It was 3 months after PA made it known that he was in a relationship. He didn’t exactly announce it in church but he introduced her to close associates and key staff. There were mixed reactions as expected but Ama’s behavior shocked him the most.
“That girl is not suitable for you, PA and you know it!” she had said during a heated argument.
“Is it up to you to decide?” he asked quietly.
She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I apologize for my tone. PA, I have loved you like a son even though I am only a few years older than you. I will not mislead you. She may paint herself as an angel but I think she is coming to destroy everything you have worked for over the years.”
“How can you say that?” he cried.
“She is selfish, can’t you see? Why did she hide the boy from you in the first place? She knew that no decent man would want to be a step-father to a chinko!”
“PA, I have to be blunt. This church belongs to all of us and we have invested so much in it. I don’t want people to make fun of me that my pastor was fooled by a loose woman.”
“Let that be the last time you will say that, Ama. Only God reads hearts. She is better than those who aborted their own babies.”
“PA, she should have aborted that boy!” she spat.
“Ama, you can close for the day. This discussion is over.” He rose to show her he meant business.
She rolled her eyes as she left his office. At her desk, she sat stiffly, head in her hands, elbows on the table, trying to hold back tears of frustration. She could only blame his stubbornness on some kind of witchcraft. There was no other explanation for a man who could have any woman on earth to choose the one woman who would divide the church.
Her phone rang but she ignored it till it rang twice. She answered when she saw it was Pastor Odion calling.
“What did he say?” He cut right to the chase.
“He has not changed his mind,” she replied.
“I have told him that he should not be in a hurry. Why not take some time, maybe two years and pray for God to give him a wife? I don’t understand what hold this girl has on him.”
“I partly blame myself. I should have pushed harder for that Toyosi. Maybe, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“Anyway, a few leaders and I are talking. We are thinking of starting something shortly,” he said.
“Starting something?” she asked.
“Yes, a new ministry.”
“Wow! That is serious.”
“It is still hush-hush for now but we just can’t see ourselves under a mummy pastor whose story has a comma.”
Ama shook her head in disbelief. “Who else is in on this?”
“Chief Ebenezer has offered us some property. Abike has pledged some good millions. We have some good people.”
“Ebenezer who owns Karat plc?”
“Yes. The person we have kept out of the loop is Ovie. I don’t trust him.”
Ama thought for a moment. “He is PA’s guy.”
“All of us are loyal to him but our loyalty to God supersedes. The kingdom is above any man and we have a clear word from God on the requirement for a leader. Saint Paul said a leader should be the husband of one wife, not given to drink and have control over his family. The wife of a leader should be above reproach,” he postulated.
“I’ll have to think about all this,” she said after a period of silence.
“That’s fine but I trust you to keep this to yourself. We would really love to have you on board. I know you are the one who keeps the office running and it just tells poorly on PA that he can disregard your concerns despite the key role you play.”
“I appreciate that. Let me get back to you.”
‘Don’t take too long. The king’s business requires haste.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Pastors Onyema and Mofe invited PA for a chat when the rumors started flying. They met at Pastor Mofe’s house. He had guessed why he was there but PA was unfazed. It should be a small matter for him to win them over and besides, did he really owe them any explanations?
They had had dinner and were lounging in the living room. Pastor Mofe’s wife (Mama) and Pastor Onyema’s wife (Remi) joined them after an interval. Mofe cleared his throat to silence the chatter.
“Thank you everyone for honouring my invitation. I know we have been friends for long. PA here is someone we all admire and respect. We have been on his case about marriage particularly as he turns 40 this year. Let me get to the point,” he began.
“PA, we deeply honour the anointing on your life but the bible says in a multitude of counsel there is safety. You introduced a lady to us as someone you want us to pray along with you about settling down with. We all rejoiced with you especially as you told us so many good things about her.”
“What is this now we are hearing about her having a son for a Chinese or Japanese man…I don’t even know which is which?”
There were murmurs across the room. PA cleared his throat and sat up straight.
“Thank you for inviting me to clear things up,” he began. “She had a son for a Korean man when she was about 20 years old. At the time, she had backslidden from the faith. In as much as I would have gone for a woman everyone would be comfortable with, I am constrained by the love of God. He, who has been forgiven much, should not find it difficult to forgive and we all were once sinners.”
“PA, we are talking about a woman who will lead other women in church, mentor the youth, and even attend the meetings of wives of pastors. Do you know what that entails? Leaders will be held to higher standards,” Mama argued, leaning forward earnestly.
“She was not a leader when she had the boy. I think her past more than anything qualifies her to help other people to make good choices. Let’s be real. Do we know how many members of our congregations are living with people they are not married to, committing adultery, aborting their babies? Yet, we make it seem okay. This woman has owned up to her mistake and turned a new leaf. That is true repentance,” PA countered.
“Men do not forgive as God does. Don’t get me wrong, I am not judging her. All I am saying is you deserve better. The church deserves better. We need role models not women who ate their cake and still had it!” Sis. Remi said.
“Ate her cake and had it?” PA wondered.
“Some sisters in church are virgins, primary and secondary. God did not lead you to marry them. It is the one with a son, a chinko for that matter…”
PA interrupted her with a raised hand. “I won’t have that! Please watch your language.”
“Sisters, let’s be civil,” Mofe added.
“It just rubs people the wrong way,” Mama finished for her.
“Thank you,” Remi said.
“I appreciate your concerns. Zina is the woman I deserve. God has given me the go-ahead to be with her and I hope you will accept her,” PA stated calmly.
Pastor Onyema, who had been silent, spoke up. “The thing you don’t know is that this thing has already divided your church. Many of your members have left. There is a lady who introduced herself to me as Becky. She said she left because you are a hypocrite.”
“How am I a hypocrite?” PA asked, surprised.
“She said you suspended her and one Sis. Nkiru for the same sin your girlfriend committed. How do you explain that?”
“They were suspended for nearly coming to blows at a leaders’ meeting.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Of course she left that part out. I did not suspend her for being in a relationsip. In fact, she showed no remorse. She never has and probably never will. The young man involved has moved on but she still tries to win him back.”
“Are you sure he is not the one chasing her?” Pastor Mofe asked.
“They were in a love triangle. The 2nd sister involved is funding Pastor Odion’s new church, just to get at me. But God is my witness. If I had sensed an aiota of repentance in them, they would have been re-instated. What do I gain by alienating people?” His voice was earnest.
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room for some minutes before PA’s phone rang and shattered it. He cut the call and put the phone in silent mode. Leaning his elbows on his knees, he bowed his head into both hands.
“We are just looking out for you. A man of God’s first consideration should be the flock. You don’t just marry any fine girl out there. You have to go for a woman who can hold the fort,” Pastor Mofe said.
“We could spend all night talking about this but I have to obey God,” PA said.
“I hope it is actually God you are hearing from. Girls of these days are diabolical…” Mama sneered.
“Haba!” PA looked up, hurt.
“I am sorry but she is right,” Onyema agreed. “Even the bible says the ways of men and women are mysterious.”
“Can we all agree that I am not under any spell? Please, banish that thought!” PA countered. “What you should do is to pray for me and trust that God will not allow me to make the wrong decision. Powerful men and women of God like you should have enough anointing combined to move any mountain.”
Mofe shrugged. “I see your mind is made up.”
PA was silent.
“We will not relent in praying for you.”
The meeting ended shortly after. Each of them knew that a line had been drawn in the sand and their relationships with each other would never be the same after that night. More than ever before, PA was convinced he was doing the right thing.
Narrow is the way that leads to salvation and few there be that find it. Lord, you have never led me down the popular path. I trust you. It was you who gave me this ministry. I cannot idolize your church. Should you choose to strip me, I will yet serve you. It was your son, Jesus who died for the world, not I. I cannot disobey you for fear of losing members. Please, give me the strength to stand.
Zina was working out along with Imaobong at the mini gym their serviced apartment complex provided for tenants when her phone rang. She answered shortly and then began to pack up her gear to leave.
“Was that PA?” Imaobong asked.
“Yes. He wants us to have breakfast together.”
“Ima fiok! That guy is in love sha.” Imaobong chuckled.
“Ain’t I lucky?” Zina smiled.
“He is the lucky one.”
“Sometimes I wonder, though. I hope it is worth all the trouble.”
“What do you mean? If people are so offended that he chose you, let them leave. There are many churches in town.”
“Kpon! This thing has been annoying me. You owe no one an explanation for him choosing you. Imagine the shame and guilt you have carried for years. Let them rage. Baby, favour ain’t fair.”
Zina smiled as she left. Imaobong remained to complete her workout. Zina’s mind flashed back to the revelations PA had made on the day he heard her story.
PA (then known simply as Allen), grew up the 2nd son of a pastor and a school teacher for a mother. His older brother, Maxwell, had been the only son for years before he came along. They lost a daughter in infancy and never seemed to get over her death even after Allen was born.
Maxwell was an athletic, out-going, tall and good-looking straight ‘A’s student. He was the pride of their parents. The number of years between he and Allen prevented them from ever really being close but Allen idolized him. He wanted so much to get the kind of attention his brother got effortlessly. Rather, he was awkward, average in academics and in athletics.
To be fair, his parents did not put him down or anything. The favoritism was subtle but teenagers tend to be overly sensitive. Allen grew up under pressure as a pastor’s child. He had to put up a front before those who knew his parents so that their reputation would not be tainted. But that did not mean that he did not have the same temptations other boys his age had.
Maxwell would have been a mentor to him if he had a testimony of overcoming all these challenges but he did not. He was only a genius at covering his tracks. By the time he was in the university, he had two identities. At home, he was the perfect son. In school, he was a heartbreaker who went after the most aloof of girls only to dump them publicly.
He often regaled Allen with tales of his escapades when he came home on holidays.
“That babe that was forming for me because she won Miss Fine Face; I showed her pepper!”
“Hey I trust you!”
“She was the one begging by the time I finished with her.”
“How did you go about it?”
“I followed her about for two weeks, begging, writing poems. There is nothing I didn’t do. She got tired of me and gave in.”
“That was easier than the girl you had to do assignments for.”
“Don’t remind me of that dull girl. I wonder how she made it into the university. I have never met a more empty brain than hers.”
Allen laughed. “Maybe it was her bedroom skills that got her into your school.”
“It must be. Once in a while, I go for her when no catch is imminent.”
“I can’t wait to get into the University, I tell you.”
“You play your cards right, you can catch your fun and still graduate with a 2:1.”
“You can say that again.”
Allen’s first girlfriend was Awele. She was in SS1 while he was in SS2. He had just been made the chapel prefect and was carrying out one of the duties assigned to all prefects; making late-comers kneel at the gate and give them portions of grass to cut before classes resumed. She flirted openly with him so much that he had to turn away to hide his blush. The next day, she wrote him a love letter. He ignored it at first but she way-laid him after school and offered him a sampling of her goods.
Subsequently, he began to ensure her exemption from capital punishments. The other prefects soon knew her as his girlfriend and all let her off when others were being punished. All this was carefully hidden from his parents, of course. They would probably have sworn by his virginity if anyone had asked. His mother was diabetic but rarely had need to be hospitalized. She was very busy, either with school work or assisting their father in church or going for medical check-ups.
They lived in a 3 bedroom flat rented by the Anglican Church his father pastored but they were never alone. Relatives, parishioners, friends and all who needed a place to lay their heads constantly flowed through their home. It was a lot of work cooking for all these people and resources were not exactly plentiful but his father believed no one in need should ever be turned away.
By the time he was in SS3, he had had three girlfriends. Maxwell was an able coach in matters of the heart and this resulted in him losing much of his awkwardness. Allen was no stud but, he knew how to choose the right girls using Maxwell’s philosophy.
It stated that “Every girl has a soft spot and all one needed was to be motivated enough to find it.”
Secondly, “Every girl will succumb to a persistent man even if she didn’t like him initially.”
“Girls who other guys avoid are easy prey because they secretly long for the one who will be bold enough to dare.”
These were statements he made so often that Allen had memorized them. He applied them in winning girls over so he could have stories to tell his brother when he came home. Maxwell was in his final year in the university, having initially spent two years doing his A-levels.
That term, Maxwell visited Allen in school for the first time. It wasn’t actually a social call. He had showed up to the house unexpected and everyone was in church for a prayer meeting. He knew that Allen would have a key because he would need to go home and change before going to church if he planned to join them.
“Who is that fine girl?” Maxwell asked as Allen walked him to the school gate.
Allen turned in the direction of the girl who had just walked past.
