Thread by @iamthe_eagle

MAIMED PT2

I could feel life fade away as I gasped for breath from the firm grip on my neck.
“I will kill you today.” Said the monster, ironically my husband who pushed me against the Balcony.

Brethren Issa thread.
#domesticviolence #TuesdayThoughts #feeltheeagle

The most anticipated wedding in Benin City had just concluded. The cloak of being unmarried had been removed. I heaved a sigh of relief. I reminisced on the Red flags I saw before marrying pastor Oamen, I believed marriage would change him.
We bid our members farewell.

We got home.
“Come Closer. On your knees” He said.
I Knelt. He laid hands on my head.
“Oh lord! Give her the grace to be humble. Make her worship me. She must respect me. She will submit like a good wife. Nothing will break the union In Jesus name.”
"Amen." I said Reluctantly.

“Eno, Now that we are married, you will need to quit your job.”
“Why?” I asked.
“The wife of a G.O cannot work for the world. You have to serve the ministry.”
I was puzzled.

At this time I was the branch manager of a multinational company. My promotion to be a regional manager was imminent.

“You didn't tell me this before making me your wife.”
“I felt there was no need for us to discuss this.” He shrugged.

Put yourself in my condition. What would you have done?

I was speechless. I had barely spent 24hours in marriage and I was already suffocating.

“What joy do people derive in this scam called marriage? This is a legalised institution for mental slavery & Emotional torture.” I pondered

“Come closer.” he said giving me a hug.
As I felt the warmth of his arms, he gently pulled the zip of my wedding gown.

He took time gracing every part of my body with his lips.
I must confess, he was too experienced in the art of foreplay for a pastor.

Despite the agony and resistance I had in my spirit, he successfully made me wet. River wet.

Like a sheep to its shepherd I melted in his arms. His sex game was awesome; He could pass for a porn star rated premium on pornhub.

In my 30 years of existence and 234 sexcapades in my past relationships –Yes! I count them. This was the best. This was divine.

After the Ecstacy of Orgasm, I was back in reality. I looked to my side and saw him snoring.

My firm had given me 2 weeks leave for my honeymoon.

Pastor Oamen and I spent it in Seychelles courtesy of the church.
It was fun. I saw the romantic side of him. He was soft spoken and nice. Gradually my perception of marriage began to change as He treated me like a baby.

"Awwwwww!" Said the crowd She ministered to in synchrony.

“Let me continue.” Mrs Eno said.

2 weeks went in a flash. We were back in Nigeria.

I wished the honeymoon would never end. The next morning was resumption day at work. I pondered on what to do all night

“I can’t quit my job without a fight?” I convinced myself.

As early as 7a.m, I got dressed. Ready for work.

“Where are you going?” Pastor Oamen asked.
“I’m going to work.”
“What part of ‘a pastors wife cannot work for the world’ do you not understand?” He asserted.

“This is my career, I built it for years. I’m not ready to let it go just like that.” I retorted.
“A wife is supposed to submit to her husband. That is what the bible says. You are not going anywhere.” He said sternly.

2 things crossed my mind.

I knelt down and begged him.

“Please, This job means everything to me. My salary would support this family.”

“Your salary? I can earn 10times your salary by declaring a prophesy on the altar.” He boasted.

Tears streamed down my eyes. Since plan A didn’t work I had to try plan B.

“The violent takes It by force.” I said to myself as I rose from my knees and walked towards my car.

“You are not going anywhere.” He thundered.

Angrily I stepped into my car and started the engine. It didn’t start.
He stood at the balcony with his Bible watching me in frustration.

I opened the car bonnet. The battery was removed.
I picked my handbag and walked towards the gate.

“If you open that gate, consider yourself fired.” He ordered the security from the balcony.

“How much does Oga pay you monthly” I whispered.
“20k ma.” Said the Security.

I quickly wrote a cheque of 50k and handed him my complementary card. “call me, I’ll get you a better job. Now open the Gate!”

The bastard rejected it. I was shocked.
I mean, Who rejects twice his salary with a better job offer?

“I am honoured to serve pastor Oamen.” Said the fool.

“You will remain a security for the rest of your life. Your children, in fact your generation will forever be poor. Doors of opportunities will forever be shut on them.” I cursed.

Pastor Oamen approached me.
“I am your husband and your pastor. This is the last time you’ll ever walk out on me. Else, you’ll see the side of me that’s not born again.” He asserted.

I kept mute.
“Now go back!” He commanded.

I stood still.
“I don’t want to repeat myself.” He yelled.
I didn’t move a muscle.

