Why is this Sunday service taking so
long oh Lord?
My tummy was rumbling so loudly that
I had to sneak a peep at Bro. Paul
sitting close to me to ensure that he
wasn’t listening to the rhythmical
sounds from my inside!
I woke up this morning just like other
days when I felt the sticky thing in-
between my legs.
Oh not again Lord!
I knew from that moment that I was
going to have to battle with
dysmenorrhea menstrual pain for the
rest of the day and I really hated the
I racked my wardrobe for drugs and
gosh! My fervin was exhausted. I
angrily threw the empty sachet away
and had a warm bath, getting set for
the Sunday service.
I had just concluded a three-day fast
and I was looking rather lean- but it
was worth it. It bordered on issues
concerning my life and I had to take it
I didn’t know how to hear God!
Well, most times after praying
fervently, I would just tell God to talk
to someone or reveal something to
someone else if he didn’t want to talk
to me personally and that was what he
had always done.
Probably I was just too filthy!
I had told him that in the service of
today, if he wanted to talk to me, he
should do so through all the
ministrations in the church- the choir
ministration, the drama ministration,
the message itself and all.
I was however shocked when the title
of the song the choir sang was
‘Holiness unto the Lord’!
I knew about holiness so well and that
was not my prayer point at all. I am on
the way to perfection and I am
carefully watching my steps lest I stray.
I didn’t want this choir ministration. So
as they ministered, it was just as if they
were pumping LaCasera drink into my
body system that made the body fluid
escaping my body to gush out as if
being pursued vehemently.
‘Let us jam our hands as our dear
father in the Lord, Pastor Idile takes up
the mic’ He announced in his usually
affecting tone. He was the reason for
my prayer- Tony!
I sighed deeply.
‘God, are you just going to talk to me?
Are you going to speak to me through
this man of God? I really need your
touch oh Lord’ I uttered silently as my
faith got revived again.
‘Touch me one more time oh Lord, yes
dear Lord, touch me one more time oh
Lord, I need the touch of the Father, I
need the touch of the Lord, touch me
one more time oh Lord!’ the pastor
sang in his baritone voice and the
awesomeness of the whole thing
pushed me down to my knees.
I just mentioned His touch right now
and the pastor is singing about His
‘The service is definitely for me’ I said
so loudly that I noticed Bro. Paul
looking towards me but I wasn’t
moved. Who says this God isn’t real
and I would love to tell him to
He is good abeg!
The message snowballed and I listened
with rapt attention, slapping my laps
together so the pain in my tummy
The topic was ‘Confused?’ -So apt,
touching and just like that.
Oh yes I was confused. Madly confused!
I said yes to Jean’s proposal last month
and the relationship had started to
bloom greatly until this Tony came
around that same week. He was a
serving corps member and he was
deployed to my area, so he worshipped
with us at the central church.
Since I set my eyes on him, my mind
had been in a real state of chaos. I was
just so confused that I decide to step
away from the choir group where he
was very vibrant so I could get things
I was going to the church that very day
and as I always did, I was dressed
gorgeously for the service in my
opened toes high-heeled shoes. As I
locked my car, I started walking as if
Just then, Sis. Jane called my name and
as I tried to turn back in order to
answer her call, I never knew a canal
was before me. My shoe nose-dived
into the canal but just like the slow
motion in any Korean movie, a strong
hand-held me and pulled me up with a
“Sorry ma” he said and I looked into
his small, milky face. I blinked
severally, trying to get my voice.
Who is this boy?
He bowed slightly before me and off he
went- but my eyes went with him!
I slapped my head to order that very
day to no avail especially when my
research told me he was just an
ordinary corps member.
‘He is just a small boy’ I thought to
myself but the turmoil in my heart
Whenever I went to the church, I
would take a spot in the choir room
where I would have the opportunity to
get a good look at him without being
noticed by anybody.
Whatever he did appealed to me. There
was a day that I saw him blowing his
nose. The way he held the tissue paper
was skilled! Funny me!
Immediately I realized that I wasn’t
getting things straight again, I had to sit
down, fast and pray well so that God
would speak to me. So, he would clear
my head and put the right thing in
‘Most time, we think we have arrived
and that it is time to settle down
because we have the job, beautiful
accommodation, money and all but God
is saying no! And you’ve got to wait on
him’ My pastor killed it. As I jotted the
point down, my body shook violently.