“I think her name is Omo. She must be in SS1 because I know all the SS2 girls very well,” he replied.
“Does she have a boyfriend?”
“I will have to find out. I don’t really know her.”
“Find out everything about her. This strike the lecturers are on will last more than 6 months. I need a diversion.”
So began the chase. Omo turned out to be a soft-spoken girl, one of the three daughters of a widow and the youngest of them all. She kept to herself most of the time. When she wasn’t studying, she was busy rehearsing with the choir where she was a lead soloist. She had a lovely voice, a beautiful face and fair skin. Her figure was just maturing but it was evident how striking she would be in a few years when she turned 18.
Omo was no match for the combined efforts of Maxwell and Allen. She fell in love with Maxwell. The affair was a big secret. Not even her sisters, with whom she was very close, knew of it. Maxwell convinced her that they would not approve because of their age-difference. He also warned her that her friends and classmates would be jealous of her for landing a guy who was almost a graduate and handsome to boot.
In truth, he knew his parents would raise hell if they caught wind of the relationship. Her mother would probably come for his head and even Allen would be under fire. They were very careful. Allen usually went to her house to call her. He had a friend who lived in their neighborhood so, he lied that he was visiting him while he sneaked to an opening in her fence at a pre-arranged time to tell her where to meet Maxwell.
They left no paper trail. Maxwell bought her gifts and gave her money but he advised her to hide them from her family so they would not become suspicious.
One day, Allen was summoned to the principal’s office by a junior student. He did not suspect anything was wrong. It was not unusual for a prefect to be called on by the principal. He was excused by the teacher taking the class before he put away his books and made his way to the principal’s office.
The sight that greeted him nearly made him run back to his class. Omo was huddled on the floor, weeping profusely. The school nurse was seated opposite the principal, glaring at her. The principal, Mr. Garrett, was standing over her, cane in hand. He greeted them after he recovered from the shock and stood as far from her as he could manage.
“Allen, do you know this girl?” Mr. Garrett asked.
“Sir?” he stammered.
“I asked if you know this girl, Omo.”
“I know she is in the choir…she sings in the choir, sir,” he stuttered.
“Is that all you know about her?”
“Sir, I don’t know any other thing about her,” he denied.
“Omo is pregnant,” the man stated.
“What!” Allen gasped, despite himself.
“Yes, she is,” the nurse confirmed.
“I can’t believe it,” Allen muttered.
“She came to my office complaining of a fever. I wonder how come her mother has not noticed it because she is far gone.”
Omo moaned loudly from the floor but was roundly ignored.
“I am not surprised. Mothers of these days are too busy to take care of their children,” the nurse spat.
“That is not the issue. She claims the father of her child is your brother, Maxwell,” Mr. Garrett went on.
“It’s a lie!” Allen shouted.
“You are the one who introduced me to him. You always came to my house to tell me where to meet him,” she accused, in tears.
“She is lying sir! I never did such a thing.”
“Are you saying you are not aware of the relationship between Maxwell and her?” Mr. Garrett asked.
“My brother is not even that kind of person. He cannot have anything to do with a small girl like her!” he protested.
“Why are you lying, Allen, why?” she cried.
“Shut up! You are the one who is lying. Instead of naming the person who got you pregnant, you want to implicate my brother,” he shouted.
“Why would she name you if you had nothing to do with all this?” the nurse asked.
“I don’t know O! I think she is just looking for a scapegoat.”
“Yes, but why you?”
“My brother is not here to defend himself. Maybe that is why she cooked up this story.”
“We are going to get to the bottom of this,” Mr. Garrett said, taking his seat dejectedly. “I have always boasted of the good morals of the students of this school. Even Maxwell is our ex-student. I am very disappointed at you, Omo. I will send for your mother. You too, Allen, your parents and Maxwell have to come in.”
“Return to your class.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Allen made his escape without another glance at Omo. He knew he was in serious trouble if he could not come up with a plan that would exonerate both he and Maxwell from Omo’s pregnancy. It was his final year and he had his SSCE coming up. Also, he was in danger of being suspended or even expelled if found guilty.
As for Omo, hers is over. How did she even get pregnant? I warned Maxwell that that girl is too naïve but he was blinded by love. See the problem she has brought on us?
PA had narrated this story while they sat in a somewhat quiet corner of the suya joint, their suya long forgotten. Zina could hear the pain and regret in his voice as he shared secrets that had tormented him for years. There was no sense of pride in his youthful exploits as some men are in the habit of displaying. He had only ever told his mentor, the founder of the school fellowship he pastored in the University and was advised by the man to keep it to himself forever.
“The day we fixed for a meeting with all the concerned parties dawned,” he continued. “Maxwell had been summoned from school. Omo and her mother were present. My parents and I were also there. We were seated in the principal’s office, waiting for the principal who had stepped out to attend to an urgent matter.”
“Her mother began to plead with us to accept the responsibility and spare her daughter the shame of being called a liar but we ignored her. I didn’t think that any of us should go down with her. She was already sure of being suspended. And after having the baby, here was no guarantee that she would be re-admitted. I reasoned that Maxwell and I did not have to let our futures get jeopardized as well. Add to that, my parents’ reputation as pastors. The church could decide to discipline them or transfer them to a remote village in order to prevent the scandal from ruining the name of God. I couldn’t take that chance.”
“I came up with a plan to save the day. Maxwell provided the money for us to pay all the actors. We got a student to act as a lookout. Timing was crucial.”
When Mr. Garrett came back in he apologized for his tardiness.
“Good morning all. I am sure you know why we are here as I have met with both families individually except for Maxwell. Maxwell, how are you?” he began.
“I am fine sir; just eager to get this behind me,” he replied.
“That’s okay. Pastor Ikpoki, you are welcome.”
Allen’s father replied as warmly as he could, given the circumstances.
“So, Omo, here,” He pointed at her bent figure in one of the chairs “… is pregnant and she says you, Maxwell, are the father of the baby.”
“That’s a lie, sir,” Maxwell said immediately.
“My daughter is not a liar,” her mother defended.
Allen glanced at the woman, still wearing the white two piece, wrapper and blouse some cultures made widows wear for a year after their husband’s death, and felt like laughing. She did not even know what was in store for her.
“Do you deny that you have ever had anything to do with her or just the baby?” Mr. Garrett asked.
“I don’t know her. I have never seen her. We are not in a relationship. I am not the father of her baby.” Maxwell said.
Omo kept her head down, biting her lip.
“What do you have to say, young lady?” Mr. Garrett addressed Omo.
“Why have you decided to pin your pregnancy on my son?” Allen’s mother asked arms akimbo.
“Your son is telling lies,” Omo’s mother spat.
“Did you ever see them together? How did they manage to keep their relationship a secret in this small town? What is the evidence that they were involved?” she retorted.
“I don’t understand it, myself,” Pastor Ikpoki murmured. “Maxwell has always been a good boy. Even if he wanted a girlfriend, why would he leave all the girls in the university for such a young girl?”
“He is a pervert, that’s why. That I am a widow does not mean I am defenseless. My God will judge all those who rise up against me.” Omo’s mother was crying by now, her chest heaving as she spoke.
“God will judge your daughter for wanting to destroy the future of my sons,” Allen’s mother countered. “She is the only one who knows who the true father of her child is.”
The principal was about to interrupt the tirade when a knock sounded at his door. He shouted “Come in” as all heads turned to see who was at the door. It was his secretary, a middle-aged man who had served him from the day he was appointed into the position of principal.
“Sir, one man has been insisting on seeing you. I told him you are in a meeting but he said he is supposed to be here.”
“What do you mean by ‘He is supposed to be here’?” Mr. Garrett asked but before he could get his answer, a man pushed past the principal and burst into the office, to the bewilderment of all who were gathered.
“Good morning, oga,” he greeted.
“Who are you?” Mr. Garrett gaped at the skinny man of about 45, dressed in worn out Ankara print trousers and top. His eyes were blood-shot like he had been drinking and his teeth were stained by tobacco.
“My name na Yesterday and that pikin wey that girl carry na my own!” he said.
A collective gasp went up. Omo screamed and fell out of her chair in tears, muttering over and over, “I don’t know who he is. I don’t know who he is.”
Omo’s mother sprang up and pounced on the man. Grabbing him by the trousers, she began to rain abuses on him. It took the intervention of Mr. Garrett, his secretary, Pastor Ikpoki and a teacher who burst in to stop her. She stood in one corner of the room, huffing and puffing while the man continued with his story. Omo was crying loudly while Allen and Maxwell were silent, seemingly shocked by this turn of events.
“She be my girlfriend. I be vulcanizer for Emotu road,” Yesterday explained. “My machine spoil so I go Lagos go borrow my brother money make I buy another one. As I come na him I hear say she wan carry my pikin give another man. That one no fit happen na. Money never dey but no be that one mean say she go deny me. I wan marry am.”
Maxwell let out a cry of derision and clapped his hands. “The truth is coming to light.
There was confusion in the office as Allen’s parents expressed their shock at the revelations and joy at their son’s acquittal while Omo continued to deny any knowledge of the man.
“You are a very wicked girl. Do you mean you are still denying everything?”Allen asked.
Maxwell snapped his fingers at her in the typical Nigerian expression of disgust and revulsion.
“How can you prove what you just said?” Mr. Garrett asked.
“Prove ke? Na my girlfriend!” Yesterday protested.
“It’s a lie!” Omo cried.
“Baby, no fear. No follow money leave me.”
Omo’s mother lunged at him but was restrained by the teacher. “You are very foolish for saying that. Is she your age mate? You should be ashamed.”
“Sir, I swear, I have never seen this man in my life. Mummy, believe me,” Omo cried.
“Me?” Yesterday seemed to have lost his temper. “You no get mark for breast, the left side, where hot water bin pour you when you dey small?”
Mr. Garrett looked askance at Omo’s mother. She stared at her daughter whose wailing had escalated, in disbelief.
“Omo?” she asked.
Allen’s mother rose and picked up her bag. “Pastor, let’s go. God has put my enemies to shame. Look at this loose girl and her mother, trying to pin a drunkard’s baby on my son.”
“Omo, what is this you have done to me?” her mother shouted, dropping to the floor in tears. “You know your father just died. Look at the shame you have brought on me.”
Pastor ikpoki had risen to his feet as well. “I think the matter is settled, Mr. Garrett. Please, counsel this girl to accept her lot and not to utter one more word against my sons or I will deal decisively with her mother and her.”
“I am sorry for the inconvenience, sir,” Mr. Garrett apologized.
“Kindly excuse my children and I.”
“Of course. My apologies again.”
“I have heard.”
The Ikpoki family made their way out of the principal’s office leaving behind a nonplussed Yesterday, a bewildered teacher, an angry mother, a confused Mr. Garrett and a weeping Omo. Outside, Mrs. Ikpoki hugged her sons in relief.
“The devil is a liar. See how God sent angels to bring this matter to an end without any further lies from that girl. My God is alive. He is faithful. He knows our hands are clean,” she rejoiced.
“This has to be God,” Pastor Ikpoki concurred.
Both boys made suitable sounds of agreement.
“You have to be careful, Maxwell,” his father warned. “If you see any girl you like, bring her home and we will go with you to see her parents. Don’t allow anyone to jeopardize your future.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied.
“As for you, Allen; face your books. What I need from you is 10 As like Maxwell had. You have been a prayerful child. Don’t disappoint me.”
“I will do my best, Dad,” Allen replied.
Zina was dumbfounded by the story PA had narrated. Her mouth actually hung open throughout his narration. She had never, in her life, imagined that a man as adored as PA for his pristine reputation could have such a secret hidden away.
“Who was the man, Yesterday?” she asked.
“He was a man we paid to get us off the hook and he executed it perfectly. In fact, he went a number of times to their house to disturb Omo and demand that they allow him to marry her.”
“Her mother must have been devastated.”
“She was but she could not bear the thought of her daughter marrying a man with no home, no income and no credibility. Besides, we heard Omo kept denying the man.”
“Of course she would!” Zina exclaimed.
“She was suspended from school and I heard she had a daughter prematurely.”
PA sighed and dropped his head into his hands. “The whole town took our side. Her family had to relocate because the stigma became too much. People were calling them names, abusing her mother in the market, insulting her sisters. Of course, our church members were at the forefront. For all they knew, her family connived, unsuccessfully, to set up their pastor’s son. How I wish they knew!”
“Hei! PA! How did you not feel guilty?”
