personalize these messages and take it as God’s word for me… Later that evening, I went to Papa’s mini flat he had rented outside campus and I wanted to take this will violently… I helped him prepare his favorite meal and washed his clothes. I decided to help him clean his apartment, till it was late around 9pm. All he kept ranting about was Mmesoma’s depth in the Word of God. I didn’t reply one bit… When it was 9pm, I told him I was leaving… “ Timi, What is wrong? you are not looking your happy self” he asked me and instead of answering I started crying… “ Timi, Timileyin, stop it, No… No tears, what is wrong?” With that he hugged me and I held on tight to him, not wanting to lose him to Mmesoma…He kept cuddling me like a baby and my tears kept pouring… The Obvious unexpected happened, my lips found its way to his lips and the rest they say is history…. I knew what I was doing was not right but I felt I needed to violently take what belonged to me, before Mmesoma took him from me. 10 minutes later, Papa was sobbing and I pretended to be sobbing for losing our sexual purity….
To be continued
