Oh! This My Husband – Episode 37

Part 37

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© Femi Oluyamoju

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POISONS VS LOVE

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She said: I am taking poison now and I want to die, but not here. I want to die in his arms. She pointed to her husband.

Just then she brought out a bottle of snipper, the very strong insecticide and raised it to her mouth…..

She had taken the first gulp before her husband; Brother Accord flew to her. I didn’t mean that, he walked or ran. He suddenly got super powers. One second, he was by the door, the next second, he was grabbing the snipper from her hand and sticking his fingers into her throat to initiate vomiting.

In defiance, she bit his fingers, she refused to open her mouth wider, they kept struggling.

It was evident that this woman wanted to die. This was not a stunt or an act. This was real suicide happening right before us.

Pastor was now praying aloud in tongues. Others had joined in the prayers.

Me!!! I could not pray; I was just transfixed to one point. My feet were like expired items. Very present but useless.

Pastor Mrs. had rushed to the kitchen and was coming with a bucket, palm oil and water.

Sister Accord had bitten her husband’s fingers to the extent that they were cut and bleeding.

Brother Accord refused to take his hands off her mouth while struggling with her. I thought he was a boxing killer man, ordinary woman he cannot overcome. Now I understand why Samson fell on the laps of a woman.

Pastor for the first time in like forever spoke. He faced Brother Accord and asked

him in a very loud and urgent voice.

Do you love her?

Yes, I love her!! Brother Accord shouted back amidst the struggles. Pastor asked almost immediately,

Do you love her still despite all her errors?

Yes, I can never stop loving her, please Pastor tell her to stop this now!!!! Brother Accord shouted, getting more desperate with bloody fingers.

Tell her how you feel, tell her now, let her hear it, your marriage degenerated to this level because you refused to tell one another how special you are to yourselves: Pastor said with all authority.

Brother Accord started shouting with emotionally laden voice….

I love you; you complete me, you go and my life will be over. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Anytime I remember I married you, I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I love you beyond your errors and mistakes. I love you beyond anything you might do wrong. Please grow old with me. I will marry you over and over again…..

Just like magic, Sister Accord started crying, she opened her mouth wide and Brother Accord fingers got into her throat, she started vomiting…

Pastor’s wife was there with the bucket on time, she vomited into the bucket and thereafter she was given a little palm oil by Pastor’s wife.

Both husband and wife landed on the floor holding one another, kissing with mucus running from their noses, mingling together, both were oblivious to the world. Quietly but intensively they were both talking to one another. Love is indeed the most powerful weapon on earth.

Unprofessed love is also the number one suicide weapon on earth….

Pastor was back to silently speaking in tongues and pacing round the living room.

Pastor’s wife was on the phone calling Sister Hamet to come and attend to Sister Accord.

I was shedding tears; love had defeated me here. Love is turning my head……

I admired and respected the wife of the Pastor.

Haaaaa that woman is a real strong woman. She is never one of those Pastor’s wives who focus on vain glory, she is not into fashions, she does not condone gossips.

She is always by her husband. While Pastor is spiritualizing, she will be fluently coordinating other physical activities.

I doff my hat for her. She is truly a Christian role model. The best helpmeet for our dear Pastor.

I have never heard her argue with her husband. She had never ever, ever acted in any way that suggests her husband might be wrong or stupid.

Times when Pastor made mistakes, she would be patient, till she can catch him alone to lovingly advise him.

She is the best way to catch our Pastor. Today again, she had taken charge of the situation perfectly.

Please anywhere you are reading this, clap for all wonderful, enduring, fantastic role model Pastor’s wives.

While all this was going on, I noticed my husband was looking intently at me. What does he have to say oooo

Or should I swallow snipper before he realizes that I am the only one he ought to love so dearly?

Hmmmm, where is that snipper bottle sef?

Ahhhhh

Bose, our Assistant Pastor’s daughter was with the bottle and looking at it as if it

was a bottle of coke.

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