Must Read: BURN AGAIN - Season 1 - Episode 6

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Must Read: BURN AGAIN - Season 1 - Episode 6

I sat there in my office, lost in thoughts of the new
convert, hoping and praying for relief not only for the
fire burning in my body, but also for the thoughts
running through my mind. I looked at the list of names
that had just been placed in my hands once again.

Converts!!!, I hope and sincerely pray that my nemesis’
name was not amongst the list in my hand. I had
angrily asked the usher why I was saddled with
converts but her answer pacified me. The converts
were just too many to be handled by only the
counsellors, so ministers were also co-opted, even the
General overseer; my husband was not left out. I sat
there dejected but also hopeful that HE would not be
among those on my list. After minutes of ruminating
and sheer torture, I was rescued from my morbid
thoughts by an usher who came in to tell me that the
converts were waiting for me in the reception. I simply
sent back words to tell them that our meeting would be
held the next Tuesday. At least, that would give me
two days to prepare myself and gather my confidence
to confront the devil if HE was among them which I
fervently pray not to be so.

The drive back home was uneventful and anticlimactic
to the event of earlier on. I was however, silent all
through and when my husband tried to find out what
the matter was, I returned to the usual headache
excuse. All through that day and the next, I prayed and
fasted Monday to have the cup pass over me. I knew
that I could not resist the attraction I felt for the boy.

All I needed was divine intervention. How does a pastor,
a pastor’s wife at that, explain having sexual feelings
for another man other than her husband? It was beyond
me to decipher and beyond me to control. I tried all I
could to make my husband make love to me but he
resisted all my efforts. I even tried talking to him about
it, preaching the Bible to make him understand the effect of starving me of s*x but his replies were that
“all will be well” “after this follow up programme we
would spend quality time together” blab la bla. I was
sure my husband was having his kicks from another
woman, but what can I do?

Tuesday dawned clear and sunny bright. It should have
been a pleasant day for me cos I like sunny days, they
are usually good for evening walks. But I was too nervous and tightly coiled like a prey expecting danger
at every moment. The day seemed to race to the
appointed 3.30pm while I wanted it to drag. I jumped at
every sound and was a nervous wreck. People around
me kept wondering what was eating me up as I was no
longer my usual jovial self. I left for the church at 3pm
to enable me have time to myself and pray towards the
success of my meeting with the converts. I wouldn’t
call what I did prayers as my mind kept straying to the ever present ache in my K!ttyC@t and the image of the young convert kept haunting me.

After I had kidded
myself that I was praying for over twenty minutes, I
stopped and accepted that I just couldn’t stop those
thoughts but hope that HE would not be among those
on my list.

I barely knew when it was 4pm but for the usher who
came to tell me the new converts were waiting for me.

I then left my office to meet them first in the reception
as a group before the individual counselling session.

Walking into the reception, I saw a group of twelve
people waiting for me. They were a mixture of men and
women but with more men than women.
“Good evening, everyone” I greeted them.

“Good evening, ma” they all chorused in reply.

I did a surreptitious look around at all the converts,
hoping with all my heart and soul that my nemesis
would not be among them. No sign of the devil! I
heaved a sigh of relief and looked back up in confidence
only to be jolted out of my skin by those same eyes of last Sunday staring lustfully at me.

Bringing those lustful thoughts back into the forefront of my consciousness, making my insides churn and flooding
my pants with K!ttyC@t juice. HE was there, the devil was right there. He was initially standing behind one of
the taller male converts and that accounted for why I
had not seen him initially.

“I will be having a very brief personal chat with all of
you. So I would like to meet you one-on-one each time
you are called upon. I hope I am communicating?” I
said, mumbling prayers and curses under my breath.

Wondering why I had to be saddled with this one convert doing injury to my sanity.

“Yes Ma!”, they chorused! I kept mumbling prayers and
trying desperately to suppress the ache in my K!ttyC@t.

I ground my teeth together, oblivious of the anxious
faces of the new converts looking at me in
bewilderment. I was brought back to the present by a discrete cough by the usher and quickly said anything
that came into my head to cover up my lapse
“I meant I will be returning to my office. You there can
follow me in”. I pointed to a lady at the extreme left.

I had been brought back to the present by the waiting persons as they kept asking me what I was saying.

After giving this directive, I whispered into the ears of a
steward who had been standing by to make sure HE
came in last and threw a quick look HIS way to show
the steward whom I was talking about as I walked back
in.

I wanted to get the meeting with the other converts
over with as quickly as possible. I couldn’t concentrate
as all I could think of was having that handsome body
on me devouring my womanhood. I was constantly
brought back to the present by the individual convert in
front of me at particular times cos I was not present in
that office. My body was there but my mind was
elsewhere. It was in a secluded place with the young
devil being as carnal as we could. After each jolted
reminder that there was someone in front of me, I
would quickly ask some mundane questions and
dismiss the new convert with another appointment for
another day, a Bible and a stack of tracts that had been
left on my table for the purpose of helping the converts
in their new choice of life.