“I felt proud of myself. I had finally earned my brother’s respect, having saved us both from a nasty situation. He was forever in my debt. I had proven that he wasn’t that special, even though my parents still favored him, and I was now admitted into the ‘big boys’ gang.”
Zina wrung her hands in confusion. She was still trying to reconcile everything she had heard. People did not just admit their failures. It was a first for her and she did not know how to take it.
“I never heard anything about her till about two years later when I came to Lagos to visit an uncle. Maxwell had been in a motorcycle accident that left him in a bad fracture. He was bed-ridden. Eventually he died from an infection that set in from the wound.”
“That’s a pity.”
“My parents were heart-broken. He was their super star. My mother’s diabetes took a turn for worse. I had to postpone school to be there for them.”
Zina clucked her tongue in sympathy.
“I met a girl in my uncle’s house. She was his sales girl. He had a shop where he sold fabric. To my shock, she reacted like she saw a ghost when I told her my name. She started abusing me, calling me a liar and a murderer.”
“Eventually, I found out that she was Omo’s sister. Omo nearly died in childbirth. She had post-partum depression, would not even look at the baby, was calling Maxwell’s name all the time.”
“That is terrible!”
“They eventually gave the baby away. I never found out who took the baby. They figured that she would snap out of it once she did not have to care for her but it never happened.”
“Have you tried to meet with the family and apologize?”
“After I got born again, I went to make restitution. I even offered to write a notice in the papers but they would have nothing to do with me. They refused to forgive me or allow me to see Omo. I hear she is a shadow of herself, living like a recluse, mumbling unintelligibly.”
PA’s voice broke as he burst into tears, not minding who could see him. “This is the torture of my life. I am responsible for that girl’s pain. I don’t deserve forgiveness.”
Zina held his hand while he wept. She began to remember the years she had spent struggling with guilt and shame and burst into tears as well. He was a kindred soul. Only one, who had carried the kind of load each of them had carried while trying to serve God, could understand what forgiveness meant.
Finally, they rose and made their way to his car. They sat in silence for a long time. PA had been forced to relive his nightmare, the cause of many sleepless nights, the subject of many prayers of repentance and many pleas for mercy.
“How do you go on? How do you get up and climb the stage and preach with such a burden?” Zina asked.
“At first, I was trying to make it up to God. Since her family has refused to allow me apologize to her, I felt that I could atone for my sins by serving God. Every day, I confessed my sins. Every day, I re-dedicated my life to Christ. I went for deliverance so many times that they knew my name.”
“I did the same,” Zina said.
“One day, I went back to Omo’s sister to beg her to give me access to Omo. She cursed me that I would never have a home of my own.”
“What?” Zina cried. “My God!”
“I decided to remain a bachelor for the rest of my life. That way, I would not rope another woman into my curse. Secondly, the curse could not come to pass if I did not propose to any woman,” he said.
“This is unbelievable. You told everyone you had the gift of singleness while you were afraid of a curse?”
“I did have the gift because it was not a struggle being single. I rarely battled lustful thoughts or felt lonely. My solitude gave me more time to serve God.”
PA heaved a sigh. “Zina, I had a divine encounter.”
“No, I really did. One day, I was lying in bed, writing in my journal when I felt as if Jesus walked into my room. He said to me “Why are you crucifying me over and over again?” I was paralyzed. I began to weep. I apologized and asked him to show me how I offended him.”
Zina’s eyes were wide open with shock.
“He said, I was paying for a sin he had already paid for.”
Zina felt tears roll down her cheeks as he grasped her hand in earnest.
“As long as I refused to marry, I was invalidating his death and resurrection and proclaiming a curse which had no effect on my life. Now, I am free of the guilt. I no longer feel I have to do anything to earn God’s forgiveness. Should Omo’s family demand a public apology, I will do it but that is not what will determine how God feels about me.”
“Know this. There is no small sin. All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. Repentance means turning away but if we deny ourselves God’s blessings, we are not doing him any favors.”
“PA pray for me. I want to feel forgiven. I want the shame to lift.”
“Let’s pray for each other, my love.”
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Zina was in her room, reminiscing over her date with PA. Once again her courage had failed her. She could not bear the thought of his derision. He seemed to hold her in such high esteem; writing poetry, buying her gifts, calling often. This one had to be the real deal. Her 2 exes had not bothered with all that. Ike had fleeced her of as much cash as he could before he took off. Reason: “My mother will not accept a single mom.” Of course he failed to mention that while the relationship lasted.
Lekan had told her from the time he met her son, Peter, that she would have to keep him away from their home if they ever got married. She hung on, believing he would come around. Already, Peter lived with her mother and never constituted a nuisance in any way but that was not enough. The relationship ended in 3 months.
Obas was the most vitriolic. He mocked her for refusing him sex. “You be virgin?” he would ask and laugh derisively. “That your chinko pikin, how you take born am? Virgin Mary!”
She would storm out in anger but he always apologized and pleaded till she took him back. Her mother detested him but even she encouraged her not to walk away.
“E get money. Husband no dey. Manage the one wey you see,” her mom would say.
She dreaded marriage to him. He was verbally abusive, quick-tempered, uncouth and brash. How such a good-looking man could have a character that contrasted so much with his looks beat her imagination.
“If you bin give am wetin him dey find, he for no run leave you,” her mom opined when he dumped her.
She was relieved. Being single had to be better than living in terror forever. However, she put up a sad appearance and let people console her over the public embarrassment. Secretly, she thanked God for delivering her.
Picking her phone, she composed an email to PA, telling him of her son and enclosing a photo. She saved it under drafts and heaved a sigh of relief. All she needed now was the courage to hit the send button. Let the chips fall where they may.
Besides, God may have sent Esosa to give me the assurance that I will not end up alone. He has not relented despite my lack-lustre responses. What I am sure of is that he is less likely to judge me for being a single mom and Peter will gain 2 sisters. What’s not to like?
PA on the other hand is a young pastor who could have any girl at a snap of his fingers. As selfish as I am, I know he is in love with the image of me that I have allowed him to see: A successful girl with no encumbrances who loves God as much as he does. When the veil is lifted and he sees me for who I really am, he will cast me off. It may be too late then to go for Esosa. He might have met someone else or something. What is the wise thing to do?
PA was on his way to his car after a pastors’ conference. His junior pastors, Odion and Kunle had hitched a ride with him so they were all making their way out when Pastor Onyema hailed them.
“PA, what’s the hurry?” he shouted.
They stopped and waited for him to catch up with them. After exchanging hearty greetings, PA explained that they had to leave so quickly because Pastor Kunle was trying to catch up with an event at his son’s school.
“Let my driver drop him off. Come back in so we can catch up,” he offered.
Odion and PA shrugged and turned back. Kunle started looking for Onyema’s driver so as to take advantage of his offer.
Back in the conference room, all the participants were huddled in groups of 3 and more, discussing loudly over snacks and drinks. Pastor Onyema ushered them to seats and waved over his assistant pastors, Kele and Ade. A server placed refreshments before them. Soon, Pastor Mofe joined them.
Inevitably, PA became the topic of friendly teasing as all the others were married.
“PA, what happened between you and Toyosi?” Onyema asked.
“Nothing,” he replied.
“You mean you didn’t like her?” he pressed.
PA shook his head.
“Why?” Pastor Mofe asked.
PA shrugged but refrained from explaining.
“I can’t force you to marry the girl but you didn’t handle it well,” Pastor Onyema opined.
His audience waited for him to go on while he took a long drink from his glass of juice.
“You should have told me you were not interested in the girl so I could soften the blow. If for no other reason, because I introduced her to you,” he concluded.
PA was quiet.
“Did she complain to you?” Pastor Mofe asked.
“Nna…she said my wife and I set her up for heartbreak when we knew very well PA is a heartbreaker!” Pastor Onyema replied.
The pastors in the gathering all reacted in shock; some gulping their drinks hurriedly and others averting their gazes from PA.
“When did PA become a heartbreaker?” Pastor Mofe asked.
PA made a face but kept his thoughts to himself.
“Don’t you have anything to say?” Pastor Onyema asked him.
“We have known each other for too long for you to be calling me out. Why didn’t you call me to discuss this on phone or even come to my office?” PA asked. He leaned forward, his hands on his knees. “Did you even vet that girl before recommending her? Or you pitied her because she is your editor?”
“What do you mean?” Pastor Onyema asked.
“I asked you if you had any recommendations. Rather than discuss with me first, you got to the girl and filled her head with hope. Then you totally ambushed me. PO, don’t let me get started. Heartbreaker indeed!”
None of them had ever seen PA lose his temper. Pastor Onyema immediately apologized.
“I didn’t mean to call you out.”
“PA, don’t be offended. He was only looking out for a friend,” Mofe pleaded.
The junior pastors exchanged uncomfortable looks among themselves. They could neither contribute to the conversation nor get up to leave simply because, they were sure that they would end up taking the heat. Something about the grass and elephants fighting came to mind.
“I never asked her out. She should know better than to insinuate otherwise. In fact, we were never alone,” PA continued testily.
“It’s okay. I believe you. I will warn her to cease and desist,” Pastor Onyema said.
“She had better. My babe won’t even take it lying low,” PA said, straight-faced.
“I si gini? Your babe?” Pastor Onyema exclaimed.
“I was going to tell you about her before you started throwing wild accusations.”
“PA, why have you not told us before now? Who is she by the way,” Pastor Mofe asked.
“Her name is Zina. She joined our church this year.”
“Kai! You like fresh fish sha! So all those sisters who have been serving in church for years skipped your notice?” Pastor Odion teased.
“The Lord they have been serving will reward them,” he replied.
The men burst into laughter.
“Congrats sir,” one of Pastor Onyema’s associates said.
The rest joined in hailing PA, coming over to shake his hand one at a time. He accepted their praise just as amiably as he had accepted their ribbing in the past.
“Why did I not hear of this girl before now?” Pastor Odion whispered to PA.
He only shrugged in reply. Odion punched his shoulder playfully, determined to press for more details at a later date.
“So tell us more,” Pastor Mofe requested.
“Her name is Zina. We have been friends for more than 2 months now. She is the MD of an IT firm. We met when she came to install some software for Ovie.”
“It sounds like she has a good head on her shoulders,” Pastor Odion said, nodding.
“She does and I appreciate all your prayers, guys. This is a step I am taking with serious consideration, knowing the possible backlash if something goes wrong,” he said.
“True. You can’t afford to make any mistake after waiting all these years. Can you imagine the number of women who would wish to be in her shoes?” Pastor Onyema concurred.
“There is a man for every woman. I don’t know why anyone would fixate on me,” he said brushing off the compliment.
“Ha! You are too modest, PA,” Pastor Mofe scoffed.
“Do you know how many emails Ovie has intercepted on your behalf? You need to read some of them. He once showed me an email of a girl who saw a vision of you and her getting married,” Pastor Odion said.
“Back to sender!” one of the junior pastors spat.
PA made no comment.
“PO, do you know that PA has had to put serious security checks on his phone number?” Pastor Odion elaborated.
“Just marry the girl quickly so they can leave you alone,” another said.
“It’s not that straightforward. You have to make sure she has no baggage. She cannot be someone you ‘settled’ for. Investigate thoroughly and make sure there are no skeletons in her cupboard. This is the kind of issue that destroyed Pastor Umoh’s church,” Pastor Mofe warned.
“Pastor Umoh?” PA asked.
“Pastor Umoh of Christian Assembly Uyo.”
“Oh! I never really understood what happened,” PA said.
“Two years after his wedding, he found out that the girl was separated from her 1st husband, not even divorced. Meanwhile he had no idea she was in a relationship at the time. He had dated 2 girls in church before he met the one he married and she totally swept him off his feet. The rumor mongers spread the false story that he was the one who broke her 1st marriage. He is yet to recover from the scandal,” Pastor Mofe elaborated.
“Tufia kwa!” Pastor Onyema spat.
“May God not allow us to plant for another man to come and reap,” one of the junior pastors said.
“Amen!” they chorused.
PA was silent, deep in thought. The topic changed to something else but he could not get the nagging doubts out of his mind. He had noticed Zina’s occasional moodiness and even reticence but when he asked her, she denied that anything was wrong. They had known each other long enough for her to tell him what was her initial reason for hesitating about going on a date with him. He had refrained from plaguing her with questions because he hoped she would see that he loved her too much to condemn her for whatever mistakes she had made in the past. Now, he began to wonder if he had dived into the deep end of the pool too soon.
