Sister Nkasi - S01 E08

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Sister Nkasi - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

I was so confused, and Adaobi couldn’t go back that night because it was late already.

“Do I submit this at this point?” I asked Adaobi.

“As much as I sympathize with Nkasi, I would not stop you from submitting this record tape. Your person, your future, and name is dependent on this. A lot has gone wrong. You have been accused, you have to bring out the truth, now that you have the evidence.” She advised.

I forwarded the clips via Google Drive to my mom and sent the link via her email to listen to it that night because it was heavy in Megabytes and I had no much data to send it via WhatsApp.

After forwarding that, I sent her a voice note of grief via WhatsApp where I poured out my heart, telling her of how she has failed me as a mother. I didn’t bother sending it to my Dad because I knew mom would do that.

Afterwards, I switched off my phone that night.

The next day, Adaobi left my house to her house to be with Nkasi.

She called me and asked me to forward the tape to the senior pastor, she had contacted him in the morning before leaving my house.

Haven uploaded the tape on my Google Drive, I sent the link to him via an email she sent to me.

For the two days before Sunday, I was so anxious. I couldn’t rip my mind off the whole situation.

Each night before Sunday, I rolled from one end of the bed to the other, resonating on how Sunday would be.

On the other side, Pastor John kept sending messages to me asking me to forgive him, but I ignored his messages.

Although, he was oblivious of the tape existence. He didn’t know I had Adaobi’s phone on record, so he did not tell Nkasi about what had transpired, nor feared about coming to church on Sunday.

So on Sunday, after the church service, it was announced that Nkasi’s had lost her father, so all the brethren were asked to pay her a condolence visit.

I sat where I was, waiting for the complete church to be asked to wait behind, but no such announcement was made.

I, sis.Chikwado and Pastor John were only asked to wait behind after the church services. I was shocked.

“Why not all the church? Why just the three of us? “ I asked myself.

We met the senior Pastor, and he began by giving Pastor John the recorded clip to listen.

Pastor John was beyond being ashamed.

He was so shocked as he bent his head in shame.

“I am honestly disappointed in you. How could you let the devil use you? You have been sleeping with sis. Chikwado, sis. Nkasi, lied against sis. Esther and still tried raping her.” He said disdainfully.

“You have been excommunicated from the workforce. You can no longer work for us as the campus Pastor. You need God’s mercy.” He said, turning to sis.Chikwado.

“A murderer cannot work for the Lord. You are excused from your responsibility as a music minister.” He told her.

“Sis. Esther, I am glad the truth has come out. I allowed my reasoning to judge the situation instead of praying for God to reveal the truth. We, the church, apologize for any inconvenience all these might have cost you. You can return to your duties as a worker.” He said, while I waited patiently for him to talk about how he is going to inform the church of what TRULY transpired, but I was shocked when he said,

“ Sis. Nkasi who has lost her father would also be excommunicated from the workforce, but we shall take time until she is done mourning. She’s not in church today, too. I learned she’s still in shock with the news of her father’s demise.” He said.

“ Sir, how about the church? How about informing the church about this? I was suspended before the church, I was accused, my name tarnished. I suffered alienation and all. You can’t just dismiss this case silently without bringing the same church to witness the truth. My reputation is at stake, I am a woman. If this started before the church, it should end before the church.” I said boldly, with so much displeasure.

He was shocked with my boldness.

“Sis. Esther, you should not tell the church how to handle issues. Moreover, the people involved, sis. Nkasi is a choir mistress and pastor John is the campus Pastor. It is best they be reprimanded silently because the church would be in a very huge mess if this is made open. A lot of parents would withdraw their children, and the church name would be in a big mess. Do understand why we had to handle it this way.” He said and continued.

“For your innocence to be proved as you have requested, we shall announce your relief and inform the church that you are innocent.” He said.

“Is that so?” I said mischievously, but he didn’t notice.

“Yes, my beloved.” He responded.

After the meeting, I went home and cried my eyeballs out and vowed not to step my feet in the church. Mom had already sent me numerous messages, Dad too was broken, pleading for my forgiveness.

“I have nothing against you two, but henceforth, I shall live for myself, not for you two.”

I told Adaobi what the senior pastor said. She was so mad.

“How could he do that? This is entirely wrong. So, there are people’s sins who are good to be shown to the world, while other’s sins are packaged? This is partial” She kept on saying.

“Don’t worry nah! Shebi they’ve taken me for a fool. I will show them.” I said.

“What would you do?” She asked curiously while I picked up my phone, went to the church group chat on WhatsApp and painstakingly forwarded the recorded tape by trimming it bit by bit because of the heaviness.

“I am no Fool! Let it go viral.” I said, as I dropped my phone on the bed.

“Wow! Esther! You uploaded this in the group. It is a mess!”

“ You have no idea how much mess they’ve caused me. Let them have a taste of it.” I said lying down on the bed and reading Esther Charles; one of my mentor’s book I had bought earlier this month, titled; Finding the Full Scope of Whom You Are.

I was ready to take another journey and never to dwell in the old. Likewise, I had taken my truth judgement myself since it was denied, I was ready to focus on the future now that I have vindicated myself.

“How would you go to the church every day? This tape could even go viral on social media. The senior Pastor?” She said.

“Does it look like I care? Girl! I do not care what my parents think now. I am done! Not only that, but I am going for my PEACE, SANITY, AND TRUE CHRISTIANITY.” I said again, as I turned around, flipping the pages of Esther Charles’ book.

The END.

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