Don't Mention God To Me - S01 E07

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Don't Mention God To Me - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

“I heard a strange sound from the back and concluded that my end had come, the strange man shouted and I thought he was summoning others to come bundle me but when I turned, I saw him massaging his right ear, it was bee sting and he began to laugh.

” let’s get out of here fast, there are bees here and one just stung me now” he announced, holding his ear, walking and running at the same time. I breathed down a sigh of relief and also increased my pace .

“Brother, sorry” I said and he began to laugh again.

“Thank you” he responded and in no distant time, we arrived my step father’s house. He knocked on the door for about 4 times before my step father finally responded,

“Who is that?”

” It’s me, Ojimaojo the psalmist ” the strange man spoke up and for the first time, I got to know the person. He was a popular personality in the area.

He sang for churches in and crusades and I guess he was just coming back from a crusade that night from the tone of his voice and the small bag he held in his arms which I suspected was a Bible..

My step father quickly opened the door and and offered him a friendly handshake. On seeing me, he frowned and told ‘brother Ojimaojo’ as we used to call him that he will never allow me to step my foot into his house again.

Brother Ojimaojo pleaded but his mind was made up. Then he took me back to his house where he found me. It was a one bedroom self-contained well furnished for a bachelor but more beautiful than my step father’s house.

He directed me to the bathroom to take my bath,showed me the kitchen to make tea for myself and asked me to sleep on the sofa while he slept in the bedroom. I was grateful for his kindness, and with tears in my eyes in remembrance of what my step father did I slept off.

I didn’t know how long I had slept but I was woken by a movement of hand on my body,followed by a warm kiss. I resisted but the person told me,

“It’s me Ojimaojo, please..please” he begged me as if his life depended on the touches and the kiss.

There was no need asking him what he wanted because it was obvious he wanted to sleep with me. I felt I was indebted to him at least for saving my life that night, and I didn’t want to be ungrateful or hurt him for any reason.

Besides, he was breathing so fast as though he will die if he didn’t get the relief he was asking of me. I didn’t want him to die so I allowed him and lay on that sofa like a log of wood while he exploited my breasts ravenously, kissed and pulled my clothes as if in a fight over my body.

At a point, he paused, and moved back a little as if he just remembered something and was in between opinions whether to go or continue. He stood up and rushed back into his room as if chased by a ghost.

I breathed down and thanked God that he didn’t go beyond touching and kissing me,I wiped off the tears that had gathered on my eyelids and waited patiently for the morning to arrive,but it wasn’t long before he came out of his room again.

“I can’t hold myself, please help me…” He begged like a child and before I could say Jack, he was on me, neither did I resisted him. Did I really like the touches and the adventure? Well, maybe yes.

He was handsome, kind, godly, famous and well to do financially and my body was also tunning in with the vibes. I felt a sharp piercing in between my thighs and that was it, he defiled me. I didn’t say he raped me, because I also wanted it, though I was a virgin.

Suddenly, he began to sob and then cry very audibly, climbed down from me and began to roll on the floor, hitting the wall hard.

“Lord, I’ve failed you!” He wept and then from that statement I understood why he was crying. He failed God. Maybe I was the cause and had brought him bad luck just as my father had said.

He didn’t stop crying all that night and cried silently too for bringing him bad luck. I couldn’t sleep as different thoughts ran through my mind, maybe if I had resisted him, he couldn’t had failed God but I thought I was only trying to help him get some relief because of the way he was begging, I thought naively.

We were in that situation, he kept crying and hitting his head and everything around him and I had to remain where I was in my shell. I heard the cockcrow and sighted the smiles of the dawn through the burglaries and I was grateful for the arrival of the long awaited morning.

I climbed down the sofa gently, my clothes soaked in blood and semen .I felt irritated, looked towards him as he muttered words to no one in particular, maybe he was praying but I pitied him, guilty gripped my heart and I managed to say,

“Brother psalmist, I’m sorry for bringing you bad luck”. He didn’t even turn to look at me neither did he responded and I didn’t want to cause him more more harm so I opened the door and walked out with my things crying.

That was the last time I set my eyes on him. Though, I tried locating my way back to his house when I found out later that I was pregnant, but couldn’t ; it seemed as if something formatted my memory from remembering the direction to his house…”