Imaobong and Zina were on their way home after attending the bridal shower of a mutual friend, Dana. She was a big customer of Imaobong’s and had gradually become a friend. They had left the twins with their Nanny and their dad who was home after being away for quite a while.
“Yours is next Zina. I already have so many ideas buzzing in my head.” Imaobong was bubbling with excitement.
Zina made no comment.
“PA will not waste time in proposing. I trust him. He knows that you are a great catch.”
Imaobong heard a sniff and turned to look at her friend. She noticed she was crying.
“What is it? Are you ill?” she asked, worried.
Zina burst into tears.
“Ah ah! What is wrong?” she asked again.
Imaobong managed to pull into the parking lot of a shop close to their home and parked. She turned in her seat so she could wrap her friend in a hug.
“Tell me what is going on. Did PA say something bad? Are you pregnant? Did someone die?”
Zina shook her head in response to each question.
Imaobong rubbed her back till she stopped crying. Zina raised her head and blew her nose noisily into her handkerchief.
“I have a 12 year old son,” she announced.
“Abasi mbok!” Imaobong exclaimed. “How?”
Zina was silent, rubbing her nose. Imaobong released her and sat back, arms folded over her breasts.
“I’m guessing PA does not know?”
Zina shook her head.
“Who is the boy’s father? Are you married to him?”
“No. His name is Lee. He is Korean.”
“Eh!” Imaobong could not help herself.
“I have not heard from him since he left Nigeria 5 years ago.”
Imaobong clucked her tongue sympathetically. “This is not good. You should have told me earlier.”
“I was afraid. So many men have walked away because of him.”
“You can’t blame them. He is not even black, to hope to integrate him into a new family. A step dad would have to be comfortable with having a child who looks nothing like he and his ancestors,” Imaobong said.
Zina heaved a sigh.
“But it is not the end of the world. Call PA now and tell him. He can’t hear it from anyone else.”
“What will he say?”
“The worst is that he will walk away. I hope he won’t but at least, the burden of not knowing will be off your shoulders.”
“I love him.”
“I don’t want to lose him.”
“I can’t guarantee that but I can promise to be there for you.”
She reached over and enveloped her friend in a bear hug. Both their tears flowed freely. They were oblivious of the fact that they were in a public place. What mattered was the healing and bonding that unconditional friendship offered. And they were eager to take advantage of it.
Ama was in PA’s house to deliver some gifts that had been dropped off for him in church. She could have let his driver pick them up since he left early with Ovie for his band rehearsal but she was on a mission. It was not her 1st time in his house but her visits were rare. He liked his privacy and they spent so much time together during the day that she scarcely needed to see him afterwards.
Ovie welcomed her and summoned Saviour to collect the items.
“Is PA asleep?” she asked.
“No. Do you want to see him?”
They were standing in the foyer of the house.
“Yes. Please tell him to give me a few minutes.”
“Come in then.”
She followed him to the living room and took a seat on one of the sofas, dropping her bag beside her. Ovie turned on the air conditioning and the television before dropping the remote controls on the table before her.
“Do you want something to drink?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Let me call him.”
She watched him leave. Her stomach felt queasy at the revelations Toyosi had called her to make. To quell her doubts, she had even provided pictures as evidence of the veracity of her claims. Ama wondered how she got the pictures but she wasn’t saying. Toyosi claimed she was no longer interested in PA and anyone could have him but that she wanted him to see who he had rejected her for. That was enough revenge for her.
PA greeted Ama as he entered the room. She rose and hugged him.
“What’s up?” he asked, sinking into the sofa opposite her.
She took in his youthful appearance in joggers and a T-shirt and regretted that she was about to shatter an illusion that had made him so happy. Even she could not dismiss the spring in his step and the extra attention he paid to his looks these days. He had to be in love. But the church came first and Zina did not meet the criteria for a pastor’s wife. Well, maybe some unserious pastor with 30 members but certainly not a renowned pastor, not her PA.
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“Hi Zina, Esosa on the line.”
“I called yesterday but you must have been quite busy.”
“Yeah…It was a hectic day. I should have called back. Forgive me.”
“Forgiven. How are you?”
“Fine and you?”
“Fine…now that I have heard your voice.”
There was a pause during which Zina fidgeted with her phone, wondering what he really wanted.
“Is it okay if we meet in person one of these days?”
“Um…I don’t know. Why?”
“I would like to speak with you face to face. Phone conversations are not really my thing.”
“I am pretty busy at the moment so you may have to tolerate phone conversations for a while.”
She could sense his hesitation but she did not try to give him a soft landing.
“Okay, then. I’ll call tomorrow. How does 7pm sound?”
“I’ll be in church for the mid-week service.”
“O, that’s true. I don’t usually attend because I close from work quite late.”
“Yes. I manage a hotel.”
“Which hotel is that?”
“Thank you. I hope you’ll let me host you one of these days. Our Italian chef is the best in Nigeria.”
“I have heard of him. My boss swears by his zucchini.”
“Are you a fan of Italian food as well?”
“I eat what I am offered.”
“That’s nice. An accomplished woman with no airs…I like.”
“And you have a great laugh,” he added.
She sobered because his statement reminded her of someone. Guilt tugged at her conscience but she smothered it. After all, she had made no promises and she had not done anything but answer a phone call.
“I have to run an errand but thanks for calling,” she said.
“Thanks for brightening my day. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Ovie was posting excerpts of PA’s latest message on his blog when he got a call from Ama. They had discussed her revealing to PA that she knew of his relationship with Zina and decided against it. Yet, two weeks had passed and he had not said a word to her. She desperately wanted to be involved in the whole thing; setting up dates, planning a proposal, choosing a ring, the works. Why he was keeping her out of the loop, was a question she could not answer.
“Ovisco, what’s up?”
“I am fine. Is it time for the staff meeting?”
“No, not yet. I had something else in mind.”
Ama could visualize him leaning back in his swivel chair, holding the phone to his left ear with one hand while strumming on the table with the other.
“I keep wondering why PA hasn’t told me about his new babe,” she began.
“New babe?” He chuckled. “Does he have any old one?”
She frowned. “I am being serious. I am the first person he told of his desire to get married. Why is he now being secretive?”
“I don’t think he is being secretive. He tells me whenever he is going out with her. I think they have gone out twice. And they mostly chat on bbm or call each other. You know his schedule.”
“I just feel he is associating me with Toyosi or something. Maybe he feels I will not approve of this girl.”
“That is possible but I doubt it. He is PA. He has a mind of his own.”
“Maybe he expects me to ask him. He can’t think I won’t notice the changes in him?”
“Has he changed?”
“Of course! He spends more time on his phone these days. I have caught him several times, smiling at the phone while typing chats.”
Ovie laughed. “You sound like an old woman.”
“I just don’t like being left out.”
“You know what? Walk in on him during a call that sounds like he is talking to the girl and use it as an excuse to ask him outright. Take your cue from his response,” Ovie suggested.
“Good idea. You have a mind that churns out mischief,” she said, smiling.
“Yeah, thank you for the compliment…”
“I have to do some work. Let me know how it goes if you ask him today, okay?”
Zina was on the phone with her mother who lived in Port Harcourt. She was reclining on the couch in her living room, flicking idly through channels while they spoke.
“What of the money I sent last week?” she asked.
“I used it to pay Boma’s rent.”
“Should I be the one paying his rent? He is 10 years my senior. If he won’t find something to do, he should move back in with you,” Zina snapped.
“Don’t shout at me. He is my 1st son. You don’t expect me to sit and watch him get thrown out of his home, do you?”
“Use your pension to help him. Don’t use deceit to get money from me, Mama.”
“Ma, that is not why I called. I am between a rock and a hard place.”
“That pastor I told you about; he is very serious O! I am afraid to continue with him. I don’t know if I should give that Esosa a chance.”
“How rich is the Esosa?”
“Ma! Who is talking about money?”
“Sorry…what does he do for a living?”
“He manages a hotel.”
“Hotel? Shei he no go like woman so? Hian!”
“Well…he sounds alright.”
“How is he better than the pastor?”
“He is a widower with 2 daughters who are 10 and 12. You know my situation. Don’t you think he will be more open-minded than a pastor?”
“The pastor na virgin?”
“Wetin?” Her mother let out a hearty chuckle. “You know say na me disvirgin your papa. E no mean. Dem dey quick learn.”
“Didn’t you say it was Boma’s father you disvirgined?”
Zina shook her head and let out a hiss.
“Just follow the two of them. The one who is more serious will win.”
“The 1st one is a pastor. I cannot do that to him.”
“But you deserve to be happy. You are a good girl. Is it because of one mistake that you will refuse to date a pastor?”
“Hmm…Mama…I am afraid. Remember Obas? He knew the truth from day one and he treated me like trash. This one I decided to wait before telling men wetin dey; I hope it won’t backfire.”
Her mother thought long and hard.
“Are you still there?” Zina asked.
“You have to find a way to tell him. If he chickens out, you face the hotel guy.”
“Na so na. Abeg, send me like 15k. Body don dry like crayfish.”
“Mama, I will send you 10k. And it must not finish till they pay my salary.”
“Fine girl. Better pikin.”
Zina laughed as she ended the call. She knew she was being taken advantage of but she could not help but admire her mother’s negotiation skills. The same skills had enabled her survive marriage to 3 different men in her lifetime, securing a job in the civil service with meager qualifications and convincing the schools she and her siblings attended in childhood to let her pay in installments. Even though she had grown up with the resolve to forge a better life for herself than her mother had provided, she could not help but acknowledge her strength of will.
It was a month before PA discussed his relationship with Zina with Ama. This was partly because he spent about 2 weeks away from the office due to preaching engagements outside the state. She was in his office to tell him about a proposal from one of their members to throw him a 40th birthday party. He usually celebrated quietly and discouraged staff from soliciting funds from members for him but this time around she hadn’t done the soliciting. The woman had suggested it herself.
“She said she promised God that if he answered her prayer to win a particular contract she applied for, she would throw you a party,” Ama was saying.
“I really wanted something private. Besides, now that I have a girlfriend, she might be planning a surprise or something,” he said shyly.
“PA! You have a girlfriend!” Ama exclaimed, pretending to be surprised.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It just slipped my mind.”
“Who is she? I want pictures, the full gist.” Ama leaned forward in the chair she had been sitting in.
PA flicked to Zina’s picture in her phone and handed it to her.
“Her name is Zinabari. She started attending church a few months ago. She heads an IT firm, Dataconsult.”
Ama gazed at the pictures silently. She had seen them before but wasn’t letting on.
“She’s really pretty, PA.”
“How did you meet her?”
“She came to the house to install software for Ovie. That was how we met.”
“Nice. She looks nice.”
They both lapsed into silence till Ama spoke again.
“Do I tell Sis. Chi you said she should find some other way to sow her seed?” She returned his phone as she spoke.
He thought for a while. “Let me handle it myself. I’ll call her and talk to her so she doesn’t think I am ungrateful.”
“Good idea.” She rose to leave. “PA, this Zina, is she the one?”
“I believe so. Do you see me in the dating pool, going after one girl after the other for the next two years?” He raised a brow.
She chuckled at the thought of him philandering. “No.”
He inclined his head without saying more. She took that as her cue and made her exit.
Toyosi, Moji and Idara were in a restaurant having dinner. Moji had taken them out to celebrate the fact that their magazine had been given an award as the best in women’s fashion magazines. They had popped champagne at work for all the staff but Idara and Toyosi had needled her into buying them dinner.
“I know Bola will cry out her eyes. There is nothing she didn’t do to win,” Moji said.
“She and her crappy magazine; I wonder why people buy it,” Toyosi sneered.
“That girl is a learner. She betrayed me and left with people I had trained. Karma is after her,” Moji spat.
“Karma doesn’t even need to go after her. She had not learned the ropes and it shows in the poor quality of their publications,” Idara said. “There is nothing she has not done to poach me. She has offered me even double my salary.”
“Thief!” Moji muttered.
“Not everyone is disloyal like her,” Toyosi said.
“So, I met someone, girls,” Idara said suddenly.
Her friends cheered in delight.
“You don’t say?”
Idara waved a hand to silence him. “We are taking it slow. You know my divorce is not yet final.”
“Spill; who is he?” Moji asked.
“He is a director. In fact he directed this girl’s music video, Vixen.”
“Wait, wait; Is it Dotun?” Moji asked.
Idara rolled her eyes. “Yep.”
Both Toyosi and Moji gave her hi-fives.
“Not bad, girl!” Toyosi said. “We are still single to stupor. Please, if he has single friends, hook us up.”