Pastor was stupendously right!
“What else are you waiting for my
daughter? You are well employed as a
lecturer. You have a degree in Mass
Communication and two Masters
Degrees in Public Relations and
Advertising respectively. What are you
waiting for? You are our only daughter
o and see how big you are. No one
would even believe that you are not 25
yet.” My mother complained bitterly
the last time we met.
My aged mother and father had been
my specimen for a good marriage for
many years now. Though it took about
four decades after their marriage
before they had me, the barren years
really strengthened their love.
Though I am very beautiful, I have the
dominant gene of my father. I am built
like a man- with well-built muscles, a
deep, bass voice and very hairy skin. In
my secondary school days, I was called
Although I battled with inferiority
complex for a long period of time, I
overcame because of my supportive
parents, my choice of career (My radio
voice was always being begged for) and
my unit in the church (Bass part which
made the songs beautiful).
When I wasn’t talking of any boyfriend,
date or fiancé yet, it was very natural
when my mum called for a dialogue
Jean was a single father whose wife had
left him for over five years after he
caught her in an adultery act for more
than three times. I taught his daughter
in her final year and that was how I got
to know him well as he requested for a
private lesson for her at home, during
Whenever I visited the beautiful house
of his, the way he ran around to
prepare food in the kitchen, set the
house in order, pet his daughter to
listen whenever I taught was
overwhelming. He was just too nice!
When he sat me down to say all he had
passed through in his marriage, pity
rose from my belly for him and I
opened my heart to him. I would buy
him gifts, go on picnic with him and
Sarah, his daughter and I would help in
the kitchen- his skills of combining
different ingredients to make
something extra-ordinarily was highly
In fact, when I realized I was in love
with him, I quickly told him about
Jesus and he was truly converted as he
wept for his sin.
When he proposed to me, I was
shocked. I really loved him but never
had I thought about getting married to
a man in his late forties. I told him to
give me some time and I really
calculated the cost.
His daughter loved me
He didn’t divorce his wife- she left him
He is now a Christian
He is good looking, accomplished and
wonderful to be with
What else would I need in a man?
I said a big, fat yes!
It all went well with us as we had
reported at the marriage committee in
the church and our meeting had been
adjourned to next week.
All seemed clear to me until I met
“I am going to teach you a song today. I
told earlier that it’s a special service
today so we are doing everything in
another style. Who knows maybe it’s
for someone her that this service had
been designed?” the pastor said again
and mouth agape, I nodded like an
My pastor is truly anointed!
He started singing thunderously
I will wait, wait, wait on the Lord
I will wait, wait, wait on the Lord
Learn my lessons well
In his timing he would tell me,
What to do,
Where to go
And what to say
The pastor’s voice rung in the whole
building as he sang till the whole hall
felt that move and there was the
outpouring of the spirit. I watched as
people fell to the ground, raised their
hands to heaven in total awe and
surrender to God.
I was too touched to pray!
Suddenly, something struck my heart
and as I held my chest to calm the pain,
a force pushed me down to my knees;
perspiration covered me from head to
toes- I was dripping; I shook as if I had
been suffering from fever for a very
long time, the goose bumps that
covered me and its tingling effects
refused to leave me as I gnashed my
teeth. No words proceeded from my
I moaned and moaned again.
There was a stir in my spirit – for the
first time! I was praying in the spirit.
Prayers that was too superb and extra-
ordinary for my mouth to utter.
‘Many of us say that the Lord can’t
speak to us and that we can’t hear him
because we are not worthy to be
spoken to by the immortal. We prefer
the pastor to hear for us even when
God is talking…He is speaking to you…”
The pastor emphasized on and on and I
suddenly realized the pain in God’s
heart when I limited His ability to talk
“The wall of partition is broken. Enter
in before him and like Jacob, wrestle
with Him in prayers. He needs who
would dare seek His face. Wait no
more, seek him! He wants to talk to
you. Stop doubting His ability. He is the
Lord God of all flesh. Is there anything
too hard for Him? Is there anything too
hard for God?” the pastor asked with a
stamp of his feet on the floor.
