As I am writing now, I hate you with all my spirit, soul; and body. If only you know what pain I’m going through here, you will not be surprised to see the tears stains that have dotted this paper all over.
“Following the expiration of your three-month suspension you will immediately proceed to The Bible College in Ikeji-Arakeji for a special three month course in Missions”
“Nonsense, he made some errors and wants to come back home to make corrections…So I am the correcting rod he wants to use to amend his ways…Nonsense…he is married, let him stay that way. The Lord will give me my own husband!” She leaned on the door as she spoke to herself.
“Waoooh, Pastor Jay, in addition to ministry work, you have added the job of a detective to your CV… I celebrate you Sir” Morakinyo said and laughed. Pastor Joju just smiled.
“Oh good. I know UCH very well… Female General Ward. Thank you very much Doctor!”
“Gbayike, it is all over” She didn’t know when her voice rang out in the room attracting the attention of her flat mate. Wonuola had returned from Okitipupa where she had gone to stay with her parents for better treatment following the domestic accident she had about two months ago.
Pastor Kalejaye prayed again for Oyinkan and promised to check on her the following day. Morakinyo also promised to come again. He moved close to her, held her hands lovingly and kissed the back of her hands.
“That is the ADC to Governor Oladayo Popoola. He has a girlfriend he comes to see at night on the last street…Ekun!!! He is a very generous man. He is a Major”
“Let me confess today, I knew it was wrong. I knew such marriage is not legally binding, null, void and of no effect. My years of experience as a Court Clerk taught me marriages don’t hold that way. But you see Sir, what God used Pastor Morakinyo to deliver us from in this town was enough to blind my senses.
“Brother Morakinyo, you want us to believe that. Three months!!!” Morakinyo said, sobbing the more.