“Have you given up on the pastor?” Moji asked.
“It is not today I dumped the guy O. Bad market!” She laughed.
“What happened?” Idara asked.
She launched into a tale of the circumstances that led to her deciding to count her losses and move on. They both nodded in understanding. As the night wore on, the discussion shifted from Toyosi to Moji’s plans for a men’s magazine as an equivalent of the one they currently published. Toyosi was all for it while Idara did not like the idea so they spent some time in animated banter. It was 10pm before they rose and headed for the parking lot.
“Is that not that your pastor?” Moji asked, pointing at a couple walking towards a car parked quite a distance from them.
Toyosi squinted. “I can’t tell.”
“He is the one. Who is the girl with him? The way he is holding her hand; they must have just had dinner,” Moji said.
Toyosi frowned. “He can do what he likes. Let’s go.” She began to unlock her car door.
Moji blew them air kisses and left to board her own car. Idara got into the passenger’s seat of Toyosi’s car and closed the door, silent.
“What is it?” Toyosi said as she started the car.
“I know that girl,” she replied.
“The girl with the pastor.”
Toyosi let out a hiss and turned her wheel to drive out of the lot without replying.
“I wonder if he knows her story,” Idara muttered.
“What could be that bad? Everyone has a past.”
“Unless he is not planning to marry her; I have heard he doesn’t flirt, so I wonder…”
Toyosi rolled her eyes. “She was a runs girl? She stole in the university? She has AIDS?”
“I knew that girl in Port Harcourt.”
“I doubt the pastor knows she has a son.”
“She has a son who must be more than 10 years old.”
“That is not all. No one knows the boy’s father. Rumor has it that she had him for one Philipino who used to work in Nigeria as an expatriate,” Idara elaborated.
Toyosi took her hands off the wheel and clapped in disbelief. “Unbelievable! The boy is mixed race?”
“I saw him a few times in PH. He lives with her mother. They used to be neighbours to my boyfriend at the time.”
“Hei! PA has entered one chance. Maybe she wants to hide the boy till he marries her, thinking she is a virgin,” Toyosi exclaimed.
“Na the way na. Sharp guy no be thief.”
Toyosi shook her head in disgust. “He didn’t even give me a chance. See? Is that girl mummy-pastor- material?”
When they got to her driveway, he stopped. Zina began to unbuckle her seatbelt, determined to run in before the tears spilled out but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
“You will find that I am not a man of many words even though I can preach for hours,” he began, sober.
She kept her face turned to the window.
“Look at me, Zina,” he murmured.
She turned slowly to lock gazes with him.
“I think I forgot to tell you how beautiful you looked tonight.”
She attempted to thank him but her voice broke. He held her while she cried: her head on his shoulder, her tears soaking his shirt. It didn’t seem to matter. He rubbed her head gently, not caring who could see them. It took her a few moments to calm. He gave her his box of tissues to blow her nose. She lifted her head. It was then she noticed that her make-up had stained his shirt.
“O no!” she cried. “Look what I have done.”
“Not to worry.” He grinned.
“What will your domestic staff say? This will cause a scandal. And you have done everything for years to prevent gossip,” she mourned.
“I will wash it myself.” He took both her hands in his. “Zina, are you married, divorced or in a relationship right now?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Whatever it is you mentioned earlier, I guess you need time to open up about it. In the time being, permit me to prove myself worthy of your trust and eventually, of your love. Don’t kick me to the curb,” he pleaded.
Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
“Please,” he whispered.
There was an interval of seconds which actually felt like hours to PA who was holding his breath. Finally, she nodded. He let out his breath loudly and she chuckled.
“Thank you my Zee. And I know it sounds corny but I like everything about you, from A to Z.”
She burst into laughter. He let go of her hand and opened the door for her.
“Not too shabby,” she responded.
“I’ll say goodnight before your security throws me out.”
“Thank you for a lovely evening, PA.”
“You made it lovely,” he replied.
She smiled and got out. He watched her till she got to the elevator door before driving away.
PA whistled all the way home that night. He could not stop smiling at the thought of how well the date had gone. Even Idoko would be proud of him. He wasn’t even worried about her protests because he believed God would not put more on him than he could bear.
I mean the worst possible thing is that she has some incurable disease or so. That one will be easy. When medical knowledge fails, I know you only laugh because your healing power is limitless. And I have seen you at work. You will never let me see shame.
She’s so lovely, Father: So unassuming and easy to please. I thought she would turn up her nose at my attempts to please her. I am sure she has had far more accomplished and eloquent men ask her out. Thank you for not letting me down.
Please, let it work out. Let her fall for me. I can’t bear the thought that someone else will have her. Don’t let it happen, I beg.
And Lord, about Ovie. Let this not cause any friction between us.
His gateman let him in and locked the gate before appearing beside him to collect the car keys. They greeted cordially. Ovie met him at the doorway. He was not surprised he had stayed up. The only explanation PA had given for driving out alone was that he needed to be on his own. He took a seat in the living room and crossed his legs. Ovie sat opposite him, doing all he could not to drag the information out of him.
“I went on a date,” PA announced.
Ovie gaped. “With who? Toyosi?”
“No. I have never expressed any interest in her and I think I have kept things strictly professional between us.”
“Who could it be then? Did you meet someone online?”
Even as Ovie uttered the words, he knew PA would not meet with someone he encountered online without getting him to check her out; and he wouldn’t go alone. This had to be someone in their radar.
“I have to ask you something first. Was there anything between you and Zina?”
“Zina? Zina?” he mumbled, confused. “Why do you ask?”
“Well…I like her but she has been evasive. I was sort of giving her time,” he explained.
“Time to?” PA prompted.
“Time to… sort of…I dunno…” He frowned.
“I went out with her tonight,” he said directly.
“Huh?” Ovie gaped.
“I had to tell you because you are like a brother to me and I wouldn’t like to hurt you. She told me you are just friends.”
Ovie sighed. There was an uncomfortable silence before he spoke.
“PA, I can’t lie to you. She’s a great girl and I think she would be a good fit for you. I wanted to ask her out but she kind of laughed in my face the day I broached the topic,” Ovie admitted.
“She shunned me the first day I asked her out,” PA responded.
“These girls can be harsh. Do they know what it takes to muster the guts to approach them?” he joked.
“Guy, her eyes alone? She look me up and down like one rat,” PA said.
Both men collapsed in laughter. The steward came in and found them on the floor laughing.
“Good evening, sir. Should I get your food?”
PA waved him away.
“PA no go fit chop. Dem don give am kop no mi,” Ovie teased.
The steward, Saviour stared at them in confusion till PA told him he was not hungry.
“Congratulations, sir. I hope it works out.” Ovie shook hands with PA when the steward left.
“Thanks, man. I hope so too.”
PA had asked Ovie to keep his news between them but he couldn’t resist telling Ama. It took him two days to find time alone with her. He had chosen not to tell her over the phone because news of that magnitude just had to be shared in person. They were sent on an errand to book a hotel for a guest minister. While inspecting the rooms, he let the cat out of the bag.
“What!” she screamed. “I don’t believe it.”
“You had best believe it because the way things are going, they may not wait too long before getting engaged.”
“Wow! I am so shocked. My shy PA?”
“E no shy anything. Na form the guy dey form since. I read a text he sent to her. He has lyrics for days,” Ovie said.
Both of them laughed.
“Wetin Toyosi go come do now? She bin don sew bridal gown for her mind sef,” Ama asked.
“She has to back off. I mean she gave it a go, it didn’t click. No harm done.”
“And Pastor Onyema and wife who endorsed her?”
“Did PA choose their partners for them? That is the least of my worries.”
“So, tell me about her. What does she look like?”
Ovie launched into a description of Zina and how PA met her; conveniently leaving out the fact that he had initially planned to woo her for himself. That was a fact that he felt no one needed to know. Not only would it portray him as a rejected lover, it would seem as if he was competing with PA. He had many faults but disloyalty was not one of them and that was why he had retained his position for so long; not that many were not jostling to take his place.
Toyosi had just left a meeting with Pastor Onyema”s wife. She was full of concerns about the commencement of their teenage group. Toyosi did not know how to wiggle out of the commitment she had made to drive the group. She really had no flair for working with teenagers. Children were not her thing but she felt she probably hated teens most. They were opinionated and loud and entitled and giggly and they formed cliques and they made rude remarks. She positively hated them. Why she had ever thought she could pretend to like them, she could not remember.
Matters had almost gotten heated when she requested another month to finalize arrangements. The woman could not understand her procrastination. Worse still, both she and Pastor Onyema had called Toyosi out before the entire church, announced her new position and anointed her for the task. It was disappointing that she had not risen to the occasion.
Toyosi was miffed that they laid more emphasis on her progress or lack thereof, with the teens, than on her quest to find a husband. She felt they were being selfish. Marriage, her marriage to be precise, was a priority. She felt they had not done enough to persuade PA. They were the ones who had told her about him and insinuated that he was available. Subsequently, she was left to chase after the man like she had no pride. They did not make any moves to persuade him. In fact, they did not even ask her if things were progressing.
For the sake of her ego, Toyosi refrained from asking Sis. Remi the questions on her mind. She hinted that PA had made himself unavailable as a mentor and that had hindered her plans. Sis. Remi did not accept that. She gave her an ultimatum of 1 week to submit her year planner of activities and budget or the group would be handed over to someone else.
Driving home in anger, she decided she had had enough. She would call her when she got home to tell her she did not feel she could go on with the group, citing her work schedule as an excuse. Also, she would take Ama’s advice. It was up to PA to contact her himself and ask her out. She would not cajole him any further and she would not send any more Greek gifts to those greedy associates of his. They would not admit they had zero influence on him but that was her conclusion.
I am pretty enough, accomplished enough to get any man. If he cannot see it, that’s his loss.
His phone rang before he could say anything.
“Idoko, what’s up? Okay, just ask them for the VIP section. Come right in,” he said into the phone.
Toyosi sipped her coffee as he ended the call, wondering what was going on. She was not left in the dark much longer. A tall, dark, muscular man wearing dreadlocks and denim appeared to be heading their way. She groaned internally at the intrusion but kept her expression neutral. PA stood up with a huge smile to welcome the stranger.
“Idoko!, Idoko! The man who finished a pot of beans without even belching,” PA shouted, reaching to hug the man.
The man let out a guffaw before enveloping PA in his bear-like embrace. PA was tall but the man had the added advantage of being muscular and that made PA look like his son.
Toyosi stared. She had never seen PA in such a jovial mood, not even with Ovie or his pastors. It occurred to her that he had brought in his best friend to get his opinion of her. This was something she knew men did all the time. Without their best friend’s approval, they usually developed cold feet, no matter how attracted they had been to a lady in the first place. She put on her warmest smile. It was now ‘operation win PA’s mystery friend over’ and she was very much up to it. If that was how he wanted to play it, he had better be ready for a show.
Ovie and Ama came in as PA was introducing Idoko to Toyosi. He included them in the introductions and waved the waiter over as they all took their seats.
“How are you, my man? It’s so good to see you again,” PA said.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I can see this pastoring thing is favoring you,” Idoko teased.
Toyosi could see Ama and Ovie exchanging surprised glances and relaxed, taking comfort in the fact that she wasn’t the only one who was ambushed. She kept a pleasant expression on her face, just in case either of the two friends looked at her but neither paid her any mind.
“Please order breakfast or something. Let me catch up with this man. We’ve come a long way,” PA apologized.
Everyone murmured their consent while the waiter hovered over them, writing furiously. PA drew his chair close to Idoko and soon they were deep in conversation. Toyosi had no choice but to order some fruit salad so as not to look odd. Ovie had ordered a full continental breakfast. Ama’s order was similar. She, on the other hand was careful not to eat too much, knowing that her abdomen under the tight dress would disgrace her.
“How are you feeling now, Ovie?” PA asked suddenly.
Ovie was stumped. He had forgotten he had lied about having indigestion. Ama kicked him under the table.
“Ouch!” he yelled.
“What is wrong? Do you need to go to the hospital?” PA asked.
“No, sir. I am fine.” He glared at Ama.
“Okay. I need you to call Saviour. Let him prepare the guest room for Idoko. He cannot stay in a hotel while he is in my town.”
“Guest room?” Ovie repeated, obtuse.
“Yes.” PA affirmed.
He rose and excused himself.
“Ama, I know you have so much on your plate but from now, you will handle all enquiries Toyosi has about her teenage group. You have been involved in ours almost from inception and I don’t think there is anything she will need that you cannot provide. I have far too many things planned this month and I think I need to be prudent. Is that okay?”