My mouth opened and with my mouth
filled with gratitude, I gave Him thanks
for talking through me through the
Then I regrettably said I was sorry for
limiting him. For seeing Him as being
selective of whom he talked to.
“Who says there is no God?” I uttered
affirmatively as if I had a sword to
behead such individual. I stood up
from my kneeling position and joined
in the thanksgiving session that
followed the message session, wiping
my sweat off my face.
The joy in the face of every member
was unspeakable! It was glorious that
my heart kept stirring- the new
spiritual experience that I have got
from God during this service!
Blessed is the woman that married this
Just like a video camera, my eyes
travelled through the church to look
for where Mummy Idile was seated but
I couldn’t sight her. My searching job
begun in earnest.
I saw her briefly that morning clad in a
blue suit gown and a gold hat. Where
could she be?
My eyes travelled to the gallery above
There she was!
There was a smile on her face but the
smile looked somehow.
Sad? Uncertain? Bitter?
I couldn’t figure what was wrong with
that smile but I knew it wasn’t a happy,
grateful smile. I looked on at her and as
she nodded severally, the light above
her shone on her and her face
glistened. I saw it clearly- tears!
What could be wrong with her? Was
God showing her a vision that is very
saddening? What was bothering her Oh
I felt she was supposed to be the
happiest woman on earth for having
such a vibrant man as a husband
especially with this wonderful
outpouring of the Spirit.
My spirit stirred again!
Was God trying to tell me something?
I placed my head on the pew in front
of me. I didn’t even realize that the
service had been brought to an end. I
was overwhelmed within me.
Something is just not right! What is it
oh Lord? Talk to me please!
I didn’t hear anything, I didn’t see
anything. It was just darkness I saw and
I heard the hooting of car horns
Isn’t God going to speak?
I heard on knock on the pew which I
was seated on. My eyes still firmly shut,
“Is that Jesus?” I asked, very happily.
Jesus had come to speak to me in a
very different way. Wonderful!
“Speak on Lord. You daughter
listeneth” I said when I didn’t hear any
“Very funny. Ok, it’s not Jesus o. It’s
His son” I heard a wonderful male
Eyes still shut, I racked my brain.
Jesus’ son?…Jesus has a son ?
Still in my fantasy, i asked on.
“Angel, you mean?” I asked and I heard
a very loud laughter.
I opened my eyes widely but it was
blurry because I had closed my eyes
firmly for a very long time.
When my sight cleared, right in front
me was Tony!
He had drawn a plastic chair and was
seated, staring into my face with a
funny smile on his face. He obviously
was not done making jest of me and I
felt so foolish.
“Sis. Precious, you are supposed to be
in the drama unit. You can really act”
he said and I smiled
What could I say now so this brother
wouldn’t think me weird?
“Well, you wouldn’t understand” I
managed to say and he smiled again.
The way his cheeks raised whenever he
smiled was beautiful and my heart
“I can relate to that. We just get to a
point where we are so confused that
we just want God to speak to us. We
become so desperate that God just
calms down and says, if I don’t talk to
her, let’s see if she would still stay.” He
said and I smiled
“Hmmmm, that’s profound!” I nodded
as the words sunk into my skulls.
“Yes my sister. When we so desire that
he speaks probably so we could brag
about it to our neighbors that God said
this or that to us, he withholds his
voice. Then, when we do not expect, he
would speak, he drops it gently and he
waits to see who cares to even notice
what He had done” he said on and I
watched on with great awe.
He paused and smiled
“Sister Precious” he called out and I
woke up from my fantasies again.
“Continue my brother. I am being
blessed” I said and he laughed, clasping
his hands together
“I am not a pastor o. this look you are
giving me be like say you think say I be
one kind apostle” he said again and we
“But really, that was deep. So so
thoughtful! God bless you” I prayed
“You are very funny Sis Precious.
Whenever I see you, you remind me of
my mum. Your stature, your clichés,
your voice, your long hair, and your
funny talks, everything, just like her!”
he said and I blushed
“That’s wonderful.” Was the only
sentence I could utter
“Yes…why haven’t you been coming for
the choir practice? I had wanted to ask
for a long time now but whenever I
looked at your side when the service
ends, you would have gone. God held
you down for me this morning” he said
again and I shook my head.
Only if you know what these praises of
yours is doing to my heart right now.