A hot slap from him threw me off balance.
“I am your husband! You must obey me.” He yelled.
It dawned on me, I had married a wife beater.

In pains, I crawled home.
I didn’t care about the marriage anymore as I rushed to the room to pack my belongings.

I was surprised at What happened next.

Pastor Oamen knelt down begging.
“Dear, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

I ignored him. As I took another step he held my leg.

Tears streamed down his eyes.

“I have a confession to make, please hear me out.”
I stopped.

“I have lost everyone that matters to me because of my anger issues. God sent you to me for a purpose. Don’t leave me please.” He begged.

“On one condition?” I said.
“Anything dear.” He replied.

For the first time I felt in charge.

“You will let me continue my work.”
It was a tough decision for him after much deliberation he accepted.

“For better for worse.” I said as I raised him up.
We hugged each other passionately. Before I could say jack Robinson, we ripped our clothes and had a blissful make up sex.

As weeks went by the friction eased.
I continued work and did everything to support his ministry simultaneously.

It didn’t take long before the monster in him revealed itself.

Pastor Oamen had a conference in Abuja. I dropped him at the airport by 6pm.
Coincidentally, a late meeting with an Investor from Qatar was scheduled for 7pm the same day. All board of directors and branch managers were to be present.

Since Pastor Oamen was out of town I felt there was no need to bug him about it.

At the meeting, a new regional manager was announced. I was disappointed that I didn’t get the position. The meeting lasted till 10:30pm.
I drove home feeling disappointed at the turn of events. “I’ll have to wait for another 2 years” I sighed.

I arrived home at 11pm. I was surprised to see pastor Oamen seated at the couch fuming.

I could sense all forms of trouble.

“Honey, I thought you had a conference today?” I asked.

“God made me miss my flight to reveal something.” He replied sarcastically .

“I- I don’t understand.” I stuttered.

“Where are you coming from?” He said as he brought out his belt.

“Hope you don’t intend using that on me?”
“Answer the question.” He yelled.
“My company had a meeting.” I said.
“Tell me a better lie.” He said as he approached me slowly.

“I swear, I’m not lying.” I stepped back.

He increased his pace towards me. I started running.
Angrily he chased me round the house. I ran fast but he was faster.

Finally, he caught me.

I could feel life fade away as I gasped for breath from the firm grip on my neck.
“I will kill you today.” Said the monster, ironically my husband who pushed me against the Balcony.

What followed was a series of kicks and punches.
I lost consciousness in the process.

The crowd felt pity for Eno. As she narrated her story.

I woke up in a hospital.
I looked to my left and saw my parents beside me.

Pastor Oamen walked in.
“You are a beast. I’m getting a divorce.” I yelled.
“I’m sorry Honey.” He begged

“I have been a fool for your begging, this won’t work.” I asserted.

He dropped a piece of paper on the table and knelt down.
I checked the paper, Behold! Everyone say Behold.

It was the result of the pregnancy test we conducted a day before the incidence.

I was already 6 weeks pregnant.
I was torn between sadness and Joy.

“Please let this be a way to start a new beginning.” He begged.

My parents urged me to give him another chance as they didn’t want the child to be raised under a broken home.

Put yourself in my position what will you do?

After much persuasions from my parents I gave him another chance.

As weeks turned into months I was heavily pregnant. I had to endure his occasional outbursts.

The thrill of expecting a baby made him tolerant. He couldn’t lay hands on me due to my condition but the emotional abuse did more damage.

A Highly respected pastor from the US was invited to minister in church on thanksgiving. People from far and wide came for the conference.

The presence of the lord was strong as the miracle working Guest pastor healed the sick, restored sight to the blind and stoped deaf ears.

At the end of his ministration the pastor made an altar call.

“If there is anyone amongst you, who is enduring one form of abuse or the other in marriage and you need a touch from God on your marriage. Come out!”

I maintained eye contact with Pastor Oamen who was seated uncomfortably at the altar with other guest ministers.

I battled with myself. I could imagine the disaster it could cause if I stepped out.

Again I looked at pastor Oamen’s direction. He gave me a stern look.
At this time members started trooping out.

“I know there are people here who have endured this pain in their hearts. They can’t share it with anyone. Now is your opportunity for God to make a turnaround in your marriage. If you are still seated don’t just walk to the altar, Run!”

I was confused.

Put yourself in my condition what will you do?

"The spirit is strong. If you miss this opportunity it will be too late. Come out now! This is the final call.” He urged.

I had no idea where the morale came from. I found myself at the altar before others.

The whole congregation was in shock.

Pastor Oamen buried his head in shame.

The minister’s reaction.

***END OF PT2***
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