Toyosi glanced at Ama, willing her to say No but knowing it would be too obvious. She cleared her throat noisily.
“Of course, PA; whatever, you need,” Ama replied without looking at Toyosi.
“So, Idoko, I particularly wanted you to meet Toyosi because she works for a magazine and I know you need publicity for your new film school. Hopefully, she can guide you on how to secure the best interviews with the media and get the exposure you need. As a “Jonny-just-come”, you don’t expect things to work here the way they do in South Africa.”
Idoko gazed at Toyosi keenly. “Hello again, Ma’m.”
“Hi, yourself,” she said dryly.
“So, I’ll give you both time to discuss and maybe set up another appointment. I have to dash off. Ovie will stay and bring you over to the house when you are good to go.” PA rose to his feet.
“That’s very gracious of you, man. I appreciate it.” Idoko rose to greet him with a handshake.
“It’s the least I could do.”
Ovie had returned.
“Aha! There you are. Stay with Idoko and help him find his way around town. I will go with the car. Pastor Mofe is expecting me. When he is tired of exploring Lagos, bring him to the house,” PA instructed.
“Yes, Sir.” Ovie nodded, bowing slightly.
“Toyosi, it was great seeing you. God bless you. Ama, see me in the office when you round up your meeting.”
He waved to everyone as he left. Idoko drew his seat close to Toyosi, intending to make good on the offer of her help with media exposure. Ama and Ovie exchanged glances over Idoko’s head, knowing that Toyosi was probably fuming on the inside but unable to do anything about it. PA was introverted but he was a very perceptive man. Ama sensed that they had crossed the line that day and that was why he handed the mentoring of Toyosi’s teenage group over to her. She didn’t blame him. The girl looked like Jacob’s pottage in her red outfit and she could see he was not willing to sell his birthright like Esau; not just yet and maybe not for Toyosi.
PA was taking a walk the next morning with Idoko. It was about 6.30am. He had already prayed and studied his bible for two hours as was his custom before his guest woke up. They were in their jogging suits, walking back home slowly, having done a power walk around the estate PA lived in.
“What did you think about the girl,” PA asked his companion.
“Toyosi?” Idoko asked in turn.
“She’s a looker.”
He didn’t say more so, PA waited. Idoko caught his eye and grinned.
“Do you like her?” PA asked.
“I didn’t know you were into match-making.” Idoko raised a brow.
“Ever since that girl broke your heart, you have not given anyone else a chance.”
“A chance to finish up from where she left off, right?” Idoko shook his head slowly.
“You need to move on.”
“Yeah and what’s your excuse?”
“I made the choice when I became born again to remain single. I have not regretted it but it was not made due to heart break,” PA replied.
“Why exactly did you make such a foolish decision?”
“I have never told anyone. I don’t think I can,” PA murmured thoughtfully.
Idoko nodded, understanding. Some things were meant to be left alone, even among friends. PA did not speak for a while. His friend walked beside him, lips pursed.
“Toyosi is in love with you,” he declared finally.
PA was stunned. He stopped in his tracks. “What makes you think so?”
“I know women. And this one is dangerous. She will not take no for an answer. If you are not interested, cut off totally,” his friend advised.
“Dangerous?” PA was blinking in unbelief.
“Take my word for it.”
They walked along in silence for a long while. Idoko took a gulp of water from the bottle he had brought along and stopped by a grassy patch. He turned aside and began to do some stretching exercises. PA sat on a log a few feet away, his head in his hands.
Is this what you have been trying to warn me about, Lord? Why then does everyone approve of her: Onyema, Ovie, Odion, Ama and even Onyema’s wife? Your word says that in a multitude of counsel, there is safety. Although I have tried to get your opinion, I cannot really say I feel physically attracted to her. I thought you were guarding me from temptation by giving me the grace to keep my feelings in check. Should I take this disquiet as your way of telling me to back off?
Ama and Ovie were in her office plotting how to get PA to fall in love with Toyosi. Each had his or her reasons for wanting the relationship to work. Ovie knew that Zina was not attracted to him but he hoped that with time, he could win her over. If PA developed an interest in her, that desire would have to be thrown out of the window because there was no way he was going to sacrifice a friendship of many years (not to mention his source of livelihood) for unrequited love.
He had asked Zina about their conversation that day but she only said PA had been nice enough to keep her company till he appeared. When he went to PA to apologize for the intrusion, he waved him off and said nothing more. Since he couldn’t ask him outrightly why he had spent so much time alone with a woman, in obvious contrast to his practice, he had had to agonize privately that his interest in Zina was about to be jeopardized.
On the other hand, Ama had received an interesting phone call from Toyosi. She was convinced that the woman would be an ally if she married PA. If PA married a stranger, she might lose her place in his life and even her job, depending on how paranoid his wife was. Toyosi had begged her to help her win PA and made generous promises. Already, a bottle of perfume had arrived on her desk the morning after the teenage event, sealing their symbiotic relationship. If she played her role, Toyosi would be eternally grateful to her. There was no downside to the plan.
“I have already fixed a meeting with Toyosi, PA, you and I to run through her plans for her teenage group. The idea is that you end up with stomach ache and spend most of the meeting in the bathroom. I will come up with an excuse to leave them alone,” Ama was saying.
“What if he decides to re-schedule?”
“I don’t think he will but if he tries to, she will tell him that that day is her only free day.”
“Hmm. I doubt the issue is that he has not been seeing her…”
“The issue is he has been seeing her in an official setting. In the café, things will be more relaxed and he will loosen up. Besides, it is at an hour when patronage will be low and I have reserved a table in the VIP section.”
Ovie crossed his legs in his chair, tapping his knee thoughtfully. “Is this girl the right girl for him? Are we pushing the wrong person to him?”
“We are not doing anything wrong. Do you see PA going out of his way to meet girls? He won’t attend social events; he is surrounded by you guys after church, even while preaching I don’t know if he shuts his eyes…”
At that, Ovie laughed. “Come on. He doesn’t shut his eyes.”
“Then why has he not noticed the bevy of fine girls in church. Check the ushers: We have an abundance of leggy, shapely beauties there”, she snapped irritably.
Ovie shook his head. “Maybe he needs a wife from outside Nigeria.”
“God forbid! So she will come in and throw me out?” she snapped her fingers in the characteristic Nigerian way of dispelling evil thoughts and notions.
“See this one! Are you his mother?” Ovie laughed.
“Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Nope. You do the job well.”
“Let me return some phone calls. I will check in later.” Ovie rose to leave.
“Ovisco, wait. Who bought that shirt for you? It is different from your usual style.” Ama stopped him with a wink.
“You like it?” He preened.
“Who bought it?” She ignored his question.
“Which Becky? Ovie, sit down and give me the gist.” Ama was nearly falling out of her chair in her eagerness to get details.
“The one in the choir.”
“The one PA suspended?”
“She said I should help her beg him; that she is in love with Nnamdi and she wants him to allow them continue their relationship. He has been keeping away from her as per PA’s instructions.”
Ama clapped her hands and laughed a mocking laugh. “These old birds! Don’t tell me your pants are a gift from her rival, Nkiru?”
“You guessed right.”
“Yes. She sent them to me yesterday so I decided to wear both today. They certainly have good taste.” Ovie shrugged nonplussed.
“And have you spoken to PA about lifting their suspensions?”
“Do I look demented to you? He will conclude that I am sleeping with them. If it is a joke, stop it O!”
Ama laughed again, slapping her hand on her desk. “Ovisco, Ovisco! Nothing do you.”
He smiled as he opened her door to make his exit.
Toyosi was driving out of a makeup artist’s salon close to the venue of her meeting with PA. She had changed out of her jeans and top into a form-fitting red dress with an asymmetrical neckline. Its hem stopped below her knees but that was the only holy thing about the dress. Even Shade, the makeup artist had whistled as she exited the changing room.
She wore her braids in a pigtail, with minimal jewelry, nude pumps and a red clutch. Shade had plumped her lips up in the perfect shade of red designed to focus the attention of any love interest on thoughts that had nothing to do with spreading the gospel. Her excitement was palpable as she tapped her steering in tune with the music from the car radio. She could feel it in her bones. This would be the make or break meeting. She could not continue to wait on PA. He needed to make a move on her or she would move on.
At the venue she sent Ama a text to ascertain whether PA was already seated. Her plan was to make a grand entry, giving him enough time to appreciate the effort God put into crafting her. She wanted him on edge throughout the meeting. She wanted him to stutter. She wanted him to avoid making eye contact with her or anyone else for fear of what they would read in his eyes.
But she intended to be relentless. She would ooze the sex appeal. His was to just say the word and things could move to the next level.
“How did this man even survive without a woman in his life for years?” she thought aloud as she typed.
Her text was replied immediately. She was to wait three minutes, giving time for her accomplices to desert PA and then she could come in in all her glory.
PA was on the phone with a friend of his from the university who was new in town. Idoko was his classmate and friend who had lived in South Africa for 9 years. His return to Nigeria was to set up a training school for movie production.
“Just come in when you can. I will be here for at least 30 minutes,” PA was saying.
“Okay, thanks. I really appreciate you making out time for me,” Idoko said.
“You would do the same.”
“But you are a pastor. I don’t have needy parishioners bugging my phone,” he chuckled.
“No, you don’t, but you have all sorts of dubious girls bugging your life.”
“What can I say? It comes with the territory. Every girl now wants to be a model, actress, singer, or whatever it takes to land a magazine cover.”
“You need a solid girl, a girl who will keep you grounded.”
“Look who’s talking? Are you married yourself? There isn’t even anyone in the horizon, last I heard,” Idoko teased.
“Never say never, guy. Things may be changing very soon.”
“Really, PA? You met someone?”
“Get here and I’ll give you details.”
“That’s it. I’m canceling all my meetings and heading to where you are.”
“Good. That sounds more like the Id I know.”
“See you shortly.”
PA had ended the call but he did not know that he was still holding the phone to his ears. Toyosi had just walked in, taking her sweet time to catwalk across the café till she got to his table which was at a corner. Its position allowed him to feast his eyes on her while she sashayed in but she could only make out his silhouette. He looked around for Ama and Ovie wondering what was keeping them. Ama had just left to take a call while Ovie went to the bathroom. It was improper for him to be alone with Toyosi.
He dropped the phone and rose to greet her when she got to his table. She ignored the hand he extended for a handshake and reached over for a hug. He was startled but he did not betray any emotion.
“Good morning, PA. I hope I did not keep you waiting,” she cooed, batting her eyelids at him.
“That’s fine. I know the traffic can be hectic.” He reached over and pulled out a chair for her.
She smiled her thanks before taking a seat, as slowly as possible. PA narrowed his gaze. He could feel a change in her attitude and he did not like being put in a tight corner. Adjusting his dark blazer, he sat opposite her.
“Ovie and Ama will be joining us shortly,” he apologized.
“You are all the company I need,” she replied smoothly.
He cleared his throat but did not say anything more. A waiter approached them and asked Toyosi what she would like. She ordered coffee. PA asked for orange juice.
“Have you had breakfast?” he asked her.
“No but coffee is all I will have for now. Thank you for your kindness,” she replied.
He waved the waiter away and crossed his legs. “So have you come up with a name for your teen group?”
“Ermmm. I haven’t given it much thought actually,” she said.
His only reply was a raised brow.
“I mean, I always feel inspired after being with you. You just ooze so much anointing. I feel like ideas flood my mind after an encounter with you. Don’t be surprised if I call you later today to say a name popped into my mind as I drove out. You have that effect on me.” She laughed coyly, her head angled to one side with the most bashful of expressions on her face.
“Thank you. You are too kind. Let me check on Ovie. I hope all is well.” He made to rise but she stopped him with a hand on his.
“I’m sure he is fine. Don’t you think you baby him too much?”
He was so shocked that he sat down. “Do you think so?”
She shrugged delicately. He bit his lip in thought. Perhaps he was mollycoddling Ovie. Maybe that was why he had been unable to find his own feet years after leaving school. He often worried that Ovie depended too much on him, despite earning a decent salary and other benefits. Ovie was often out of cash before the month ended. He used PA’s cars and other gadgets and never really appeared to fend for himself. PA had given him a talking to on many occasions and even threatened to kick him out but did not have the heart to carry out his threat. He suspected that Ovie knew this and was taking advantage of that fact.
His phone rang before he could say anything.
