DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE
It felt like I was watching a movie, there was tension in the air. I had never seen Georgina with such countenance; She was dry faced and tensed.
“I gave birth to you my son” she said in a shaky voice.
“Is the holy bishop still in denial?” Lizzy asked sarcastically.
Everyone was in shock, we all placed a gaze on Georgina.
“This was meant to be a secret I was gonna die with. I promised my mother not to reveal it to anyone. My mother believed that bishop Georgina did her a huge favor by sending her to school and taking adoption of her son.”
“Jesus Christ!” David exaggerated.
“Georgina was afraid that my mother was going to come back for her son afterwards. when you were 2years old David, she took you to a place in India called Hussan Takri’s shrine in India and casted a spell on you. She lied to her husband that she was going for an international christian women’s conference. She told my mom this out of anger. She never wanted you to believe this. she told my mother this because my mother wanted to pay her all the money she spent on her in Medical school and get you back.”
“And why did she cast a spell?”
” So that you will do whatever she ask you to do. And never believe our mother.”
” Oh my God!” David exclaimed, tears prickled at the top of his nose.
“you now see why I never wanted to date you while we were teenagers? When I told our mother that I was in love with you, she said to me that I can’t be in love with my blood brother.”
Everything inside of Georgina Froze except her heart. An explosion of heat detonated inside her chest, shooting out in sharp edged pins. The thumb of heart pounded with a force against her ribcage. At this moment, Georgina was looking asdisgruntled as she felt.
“And you call yourself a woman of God. I am not sure the holy spirit leads you to minister to your congregation mom.” David said, panting. He stood there, his legs throbbing. He glanced up to find me staring at him. His face firmed. The glance we shared was strangely intimate.
“I am sorry.” he whispered.
Georgina stood up immediately and walked out of the ward. David
walked down to Lizzy.
“I have seen how your mom….” he paused and then
continued. ” our mom loved me so much, I felt it wasn’t ordinary, there
was this bond between us. Why didn’t you tell me this a long time ago?”
“I didn’t want to break mom’s heart, I swore to her that I
won’t let anyone know of this.”
“You’ve been my sister all these while?” His scowl
deepened, and now he looked quite fierce.
The kids were deeply asleep, Mfon on David’s arms, while Teye
was on the couch.
Looking at them, my spirit became lifted.
“I will be here with you till you get better.”
David whispered calmly.
I felt my eye brows put together in a frown as he stared at me desperatelyz.
I felt a sudden urge to smile through my tears. Romance is such a wonderful thing. We were in America and it was Autumn, and the trees had grown antlers. David had given the kids and I a surprise holiday trip.u?
I stood by the window, admiring David and the girls playing basket ball on the small field. The Vacation house was striking, specially built for a family vacation. I walked over the balcony and caught my breath. I gaze upon a sweeping lawn, then spotted a tempting path that led past a tinkling fountain. Oak, hickory, and dogwood trees vied for space in the huge area. I imagined how beautiful the grounds would be in spring when the dogwoods were in bloom. Moments later, after he made the kids to sleep, he was right behind me. He held me backwardly and held my face with his hands. His glance blazed down at me.
“Thank you for having me back my love.”
For a long, unsettling moment I sensed him grow still, and his gaze seemed to excavate deep inside my soul.
“mom announced yesterday that she doesn’t wanna be bishop anymore.”
He said looking directly into my eyes.
“How did you hear that?”
“The archbishop Desmond Delaney informed me yesterday, that he just got the resignation letter.”
“she would give her life to Christ fully now.” I thought aloud.
“She is making a public confession at the church head branch on Sunday, we won’t be there.”
“She is still your mother. You grew under her shadows, you still have to take care of her and be by her side, especially now.” My voice broke into a whisper. His lips formed a smile, he brought down his head and kissed my big tummy. How I survived without the utterly necessary intimacy with my husband over these days haunted me.
“I have longed for your touch.” I said, pushing myself to him.
“And do you know how long I have wanted this special moment?” he responded, his rich voice threaded with unconstrained passion. He emitted a harsh voiced groan and kissed me hard, so hard that my teeth and lips connected roughly with his. He became gentle when he remembered I was pregnant. His wide eyes were on my stomach. His hunger for me reached out for me and filled the wild, empty spaces in my own longing, so when he took me, penetrating deep thrust, everything inside of me softened willingly. It had always been like this, until the day Ifeoma came into our lives. But things were about to get even better. Kissing my tears away, he drove hard into my body and fell against me after a while. our bodies were lightly sheened with sweat. As the erotic scent of vanilla and strawberry on our skin mingled. I wrapped myself in his arms and willed my tears of hurts away. Instead of dwelling in the past, I held on the precious moments like an unexpected matchless gift, and nobody would take that away from me. We visited our new church in Houston and there was joy in our hearts as David stood on the podium. It was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, God made this book beautiful….
Story written by Vicky Bon Uzuazor…