We used to have night prayers and he would prolong the prayers till his
heavily pregnant wife got tired and he'll encourage her to go to bed and
rest...once she leaves he starts to tell me how much he loves me and
how I don't need deliverance because there is nothing wrong with me, and
how I am a nice girl who her parents misunderstood.
I was not all that surprised and i tried to take advantage of the
situation. I would miss prayers or evening service because i knew he
wont do anything about it.
But then his wife started to notice that i had too much freedom. and
what surprised me was that he did not seem to care...he would try to
kiss me when his wife was just one room away...he would wink at me when
her back was turned...he would hold my hand at the back seat of the car
when we are returning from night vigil. He was like a love struck
teenager.
I began to avoid him and it made him more desperate...one time he asked
if i was avoiding him and I made him know i did not like what he was
doing and he told me if i want his P.A could arrange for us to have a
quiet time somewhere...
I had to tell the Assistant pastor all that was going on. I still recall
the tears and the look of unbelief on his face that night.
The assistant did nothing about it...but advised me to pack my stuff and
leave before things get out of hand. But i couldn't leave because the
"retreat" was not over.
One night at the night vigil at OFM headquaters in Auchi i went to
confide in a friend...and my father's driver overhead everything and he
told my dad once we returned to Abuja.
The sad part about it all was that my parents called the pastor and his
wife to ask them...instead of me. And they heaped it all on me. They
said i have been misbehaving because i am tired of the "retreat" and i
sleep during prayers,i dont go to the evening services and i have come
up with accusations because i want to go. The good thing was that i
moved back home.
Till today i wonder what sort of brains the pastor's wife had in her head.
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