“Ima, you would not believe what happened to me today?” Zina clapped her hands as she spoke, seated on a kitchen stool in front of Imaobong who was kneading dough.
“What happened? Did you get lost?” Ima did not look at her but spoke with her eyes on the bowl she was working on.
“No, the house was easy to find.”
“Wasn’t Ovie there?”
“He was O!”
Imaobong stopped what she was doing and looked up with a frown. “Did he try anything funny?”
Zina laughed. “No.”
“So what is it?”
“I met PA.”
“For real? I don’t think I have really had a close encounter with him despite years of being a member of the church. He is very quiet.”
Imaobong narrowed her gaze when she saw that her friend had more to spill. However,she didn’t have to beg Zina to indulge her.
“He was sitting in front of the house. I thought it was Ovie and covered his eyes.”
“Abasi mbok!” Imaobong screamed. “You covered whose eyes?”
“I nearly fainted when he turned. Kai! My sister, foolishness is not good.”
Imaobong had her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide in astonishment.
“Wait till you hear the rest.”
“There is more? You mean he did not bind you and cast you out into the abyss? I heard he doesn’t play.”
“He plays O. I had to pry my hands out of his grasp,” Zina said, straight-faced.
“He held your hands? How?”
“He said I have very soft hands, that I am lovely and interesting.”
“It’s a lie! Zina, you are lying!” By this time, Imaobong was hitting her friends laps in disbelief.
“Ima, I cannot make up such a story.”
“Hmm…I was struggling not to bite my mouth. But Ima, that guy is fiiiiiine! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you? Haven’t you been seeing him in church?”
“This ‘seeing’ was different. He was casually dressed and down to earth and he is a very good listener.” Her voice was becoming dreamy.
“Zina! You are in line to become the 1st lady O! I can’t believe it. My friend as PA’s wife?” Imaobong began to pace the kitchen, one hand on her hip, the other tugging at her chin.
“Hahaha! That is not likely to happen. He was just carried away.”
Imaobong stopped and faced her. “What do you mean? Now that I thought of it, you are a perfect fit. You are confident, out-spoken, used to being in leadership, well-versed in scripture, spirit-filled and stunning to boot. What’s to stop you from filling the vacancy?”
“I didn’t know there was a vancancy.”
“I didn’t either. He has been single for long and he promotes singleness. There was a time women were out to snare him but I think he wore them out. Besides, he has impregnable security. How did you even get so close to him?”
“I went to see Ovie. In fact I forgot he lives with PA. The man was just sitting there casually and he was hidden by some plants.”
“This has to be divine.”
“Na! I think God just wanted to teach me to see Pastors as human beings. I am in no way Pastor-wife material,” Zina shook her head sadly.
“Do you have anything against marrying a pastor?”
“No. I never thought about it but, I think it’s a call for those who have spotless records. I can’t even deceive myself on that one.”
“Who is spotless? Only the lamb is pure, my dear. Even PA is no angel.”
Zina frowned. “Does he have scandals trailing him?”
“No but, he always says salvation is a gift. We do nothing to earn it and we have no right to determine who is qualified before God and who is not. All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.”
A call on Imaobong’s phone interrupted their conversation, leaving Zina to her thoughts.
All have sinned indeed but some sins leave scars and they are visible for the world to judge you. There are sins God may forgive but man may never forgive. I will live with the consequences of my decisions but which Pastor will join himself to a woman with my kind of baggage? No, it will never happen.
Moji, Idara and Toyosi were coming from the house of a musician they had gone to interview for their magazine. They were in Moji’s car, a roomy SUV with state of the arts fittings. Idara was fiddling with her camera in her lap. She was wearing a tank top on blue jeans, her standard work gear except they were attending a formal event. Moji was dressed in a black caftan, her expensive weave cascading down her shoulders in attempt to soften her hard frame. Toyosi was wearing a floral top on white capris. She looked lovely with her hair in a bun and minimal accessories.
“So how is your relationship with that Pastor? Have you guys fixed a date for the wedding?” Moji asked, tongue-in-cheek.
Idara rolled her eyes, wordlessly.
“What do you mean by ‘have we fixed a date’? Are you mocking me?” Toyosi was incensed.
“No, my dear,” Moji smirked.
“Anyway, he called me yesterday to invite me on a date.”
“Na lie!” Idara scoffed.
“I have a text to prove it. Do you want to see?” She handed her phone over to Moji as she spoke.
Moji and Idara read the message aloud, incredulous.
“10 am on Thursday at Brioche café is fine. Regards, PA.”
“Who is laughing, now?” Toyosi sang. “Behold, as long as the earth remains, seed-time and harvest-time will not cease.”
Her two friends glanced at each other and swallowed every thought of the intervention they had planned. She was obviously succeeding in her schemes. PA had never had a meeting with her in private and most of the meetings were instigated by her. That he was willing to be seen with her in a café was almost a public declaration of his interest in her.
Idara was almost seized by apoplexy over fears of being thrown out and more. Moji on the other hand saw the positive side of it. If her friend who was no better than her could land such a great guy, perhaps there was hope for her despite her age and the fact that she had an adopted child. She began to think that she might have been wrong to write off all men as evil. There could be someone out there who would love her for who she was and even be willing to marry her.
Toyosi eyed her friends, guessing their thoughts and laughed to herself. She knew what they thought of her brazen attempts to woo PA but she took comfort in the story of Ruth. Besides, she had no evil intentions for the man. All she wanted was to guard herself from the heartbreak that appeared to be all that the men she had been meeting had to offer. Was that too much to ask for? A man whose Yes was his Yes and whose No was his No. One who would not cheat on her, beat her or leave her. How could that be too much to ask.
Moji and Idara were in the backseat of the former’s car, heading to an event centre for a photo shoot. The topic of discussion was their friend Toyosi.
“She spent the whole day trying to catch the man’s eye. He just ignored her. My sister, I pitied her,” Idara said, shaking her head for emphasis.
“I think it was the presence of other church staff and the children that spooked him. She told me he has been warming up to her,” Moji replied.
“Don’t mind that liar. She has been making up stories. Their relationship only exists in her imagination.” Idara snorted.
“Hian! Do you mean he has no interest in her whatsoever?”
“Wow! I was under the impression that an engagement was imminent.”
“She spent the whole day watching him, trying to find a reason to join the group he was sitting with. In fact, I heard him tell her to sit with the kids so she could get used to them. Finally, she collected his secretary’s number, hoping to get her to oil her way. I had to hold back a laugh.”
“The woman will con her like Ovie did. Do know how much money she has spent on Ovie, buying him perfumes, watches, shirts and so on. He promised to use his influence but I doubt he has ever spoken a word in her favour.” Idara laughed loud and long.
Moji was quiet, tapping her finger on her bag in her lap. Idara suddenly stopped laughing and looked at her.
“What?” she asked.
“The last time Toyosi got her heart broken, she nearly went into depression. I know what I passed through trying to pull her out of the dumps and I do not look forward to doing it again.”Moji sighed.
“How do you propose we convince her to retrace her steps?” Idara asked.
“We have to stage an intervention.”
“She won’t like it…”
“It is better than her setting herself up for hurt.”
Idara nodded, her mind racing at the thought of Toyosi’s reaction to a confrontation. She was used to having her way and would prefer that she had come to the realization herself rather than being told by her friends that the good pastor was not interested in her. It was not something she looked forward to; though she knew Moji would not let her dodge the intervention. She could be caring at times but mostly, Moji was a bully. Idara sighed, resigning herself to fate.
“Guess who?” Zina’s voice rang.
She giggled as the occupant of the chair brought his hands to hers and took them away from his eyes gently. He turned his head and they locked gazes.
“Nda Bari! Pastor!” she gasped. “Sorry Sir! I am very sorry.”
She was curtseying as she apologized, flushed with embarrassment. PA smiled at her. He was still holding her hands. He rubbed her palms slowly, distracted.
“You have very soft hands.”
Zina was torn between wishing the ground would open up to swallow her and praying her knees would support her weight.
Why did no one mention how good looking this man is? Gosh, his eyes! And why is he holding my hands? But he is handsome, though. Why are his lips so red, so soft? And why is he holding my hands?
“Pastor, I’m sorry. I thought it was Ovie,” she mumbled.
“My name is Allen.”
“Sir?” She was bewildered. He surely didn’t expect her to call him by his first name.
“Ovie is sleeping. Do you want me to show you around the house?” he offered.
“I just came to install something in his laptop. Maybe I should call his number. I wouldn’t like to bother you, Pastor,” she said, trying to take her hands out of his unsuccessfully.
“Please, sit.” He pulled her into the chair beside his. “You haven’t told me your name.”
“Yes. I know you have a name.” He let go of her hands and crossed his legs.
Zina was able to get a good look at him now that she was sitting to his right. He was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a white T shirt. He had removed the ear phones in his ears and placed them on the bible on a small table before him. Obviously, he had been singing or praying when she entered and did not hear her. She had never seen him or any other pastor for that matter so casually dressed. It was getting difficult to associate him with the 3-piece suit wearing preacher image she had assigned all pastors.
“I won’t call down fire and brimstone on you,” he smiled again, trying to put her at ease.
She is so lovely. What a face! And that nose has to have been crafted during a worship session. And she is so reserved. I didn’t know there are girls who are still nervous around Pastors, in this day and age, what with all the forward girls I have been meeting.
“Please tell your name.”
“My name is Zinabari.”
“Is it an English name? What does it mean?”
“It means star of God. It is an Ogoni name. I am from Rivers state.” She had managed to regain her composure by reminding herself that he was just a man after all and she dealt with men every day. In fact, she had even had some of the more difficult ones for lunch.
“It’s very nice to meet you and I hope I did not embarrass you by holding your hands?” He chuckled, cocking his head to one side.
“You were embarrassed but would rather not hurt my feelings by saying so?” he read her thoughts.
She gasped, her hand going to cover her mouth and then laughed. He joined her and the tension seeped out of the atmosphere.
“I’m sorry I acted like a dork,” she wiped her eyes.
“No you didn’t. You were cool, calm and collected,” he said, straight-faced.
“Are you always this funny?”
“No. People complain that I hardly say anything. You seem to have loosened my tongue,” he sounded amazed at the realization. “I like your name.”
“Thank you.” She crossed her legs elegantly, tugging at the hem of the simple blue dress she was wearing. It would not do to show more leg than was decent in the presence of a pastor.
He rose to his feet and extended a hand to help her up.
“Let me show you around the house while you tell me all about yourself. We’ll go inside and find Ovie.”
She accepted his help rising but carefully removed her hand from his grasp afterwards. He let her precede him till they got to a wider footpath that allowed them to walk side by side. She could see a pool and a small garden in the distance.
“So, what do you do?” he asked.
To her surprise, she found herself opening up, telling him all about her childhood without a father and how her mother remarried 3 times. She had 6 siblings in all and her relationship with them was not always cordial. She told him about serving as a cook to an expatriate as a teenager to make enough money to go to the university. She told him about her rise in the corporate world and how she was now financially responsible for her family. She even told him of how she had planned a wedding with a man who was married unknown to her and only found out when his wife crashed her bridal shower.
He listened quietly, laughing at the antics of her mom to get more money off her and empathetic about her challenges in the corporate world. They had walked around the house three times before she realized they had not gone inside.
“We have not gone in…” she said, startled.
“I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
“Oh,” she said, suddenly flustered. “I have to give Ovie his software and get out of your hair. How could I have taken so much of your time?”
He stopped before her. “I have never met anyone as interesting as you. Do you mind if I…”
They were interrupted by Ovie. He came out of the backdoor and ran into them, surprised.
“Zina, I’m sorry. Were you looking for me?”
“Hi, Ovie,” she greeted, relieved.
“You didn’t tell me how beautiful Zina is,” PA said.
Ovie gaped at him, mouth open.
“I’ll let you conclude your business. Very nice meeting you, Zina,” he said as he nodded at her and left.
Both of them watched him till he opened the backdoor, went in and closed it behind him. The thoughts running through their minds were different yet similar. Ovie had never seen PA chatting with a woman, unchaperoned, in his backyard for that matter. And he had known him for over 10 years. It was proof that you could never claim to know anyone so well that you could predict his actions. And he used to boast that he knew PA in and out.
I wonder what they were talking about.
Toyosi had accompanied PA on that month’s hangout with his teens to observe and take notes. Idara her friend had come along with her camera. She really just wanted to be in close proximity of both of them to assess the potential of the relationship. This was especially important as she sensed that Toyosi was working up courage to send her packing.