Please, just stop abeg!
I stopped because I couldn’t face you!
Because of you
These thoughts filled my head but I
shook then off and smiled
“I will resume soon. I just had to step
aside for a while. Thanks for your
concern” I said and he smiled
“Ok ma. Thanks too” he said and he
I felt bad of a sudden. I hope I hadn’t
said something that had made him feel
“Which side are you going to if I could
give you a lift?” I asked in
compensation and he smiled
“Iwo-Road area” he responded, looking
down at me. He is quite tall…nice one!
“Ok. Let’s go” I said and as I tried to
start, I felt something wet down my
Stains…Blood Stains? Oh no! Not at this
I was wearing a white skirt since I used
heavy flow pad in the morning with the
mind that there couldn’t be any stain…
“Is anything the problem?” he asked,
concern written on his face.
“No. Let’s go” I didn’t want to appear
foolish. It might be the sweat that was
making me feel wet. I stood up
suddenly, checked the white pew and
nah! It was soaked with blood. I sat
down right back in the chair. My
perspiration started. My heart started
Oh why today o God!
“What happened that you suddenly sat
down?” He asked and I smiled faintly,
obviously embarrassed but grateful
that he didn’t see it.
“I just realized that I wasn’t done with
the prayers I was doing, I was praying
for somebody when you interrupted” I
said. Was that a lie? Well, maybe
partly. Forgive me Lord. I just had to
“Ok then. Thanks for the offer then.
Pray for me too o” he smiled again as
he walked away.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
“Let’s just assume that he is the person
sef, would this be the right way for him
to see me? Stained with my own blood?
No, that would only show him how
careless I am. I wouldn’t want that” I
said aloud, laughing with satisfaction
that I was not caught.
But I do I get out of the church like
I turned back and saw some men
counting the offering and all…why
wouldn’t they do that in the office ehn?
I turned forward and saw some others
too, discussing in groups. What do I do
oh my redeemer? I am done for right?
There was a tap at my shoulder and I
looked up- Tony
“Yes?” I asked, almost sharply. He
“You were supposed to be praying” He
said, almost in a challenging tone
“Yes and you are intruding” I said
defiantly. What a bother! He smiled
“I have this for you. I thought of
sending someone but I found nobody
around. Please, don’t be offended” he
said, dropped a black polythene bag on
the white chair before me and off he
went before I could say a word.
I was perturbed.
What could be in the bag?
I opened and the contents of the bag
dazed me, leaving me in total shock!
A new pack of sanitary pad, a small
white towel, four sachets of water, a
roll of tissue paper and a small white
Tears streamed down my face.
Was I supposed to be angry at this guy
now or be appreciative? Which?
What an embarrassing day to
remember for me oh God!
A paper fell from the bag and I picked
I unfolded it even as tears clouded my
“I am sorry. I just seemed to find out. A
medical doctor would just know!”
Is this guy for real right now?
I folded myself in the corner where I
was seated as if something should take
a hold of me and make me disappear!
It was raining so profusely…
As the wipers of my car wiped the
heavenly tears of rain off my car, I
switched on the heater of my car and
hummed ‘Amazing Grace’ so happily as
my already cold-infested body came
back to life gradually.
Though the road through the
wilderness that I was driving through
was rough, I kept on driving
I didn’t even know where I was going
Just then, I saw some images afar off
and I slowed down to get a closer view.
When I couldn’t get a proper view, I
drove closer and peeped through the
Who am I seeing?
Mrs. Idile, my pastor’s wife was seated
on a gossip chair on the road fully
drenched in rain. She was shaking so
vehemently as her teeth gnashed
I drove closer to her side but as I
opened the door , the breeze from the
windy rain was too much that I had to
close it back hurriedly.
How do I approach her?
Why was she in the rain being beaten
Where is her car?
What about her caring husband?
Taking another look at her, I knew that
I had to do something if I didn’t want
to lose her.
A puddle of water was already forming
round her and if care wasn’t taken, she
would be swept away completely.
I looked behind me, pulled my rain
coat from the back seat and put it on. I
turned the ignition key and opened the
door. Cold breeze rushed inside but I
had to do this.
As I jammed the car door, Mrs. Idile
looked up at me. She was shivering
severely. I noticed that her tummy was
protruding and I was shocked.
