Oh! This My Husband – Episode 10

Part 10

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© Femi Oluyamoju

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She was just about to answer my questions when Pastor came in to see us, but his wife jumped up and rushed to her husband, dotting over him as a mother would on a five-year-old child.

She was talking some sweet nonsense into his ears and he was unintentionally rubbing her hair with his hands.

I could barely make out the things that was suddenly interesting to both of them to the extent that they have forgotten they were not alone in the room.

Sister Hamet stayed with me also, she was staring at them and smiling too. The love in the room was so much, how did this people perform the magic of love. Their story seems to be very different from the story of general marriages in this generation. When was the last time I held my husband like this, how can I hold him when he is busy holding other girls out there, abeg three is a crowd. Pastor and his wife came back to me.

My wife needed me to eat something because I have been fasting for a while and it had been very hectic in church. But before I go, there are some issues I want to clarify.

Pastor said and also continued.

Sister Hamet is one of my spiritual daughters, her father brought her to our church

shortly after she got married, I think three months after marriage, am I right; he

asked sister Hamet.

Yes sir, she replied.

Yes, three months after her marriage, things were already heating up, I can see she was not happy, my wife and I became very interested in her marriage. But she was not always telling us the truth and was hiding information from us to protect her husband because she believed she could change him alone.

But things got very, very bad about three months later, I woke up that faithful day and while praying, I felt a big burden to pray for sister Hamet and her husband. I told my wife and she advised we visit her that same day.

We called her line and she picked but we could only hear her shouting with her husband, there was a scuffle sort of and the line went off. At that point we decided to visit. When we got to the house, we couldn’t find any of their cars, though the gate was opened the main entrance was locked.

I was about to turn back when I saw a rabbit. Anyone who knows me well, will know that I love rabbits. Immediately, I forgot the reason i came and ran after the rabbit to the back of the house. It was in the process that I stepped on broken glass and the rabbit was nowhere to be found.

The broken glass was definitely a recent one, I looked up to see where it must have fallen from and discovered a broken window and then suddenly, I could make out sister Hamet voice crying in agony.

Pastor’s wife interjected, I was still very new to the Pastor’s wife job then, I also thought I was pregnant because I was always tired and always seeking a place to sit. I saw a small plastic beside the door and I decided to lift it, set it up for proper sitting when I discover a key underneath the plastic.

I was about to return the plastic when my husband ran back shouting, Jesus something is wrong, I need to get inside. There was no time to answer him, I just picked up the key I saw and gave him. He ran to the door and he entered.

My first thought was to follow him inside but I decided against it, what if there was danger inside, I can’t run well in my supposed condition, I had missed my periods and I thought I might probably be pregnant. So, I went back into the car, thank goodness I always have the car keys with me.

The car we had then had a malfunctioning passenger door so I sat at the driver’s side, adjusted the sit and turned on the engine and air conditioning. When Pastor brought her out, I had no choice but drive while he was with her at the back seat. It must have been divinely arranged because I drive far better than Pastor. She smiled lovingly at her husband.

I am a love-sick woman, I see love vibes everywhere, Pastor’s wife then said….

Erm, sister Hamet your turn to continue the story-about the angel.

Sister Hamet continued the story from there, my head was just following the voices. When Pastor speak, I look at him, when mummy speak my head goes to her direction, now I am staring at sister Hamet.

I thought I was dying, I thought I was dead. The last time a lecture was done on dealing with acid attacks, I could not attend because I was preparing to get married to the man who poured the same acid on my face and who also left me to die.

He had beaten me and I can feel dislocation pains in several joints. I know I couldn’t make it to the bathroom or kitchen to get a solvent that can counter the acid eating deep into my skin and stop my blood from wasting away.

I was already feeling light and getting ready to die when I heard my name being called. It sounded as if it’s from a distance but definitely I knew help had come.

Sometime along the way I guess, I saw myself alone and walking towards a huge gate. I saw my dead grandfather coming towards me with anger on his face. I ran towards him, very happy to see him but he will have none of that. He was furious and was shouting, what are you doing here, where do you think you are going. I was taken aback because I know my grandfather does not speak English.

I was going towards the gate sir I managed to say, but he pushed me back. Don’t you know you will end up on the wrong side, you are coming with a package, packages are not allowed. You this naughty girl, go back and settle your package.

OH THIS MY HUSBAND!

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