©️ Opeyemi Akintunde
“Sister Timisire, We are going to miss you!” Joan, one of the youths said to Timisire at Pastor Ife’s transfer party..
Two years had passed by, like two days and Timisire was not the same girl who walked into the crusade ground insane.
She was Fire-full, tongue speaking, and Word-dishing Sister Timisire.
Rereloluwa had volunteered to house Timisire in her home till she could recollect her identity. Ifeoluwa initially did not buy into the idea, but, He saw giving into Rere’s request as an opportunity for Rere to forgive him for his slip of tongue about their childbearing.
Timisire, despite burning for God in the way she could, still kept her identity private. She found solace in the story of Esther who did not disclose her identity when she became Queen
However, her past was not ready to let her go. Her inner demons were still pushing her, but she found a way of controlling it; Though questionable.
Timisire couldn’t count the number of
times she had almost fallen into the sin of fornication. There were times she had been with brothers in church offices and she would feel like pouncing on them and having sexual intercourse with them, but she would quickly rush out of the room to control herself.
For two years, she had achieved it, burying herself in church activities and helping herself out in an unpopular way.
In those two years, Timisire had become popular in church.
However, a threatening change came Knocking; Pastor Ife got a letter of transfer to head a
New Parish.
Rere and Ife had become like Parents or older siblings to her, and she couldn’t trade them for anything. They treated her well, joked with her. She had become so close to them, it was easy to even throw a joke around them.
But,
Right before the transfer to head a parish, TIMISIRE was beginning to notice the lustful way Pastor Ife was begining to look at her. Unfortunately, her body was beginning to respond wrongly too. She was beginning to get aroused as well.
Fortunately, she was Rere’s handbag so She was always around Rere. She never had any alone time with Pastor Ife.
Therefore, as Joan was waving her goodbye that Sunday, she had this feeling that the new Parish Pastor Ife had been transferred to was going to be a trap for her.
She knew new parishes do not have a lot of people around and
Rere had told her she was going to help with being “Uncle’s” Secretary/ Church Administrator…
Timisire smelt trouble, she knew the “Joy” in her was going to do everything to raise its ugly head.
To be continued