Mummy Idile is pregnant?…i never
Then, she smiled…
Oh that affectionate smile capable of
calming a raging storm no matter how
big in one’s heart!
But that smile…just like the one I saw
on Sunday…her lips were blue!
I ran towards her.
“Mummy!” I screamed, very scared. I
held her hand and they were like ice.
“Sister Precious” she called out in a
husky voice, still smiling.
“Mummy, what is happening to you?
Exactly what?” I asked, really
“It is well my sister” she said,
stretching her very wrinkled hands to
pat my back.
I withdrew from her touch
When did her hands become this
Jesus is Lord!
“Mummy, where is daddy? Why are
you alone?” I asked again, a weird
sensation running down my spine.
She smiled as tears rushed down her
Though it was raining, I still could
distinguish her teary face as her face
had gone red. She pointed at her left
side and I looked beside her.
Just beside her!…my pastor!
He was in a very small glassy shed that
looking comfortable, mere looking at it.
He was helping some men and women
to get into the same shed. He was
smiling, hugging and praying for them
and they were all happy together.
“What! Mummy, go inside” I shouted
out of frustration. She smiled and
shook her head in the negative. She
pointed to the shed and I went closer
to it. The inscription on the shed
almost made me mad!
What is full when I could still see
empty seats inside.
“Daddy!” I called out, very sharply. I
was enraged. The pastor looked at me,
very happily and opened the glassy
door for me.
“Come in my sister” he said but I shook
“I brought my car sir. But mummy is
outside. Can’t she come inside?” I asked
and he peeped outside
“Which mummy?” he asked and I
shook my head, greatly disappointed
“Your wife sir” he said and he smiled.
“Mummy would be fine. We have to
tend to the sheep first. If you notice, no
family member is in here. That was
why I sent all the children abroad so
that mummy can have time for herself.
I must work the work of him that sent
me while it is day, the night cometh
when no man can work” he said and
closed the door with a great thud.
I was shaken!
I looked behind me to look at her side
and I was shocked- she had fallen to
Lord have mercy!
I ran closer to where she was and
lifeless as she looked, I saw blood
streaming down her legs- she was
“Jesus, have mercy!” I screamed loudly.
I was so confused as to what to do. I
didn’t have any knowledge of
medicine, and I couldn’t even think
“What to do Lord? What to do?” I cried
as the rain fell harder.
I heard the sound of an approaching
car and looked back.
It was my car!
Who was driving it?
Why are these weird things happening
I was holding my car keys few minutes
ago. Where is the bunch of keys now?
The car door opened and a guy jumped
I was astounded!
He smiled as he looked at me and
immediately wore a frown as he saw
I was shocked as I watched on.
I checked the cloth he was putting on-
exactly the same Ankara print as mine.
He was looking really good and the
rainfall was good on him- he looked
“MMR, leave way” He said as he
pushed me aside gently. He smiled and
gave me a big umbrella. I unfolded it
and it was big enough to cover the
three of us.
MMR? What was that?
As he held Mrs. Idile and felt her
temperature, I came back to life and
concentrated on the dying minister of
He felt her pulse with his stethoscope
and he looked at me, shaking his head.
Tears rolled down his face.
“What?” I screamed, throwing the
umbrella away. I pulled at his shirt and
he just shook his head on and on,
“We lost her” he dropped the bomb
and I almost ran mad.
“Lost who?” I asked and he nodded
again. I screamed as I held on to her,
“Mummy, I never knew you were
dying. I never knew you were in the
rain alone. I would have rushed here to
pick you up. I really would have” I
cried and as Tony pulled me with his
right hand, the rain stopped abruptly
and the people in the shed started
trooping out. They rushed to the corpse
and wailed, trying to console the
“Why console him? He killed her! The
pastor killed her!” I screamed with all
my strength as if my life depended on
how loud my voice was.
But nobody seemed to hear me…
I looked at Tony who only pulled me up
and assisted me into the car. He laid
me at the back seat while he entered
the driver’s seat. As he turned the
ignition key, the heater resumed work,
blowing with a very calming alacrity.
I sat up to check the scene I just left
and I saw them laying her down into
“Mummy Pastor! She can’t be dead!
Mummy Pastor! She can’t be dead oh
Why is this Sunday service taking so