Ephesians 6:12 KJV, For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
Efe wrung her fingers together and looked down at them, nervous as to what Amanze wasn’t going to say to her. At first she told him it wasn’t necessary. . . He didn’t have to explain anything to her. But he reminded her she was important to him and he didn’t want to start off with any lies. She reached out to the glass of water infront of her and took a sip. Then she took two more sips just to clear her nerves.
“So what do you want to talk to me about?” She asked while she dropped the glass back on the table. They were at an exclusive restaurant she had never been to or dreamt of going to. Everything was beautifully designed and the table cloth looked exquisite with a touch of African prints in it.
She wondered if he had brought his girlfriend here as well.
He sat back and stared at her. Then he smiled and said, “I have had my own share of heartbreaks in my life. Nothing as serious as yours, but then a heartbreak is a heartbreak.” He cleared his throat. “Kokoma was formerly a staff of the company and was heading a different department. One thing led to another and we started seeing each other. She was ambitious and beautiful. . . Wanted so much in life and she worked hard to be the best. I assumed we had a lot in common because of our backgrounds and how much we wanted to succeed. When our relationship began we kept it private. Trying as much as possible to keep it as such. Little did I know she had secret rendezvous with other men in the office.”
“How did you find out?”
“I had suspected she was seeing someone else but I didn’t know it wasn’t just one and some of them were my colleagues. So one day she happens to be at my place and I notice her phone ringing. It’s on silence. I let the phone ring and then a text message pops in. It’s one of the guys from work asking when he can have his turn with her that it’s been weeks.”
Efe’s mouth fell open in shock.
“At first I try to play dumb to the message but then another one comes in with him saying he can make her a deal she would never turn down. Adding that his wife just left for church and she could come over.”
He shrugged and took a sip of the cocktail drink he had ordered for himself. “I confronted her but she came up with an excuse that he was stalking her and she had denied him several times. . . cut the long story short it was all true and she was seeing other men as well. Her reason for doing all that was ’cause she wanted to get better in life and that seemed to be the only way to do it. She claimed she loved me but I didn’t believe her anymore; to me she was just a social climber.”
She wanted to reach out and hold his hand but she thought better of it. She didn’t want to start something she knew she probably wouldn’t be able to finish.
“I’m sorry about what happened to you.” Efe said.
“I guess when it comes to matters of the heart we can’t fully prevent ourselves from being hurt.”
Yes , you can. If you follow My precepts …
The Word dropped in her heart then. Efe kept it aside for the time being. “Okay… so why is she back in your life?”
He loosened his tie then and Efe braced herself for whatever he was going to say. “The child is mine. I had a DNA test done. I would look after him and be there for him as a father should. . . But I have no intention of getting back together with her.”
Efe could tell he was serious about his decision.
“Are you sure you don’t have feelings for her anymore?”
He shook his head and smiled. “There’s only one woman that has my full attention.” He moved forward in his seat and took hold of her hand. “Look Efe I’m not playing around with you. I love you. I really do. I see us doing great things together and you would never have any reason to worry whether or not I would cheat on you or leave you for another woman. I’m a one woman man. Trust me.”
He lifted his hand to her face and caressed her cheek. Efe closed her eyes to his touch… relishing it. But then as fast as the pleasure had come, her head was quickly warning her not to fall into it. She opened her eyes then and shifted back from him.
“What’s the problem?” He asked.
“I’m still married Amanze. And I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship right now. I want to build my relationship with God… I want to become better for myself. I have a daughter I also have to consider. The issues with Daniel are too much and I don’t even know what’s going to happen.”
“Why don’t you just get a divorce? He hasn’t called you… he probably has no intention of getting back together.”
She nodded. “I know, but I need time to sort it out. I didn’t want to enter into something that may not lead anywhere. Just give me time.”
He shifted back and said, “I would give you time. Just know I’m here for you whenever you want to talk.”
She smiled. “Thank you Amanze.”
“Let’s order some food… all this emotional talk has made me hungry.”
Adesewa missed the comfort of being around people of the same faith. She missed the fellowship at church and the Word of God. Not that she didn’t read her bible, she just missed going to church to be filled with the word and the worship session with other people. She had browsed around for a good church she could go to. She didn’t want to return to the church she once attended when she first moved to Abuja years back. They would probably be asking why she wasn’t married yet and advice her to go for a deliverance service.
She laughed at the thought.
A thought suddenly crossed her mind and she picked up the phone; excitement building up as she looked up his number and dialled it. It took a while for him to answer and when he did he apologized for not getting in touch with her.
“I’ve been a bit busy.”
She laid her back on the bed and shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ve also been busy. How are you doing?”
“I’m great and you? How’s the whole wedding preparation?”
Adesewa scratched her eyebrow. “It’s fine.” She wondered if she could talk to him about the issue on ground. “It’s going well but there are just some things happening and I’m sort caught in the twist.”
“What sort of things?”
Taking a deep breath she explained all that had happened. She left out Zainab probably having something intimate with another woman and said she was being blackmailed with certain details from her past.
“Hmmmm. . . You believe she should tell her fiancé instead of falling into the trap of blackmail?”
“Yes. I just feel I can’t stand there and let her lie infront of God and her spouse. .. doesn’t it mean I’m encouraging it?”
