The Will Of God - S01 E22

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The Will Of God - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

LOVE LOST…..

I woke up and found myself in one of the wards in the hospital. The doctor told my mum that I had a health challenge which made me react easily to either shocks or surprises.

All they were saying wasn’t my concern. I was just thinking about Esther’s case.

“Oh God, why did you allow this to happen? Why Esther? God….why???” I thought deeply as I cried.

I demanded to see Esther.

“Please, can I see her? Just to know how she’s doing?” I pleaded with the doctor.

“Sir, I’m afraid you can’t for now. Besides, you need to relax and calm down. You’re yet to be strong” he said to me.

Sister Faithfulness and Bro. James came into the ward where I was.

“Bro. David….Ah….God…. please, have mercy!” Sister Faithfulness said as she cried.

I told them what happened. This made Faithfulness to cry even more while James was trying to comfort her.

I was discharged that evening and we went home.

I couldn’t sleep. The thoughts of Esther and the rape issue couldn’t allow me to sleep.

“But why? Father…..but why? We just had 3weeks to our wedding. Why did you allow this to happen to us?” I said while praying and crying.

Esther remained in coma for two weeks. Those days were not funny for me. My performance at work reduced, amidst comfort and encouragement from colleagues and students. Emily was always with me in the staff room, trying her best to keep me lively, but I was heart-broken.

At home, I preferred being alone than with my family members.

I began to lose love and affection for Esther. I don’t know why, but I believe it was because of the rape issue.

“I had vowed to keep myself and marry a virgin. I had prayed about it years ago, now look….she has been defiled by an unknown person…..God!…” I shouted in my room.

My mum ran to the room.

“David, what’s the matter? I heard you scream” she said as she entered the room.

I was sitting on the floor.

“Mummy, I’m fed up. I can’t imagine myself getting married to someone that has been used. I prayed for a virgin, not a used lady” I said and cried.

She joined me on the floor and sat down looking at me with her hands folded. She was surprised at my statement.

“Mummy, I want to marry a virgin. Not one who has lost her virginity to an unknown person” I said firmly.

She drew closer to me. Took me into her hands as if I was still a baby.

“Ooooooooooooo…. mummy, don’t… I’m not a baby. I’m a man now” I said trying to free myself from her.

“When you were a baby, you used to enjoy my cuddling and warm embrace. Your laughter whenever I cuddle you always gives me joy that I had a man child for your father. Hmmmmmmm….how I wish he was alive….” She said and sighed deeply.

Actually, I always enjoy it when my mum try to cuddle me like a baby. Although, I have to pretend as if I don’t like it.

“By the way, let me ask you a question. Who is a Virgin?” She asked me.

“A virgin is a girl or a boy who have not slept with anyone at all” I said.

“That definition is true, but very very limited to this world. Try again, teacher” she said looking at me.

The last thing I would ever do is to argue with my mum. My conscience can’t dare it. I’ve grown so much to love and respect her.

“Mummy, please, let’s not argue about this. Just say what you want to say” I told her.

She kept quiet and looked at me. Then she started her lecture.

“A virgin is one who has been washed by the precious blood of Jesus. What happened to Esther was not her fault. She was raped! She didn’t commit fornication or deliberately decide to defile herself. She was raped!” She said all these things emphatically.

“Maybe you don’t know my story. Let me tell you. I was molested sexually when I was 15, raped again when I was 21. I thought life was over for me. I thought I was a refuse dump. I almost committed suicide. I did everything to take my life, but God never allowed me. The last plan I had to kill myself, I had made all necessary arrangements to die, but that day, I heard the gospel from a street evangelist. His word broke me down and I repented right there along the street. From that day, I decided to serve God, marriage or no marriage. When your father came to propose, I rejected initially, because I felt he doesn’t know me. He came 3 times to propose, at the third time, I decided to tell him the truth about my past. I thought he would go away, but he told me he still loves me. He told me he was convinced about me being his wife. That I carried in me a seed of greatness. That’s how we got married. Now I have you, my beloved and wonderful David and I have Grace. Oh…. how I wish he was here now…..” She said as she cried.

I became emotional and had to comfort her, but my heart was still not ready to accept Esther.

That night…..

“Do you want a change?” The old man said to me. He was sitting on my bed.

“Ehm….. I don’t know…I can’t bear the shame of getting married to someone who has been raped” I said.

“Do you want a change?” He asked again and disappeared.

I woke up. That question kept echoing in my room.

I didn’t know what to say, but my heart was not still ready to submit.

Esther regained consciousness. My mum came to share the news with me. I was just plastic in my response.

She and Grace went to the hospital.

“Aren’t you coming?” Grace asked me.

“Not really. I have work to do…” I replied.

They left while I went to work. I was just normal that day.

Esther was discharged from the hospital. She decided to visit me. I guess she was surprised that I didn’t come to the hospital when she regained consciousness.

I was at home as well as my mum and sister.

She came with Emily.

“Darling…. good evening” she greeted.

“Sister Esther, good evening. How are you?” I said as if I’ve never known her before.

Everybody was surprised. She looked at me. My mum, Grace and Emily too, they all looked at me.

“Ehm….I….I am fine, and how are you?” She said trying to hide her confusion.

“I’m good. So…, what brought you here?” I said as I sat down looking at her uncompassionately.

“Ah….. Jesus! David…. what’s wrong with you?” My mum shouted standing up.

Esther began to cry.

“I don’t understand why you asked that question, mum. I only asked her a simple question” I said feeling unconcerned.

My mum quickly rushed to meet Esther, and tried to comfort her. She stood up to leave.

“Please, greet your mum for me” I said as she left.

Esther looked back at me and said with a tearful and trembling voice, “David, I still love you”

I didn’t even bother to here anything. I got up and went to my room.