Sister Nkasi - S01 E01

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Sister Nkasi - S01 E01

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 1

Inside that letter, was a “first-hand authority” given to him to look over me in school so “I don’t mess up myself.” In mom’s word.

She sent him money to get a lodge for me and also run around for my registrations before I resumed.

Every day, “Pastor John!”, that I had to think he was an older man because of the way mom talked about him.

I didn’t even know he was a student too, studying Engineering in 300level.

The first day I saw him, I was shocked because he was looking very young, a young man of about 24 years.

In fact, mom would not send money straight to my account, but always paid into her “Pastor John’s account,” I would have to reach to him to get whatever I needed to buy.

He would call me every morning to make sure I was going for lectures, and would call me at night to know if I had gotten home.

He would visit me once a while to know how everything was going, call me before fellowship time to make sure I was attending the day’s fellowship. After fellowships, it was a known fact among the church household that I must wait behind for him because he had one instruction from mom or money to give him.

As the campus Pastor, he was highly respected by the brothers and sisters. Numerous sisters were into him, they were dying to be seen around him, talking to him. They would often wait turn by turn after fellowship to speak to him. So, most of them disliked me because I was more like a responsibility to him. The choir mistress, sister Nkasi so much hated me, he had asked her to put me through the choir department.

Personally, at first, I didn’t see why they really were into Pastor John. Yes, he was a very good-looking young man, yes, he dressed well and yes, he was eloquent but my mom’s obsession with him guiding me, blinded my eyes to not seeing or appreciating his good sides. For me, he was too controlling for my liking.

Apparently, the sisters in the fellowship opened my eyes.

I had returned very late from lectures that day, and I hadn’t the strength to go to the fellowship. I decided to stay back at home, since the fellowship had started.

Pastor John had to call me during fellowship, since he couldn’t find me in the church, but I ignored his calls.

“He and Mom should do their worst.” I said as I took my bath, ate, read and slept off.

I woke up when I had heavy knocks on the door. It was Pastor John, He had been knocking for a while, although, I didn’t know.

I picked up a wrapper to cover my sleeveless dress, opened the door for him as he came in.

“Good evening sir.” I greeted, turning back to sit on the bed.

“There’s nothing good about this night. I have been knocking for 15 minutes or more, and you are here sleeping, you refused to pick up my calls and refused to come for fellowship. I can see you are being influenced in school.” He said, he was so authoritative yet kind.

“I was tired! I returned la…”

“Oh! Not at all. That should not be an excuse. Do you have an idea of how I cope with the responsibility of the campus fellowship on my shoulder since my 100 level? “ He said, almost raising his voice as he continued to talk and talk. I got fed up and began to cry.

“I am not you! I am not you! Stop shouting on me. This is my first time of missing fellowship. What is it? I am fed up!” I shouted at him, crying helplessly that he became so quiet, and sorry for handling the situation the way he did.

He kept his Bible on my reading and came to where I was on the bed.

“I’m sorry! It was not my intention to make you cry.” He pleaded, “I was just being concerned. You know I care about you. I love you and I want the best for you.” He said, helplessly stroking my hair as he laid my head on his chest that I could perceive his perfume.

I understood he said those words to make me feel better, not like there was anything attached, but I felt good to see him say sorry.

I felt a sudden connection to him, I felt like I had known him for years. It felt anew.

Honestly! The hug wasn’t even up to 2 minutes when sister Nkasi came into the room. He had left the door opened.

“Blood of Jesus!” She shouted, “Pastor John!”

He let go of me immediately, trying to explain to her, the scenario.

“How could you? You, of all people?” She said, running out of my room immediately as Pastor John followed her.

My body became extremely hot instantly! I was in hot soup. My mom! The church! Our general pastor!

Why she visited me that day is still a mystery to me. She had never visited me. Why that day?