“Have you prayed about it?”
She nodded. “Yes, I have but haven’t gotten concrete answers yet.”
“The best I can say is let God lead you. In matters like this you have to apply caution and wisdom. You can only get that from God. Would remember your friend in prayer.”
“Yeah, thanks. I also wanted to ask what church you went to when you were here. I’m looking for a church to fellowship with.”
He told her the name of the church. They spoke a bit till he had to get off to get some work done.
“Tell me how it goes at the church.”
“I will. Thanks.”
She sniffed and stared at her wedding dress. It wasn’t the traditional wedding dress. It was modern and more importantly it was just the way she wanted it. She wasn’t going to put on a hijab or a turtleneck gown that covered her whole body. She and I.K had decided they wanted an outdoor wedding after much deliberating. Left to her they would have done only a registry wedding but I.K wanted more and Zainab didn’t want to deny him of that.
Their registry wedding was taking place the next day and Zainab was nervous. Just a few days back she had visited Sonia and done the very thing she had hoped not to ever do again.
Zainab wrapped the weed and smoked heavily on it. She didn’t care if it was going to disturb any of her friends. She didn’t care that she had to get to a client’s house in the next hour and would be high. She just needed a way out from the madness of her life. Why did it always appear that when something good was going to happen to her, something bad also happened as well.
She was sick of it all. She had considered suicide too many times to count but she wasn’t so bold to commit the action.
Zainab went to her drawers and pulled it open. She considered the syringe with a new drug had purchased. I.K knew nothing about it. She considered taking a shot now and ending it all. Who would miss her? Her friends… I.K. Who else? Her biological father didn’t really know her. Her stepfather thought her as a pain in his neck.
So what else was there to live for?
The elderly man that had spoken to them at the previous men bible study was seated at the front once again to teach the Word. Daniel was looking forward to whatever teaching was going on that day. He had discovered the elderly man’s name was Brother Kingsley and was very much respected in the church. The last lesson had go him thinking and asking himself questions on what kind of man God expected him to be and how far he had strayed from that path. He came back this time with a pen and a journal so he could jot some things down.
Mitchell would be at the women bible study and they would meet afterwards to talk about little before heading home. He had hoped to arrive earlier on so they could talk, but he was swamped with work.
“Good evening everyone. I’m glad to see you all here again today. Most of you were here last week but some of you weren’t.” He did a quick recap of what he spoke about and explained a few more things in relation to the topic before delving into the study for the day.
“Today we would look at what God expects in marriage. I know most of you here are married and there are just a few that aren’t. For the singles, don’t say it’s not for you ’cause it’s something we all need to learn eventually. And if you feel God isn’t calling you into marriage you might as well learn the truth here so you can teach others. So what do you think God expects from us in marriage? Anyone willing to share?”
The man beside him raised his hand and stood up. “I believe God expects us to be loving husbands to our wives and be good examples to our children.”
Brother Kingsley nodded. “Anyone else?”
Another man stood up. “God expects us to be good providers to our family. . . to train our children up in the way of the Lord.”
“Fantastic. One more contribution. . .”
No one else raised their hands. Daniel believed all had been said.
“Alright. Both men have spoken well, but do we really believe that’s all God expects from us? In as much as He wants us to be good providers and set a good example for our children. . . and to provide an illustration of our relationship with Him. We look at the divorce rates and see around fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. Why is that happening? If look closely we would realise that one main reason for broken marriages is because one or both spouse has strayed from God.”
Daniel felt like a blow hit his chest.
“The farther away from God you are brings about issues in your marriage. Some of you may not believe me but look deeply at your marriage. Examine for yourselves.”
Daniel did just that. He began looking back at how much he had hurt his wife.
‘But she hurt me too.’ Daniel thought to himself.
“God expects you to be good companions to your wife. To love and cherish them as Christ does to the church.”
The study went on for a while and Daniel had jottings on a lot of things he had learnt. Most of them he knew but he was glad to be reminded and a fresh view of it.
As he prepared to leave someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to see brother Kingsley. “Good evening brother.”
“Good evening sir.”
“Hope you’ve been enjoying the study thus far.”
“Thank God. What’s the name?”
“Daniel, I’m brother Kingsley. If you have anything you would like to discuss or questions you need dire answers to… I’m available here. Most of the time I’m at the church office.”
“Thank you sir.”
Daniel bid him goodbye and went his way. He found Mitchell sitting close to the entrance of the church.
She looked up from the book she was reading and smiled at him. “Hi. How was bible study?”
Daniel looked at her closely. He noticed she had little bags under her eyes and she looked worn-out. His face scrunched up to a frown as he grabbed a chair not too far off and sat beside her as others came out of the church.
“Are you okay?”
“Not really, but I’m getting there.”
“I’m just a little tired. That’s all.”
“You know I’ve been meaning to ask you loads of questions about yourself. I just realised I don’t know much about you. What you do for a living, where you work, what your passion is.”
She raised a brow. “You want to come and kill me at home?”
Daniel chuckled. “It’s not that serious.”
“I know. So what’s up? What’s going on with you?”
Daniel shook his head. “No o! We won’t talk about me until I learn more about you. Deal?”
She smiled. “What would you like to know?”