In the bus they had shared with screaming teens, she and Toyosi shared a glance that spoke volumes.
Are we sure we are up to two hours of this?
PA insisted that everyone park their car in church and join the bus. In that way, the adults were able to converse with the teens and form relationships with them. He had been sitting with Ovie at the back, laughing occasionally while Ovie held a group of teenage boys spellbound with his account of his adventures as a teen. Toyosi wished she had the courage to go and sit beside him but she had to play it cool. She, Ama and Idara were sitting with a mixed group who were telling Ama about a scandal in their school. Apparently, a teacher had accepted a bribe to alter the scores of a student in that term’s exams and had been caught.
The story bored her. She was there for PA and PA alone. Fidgeting with the strap of her prada bag, her mind worked furiously, trying to come up with a strategy. Ama suddenly smiled at her and patted her knee. They locked gazes silently.
Maybe this is the ally I need! Thank you, Jesus. I have been working on Ovie not discerning my destiny helper. Forgive me, Lord.
Zina was on the phone with Ovie. He had requested some software from her the week before. She had sent an assistant to deliver it but there had been a mix up and he got the wrong one. She then promised to deliver it herself to make up for the error.
“I’ll be home all day. Come in after work or whenever. Thank you so much,” he said as the call ended.
She decided to stop at the hair salon and get her hair styled since the next day was a Sunday. Ima had hounded her on grooming so much that she now heard her voice in her head like a microchip. Each time she wanted to go out without make up or dressed down or with her hair disheveled, that voice quipped in her subconscious.
What? Don’t you know that no man knoweth the day nor the hour when the Son of man will show up?
Zina chuckled as she parked her car. She had given her driver the day off because she wanted to get used to driving in Lagos. Ovie had assured her that his house was very easy to find so she wasn’t worried. At the salon, she requested a simple touch-up. They offered her a pedicure and manicure but she laughed them off. She usually did her nails by herself at home because she just had no patience to sit for hours being pampered. Besides, she loved to work on her laptop while her hair was styled but doing a manicure would not allow that.
Flimsy excuses, she knew but she clung stubbornly to some of her ‘tomboyishness’ that Imaobong was desperately trying to hack away. Even though she enjoyed the admiring glances she received, a part of her wanted to remain anonymous. From her teenage, she had always wished she could fade into the woodwork. She wanted to be recognized for her brains and talents but men could not see beyond her face and curves. In the middle of a serious conversation, she would turn to find the man she was talking to staring at her breasts or something and she would feel so disappointed.
After giving her life to Christ at 16, she began to wear darker, loose clothing, so as not to be a ‘temptation’ but that didn’t keep male attention at bay. She had had to fight off more than one ‘brother’ who she had trusted before she clammed up totally. Now, she was being coerced to bloom again, to accept compliments without making a disparaging remark, to blush without turning away, to bat her eyelids when a man stared at her rather than glare at him. Ima was the mistress of seduction and though she had an unwilling student, she was unrelenting.
An hour later, Zina was on her way to PA’s house. It was easy enough to find. She was let in when she told the security men who she was there to see. The house was at the end of the drive in a quiet estate not too far from the church. She parked outside the gate, took out her bag and locked the car. Then she rang the bell.
A uniformed guard let her in. Apparently, they were expecting her. He pointed out the door to her and left her to walk there alone. She was almost at the door when she was distracted by a voice. It was coming from a chair in a quiet spot to the right of the door. Some potted plants were shielding it so she could not make out who was in it. Concluding it was Ovie, she sneaked behind the chair, reached out from behind and covered the eyes of the man in the chair with both her hands.
PA and Ama were at a retreat for leaders in church. All his pastors, their wives, as well as the heads of the various departments in church were present. Ovie was absent because he was down with a cold. The venue was the conference room of a hotel owned by one of the church members. They usually started with prayers; after which Pastor Odion would share the agenda. After everyone had contributed to the issues raised, PA would share a word and end the meeting. Breakfast and lunch were provided by the hotel.
Ama was worried about this meeting. She had heard from reliable sources that Sis. Nkiru who was the secretary of the music department had fought with Sis. Becky, deputy director of the music department. The object of contention was Nnamdi, a new entrant into the choir. He was a handsome man in his twenties who was discovered by Sis. Becky during the campus outreaches. While in school, he survived by singing in clubs and at parties. During an evangelistic programme hosted by their church, he gave his life to Christ. This was during his extra year in school. The school fellowship assisted him by raising money for his fees. He still sang in clubs however, to make money for his upkeep.
Sis. Becky was shocked to hear this and swung into action to help him get Christian gigs where he would earn a living. He soon graduated and she approached the church to put him on their payroll. It was his job to man the bookshop on weekdays but on Sundays, he sang in the choir. Also, he helped to organize the campus outreaches as the head of logistics. Occasionally, members paid him to sing at weddings, funerals, birthdays and other events. In two years he had been able to buy a car, rent a small apartment (which he shared with two friends) and so he became the toast of the single ladies.
What few people knew was that Nnamdi, Becky and Nkiru were in a love triangle. Nkiru was unmarried at 45, an average-looking owner of a medium-sized business. She had given up on men after being dumped at the altar at 32. Her reputation for being hard, quick-tongued and difficult to get along with, contrasted sharply with her generosity. Almost every member of the choir had at one time or the other, received a gift from her. She had paid half of the cost of Nnamdi’s car. The day he bought it, he drove it to her house to thank her. They ended up in bed.
His affair with Becky started from him nursing her during her crises. She had suffered asthma for years. A widow at 41 with a son, she often depended on him for comfort when she found herself incapacitated. Perhaps she increased the frequency of her complaints in order to gain his sympathy, but no one will ever know. Neither woman knew about the other, till Nnamdi fell in love with Tamara, a pretty girl who had just joined the choir.
She rebuffed his advances because she sensed something was off. It was only later that she found out how right she was. Becky was the first to approach her and warn her to stay away from “her man”. She was still reeling in shock when Nkiru sent her a ‘stinker’ to watch her back. Apparently, Nnamdi had tried to break it off with them hoping that the move would sway Tamara. He blurted out, in anger, that neither woman had any hold over him. The two became bitter enemies.
It got to the point that choir rehearsals became fraught with tension; both women throwing barbs at each other. They even created factions of those who supported them. Tamara tried to stay away from it all but Nnamdi confided in Ovie and that was how Ama got her information.
Becky was leading the worship session. Ama noticed that Nkiru was sitting with her head bowed so no one would see that she was not singing along. She wondered where the worship Becky was leading was going; affair aside, her malice with Nkiru was no formula for reaching the throne room.
PA was dressed in jeans and a blue T-shirt. He was standing to the left of the room, eyes closed, hands raised, singing along, oblivious of the tension in the atmosphere. Ama suspected that a few other leaders knew of the love triangle but she was not sure who knew what. She mouthed the words of the song, her mind busy working out how to let PA in on things without actually “gossiping”.
Pastor Odion took over and led a series of discussions on the various issues that concerned the church. Ama’s heart kept pounding because she had a premonition that something would go wrong. She could not put her finger on it but, there was a foul spirit in the air. They were served breakfast at 8.00am. She positioned herself behind Nkiru at the buffet table. Both of them reached for plates simultaneously and their eyes met.
“Hi, Sis.” Ama’s voice was cheerful. “Nice blouse.” Out of the corner of her eye she could see Becky glaring at her.
So it has got to this point? If I speak to either lady, I am automatically taking sides? PA’s ears will tingle.
“Thank you, love. I bought it from Dami who owns that boutique in Surulere. If you like it I will get one for you. You are a size 14, I guess?” Nkiru turned to her and smiled as she spoke.
“Yes, I wear 14. That is so kind of you.” Ama served herself coffee.
“Kind? It only cost N45000. That is far less than you deserve.”
“Thank you,” Ama repeated, not wanting to counter her on how deserving she was of a blouse of that cost.
“How are your boys?”
“They are doing great. How’s the business doing?”
“God is faithful. He has exceeded my expectations. In spite of the forex issues, we have stayed afloat. I thank God he has not allowed my enemies to laugh at me.”
Ama saw her throw a murderous glance in Becky’s general direction as she made that statement and bit her lip. She prayed silently that the two women would not have a full blown fight there and then. It was obvious that each woman believed herself to be in the right and the other, wrong. A glance at PA revealed that he was busy chatting with two of the leaders, at a corner of the room, a cup of coffee in hand.
They had got their food, so she and Nkiru parted. Ama made her way to Becky’s chair where she was alone for the moment. The other members of her table were still getting their food. She was scrolling through some messages on her phone. Ama dropped her plate on the table and took a sip from her cup.
“Hi, Sis!” she greeted.
“Who is your sister?” Becky snarled without looking up.
“Are we having a quarrel I didn’t know about?” Ama joked.
“When you make friends with people who join a unit that is all about sonorous voices when they know fully that they can’t sing, have you not chosen sides?”
Ama started. “Is something wrong?”
“Have you not heard that Nkiru is planning to ask PA to fire me because I have been the deputy music director for too long? She wants a taste of the pie. She wan trend, idiot!”
It was then that Ama knew that her foreboding had not been in vain. She shuddered to think what PA would have said about all this. It was in moments like this that she acutely wished that he was married. She would have found it easier to tell his wife that the two women’s feud was not at all about heading the choir. On the contrary, they had tasted the forbidden fruit and now wanted the entire tree, each to her. The option of discussing the matter with Pastor Odion’s wife did not appeal to her. She was a fine example of a pastor’s wife but she did not have the authority that was needed to call them to order.
This Toyosi, how come she has not been able to convince PA to fall in love with her?
With all her good looks, British accent, foreign mannerisms and all, PA was non-committal when asked if he saw a future with her. In fact, he looked Ama in the eye and asked her if after knowing him for years she did not feel she would be in a position to tell if he had feelings for anyone. That was the last time she asked. She could see that Toyosi was in love with him and silently hoped that he would be won over. Together, they would have figured out a way to table the matter of the love triangle to PA. He would of course, require hard evidence before calling in two long-standing church members and a young protégée to question them on allegations of fornication. And that would be a hard one.
PA was angrier than he had been in a long time. He allowed Becky and Nkiru to precede him into his office and then closed the door behind them. Ama waited ten seconds before planting herself behind the door. There was no way she was going to miss the drama.
“Have a seat.” He gestured to both of them to take the sofa while he perched on the edge of his table. “What was that all about?”
Neither woman spoke but the way they glared at each other spoke volumes.
“You mean you have nothing to say? Where do you get off abusing each other at a leaders’ meeting? That means you have been fighting during rehearsals. I am so ashamed of you. You have both served for too long not to know how I feel about this sort of behavior.”
“PA, she started it.” Nkiru spat, her eyes shooting daggers at her rival.
“None of you is leaving till you tell me what the quarrel is about.”
There was silence for a long time but PA was legendary for silence. He simply folded his arms and fixed his gaze on them.
“Sir, it is not as if it is anything serious,” Becky finally admitted. “We took it too far and we are sorry.”
“Who is ‘we’? Speak for yourself,” Nkiru snapped.
“That’s not good enough. I am not interested in an apology. What I want is a resolution and there can be none without thrashing the cause of the disagreement.”
There was silence again.
“I see you want to test the spirit of God. Let me take out a few minutes to pray and ask God to reveal the truth to me.” With that, he slid off the table and picked up his bible as though he was leaving the room.
“No, PA, it has not got to that. I will tell you what happened.” Becky stopped him.
He looked at her. Nkiru was biting her artificial nails, avoiding his gaze. PA got back on his seat.
“I’m listening.” He crossed his legs and placed his chin in his palm.
Becky cleared her throat and gave Nkiru a furtive glance.
“Nnamdi and I have been in love for some months now. We were planning to approach you for your blessing few weeks ago. I just found out that Nkiru has been enticing him, seducing him, offering him money, even reminding him that she is Igbo and I am not,” she began.
Nkiru laughed a loud mocking laugh. Becky ignored her and went on quickly before she could contradict her.
“I confronted her in private and asked her to back off because we are in love and he has even proposed to me…”
Nkiru laughed again and clapped her hands in derision.
“She then set about painting me black. That is why she is leading a campaign for my removal as deputy director of the choir.” She sat back, lips pursed, unable to meet PA’s gaze at the end of her tale.
“Is the music director aware of this?” PA asked. “Which Nnamdi are we talking about?”
“Nnamdi Esohe, the head of campus ministry logistics,” Becky replied.
“Okay.” PA reached for his phone and dialed a number. Both ladies watched him, confused about his reaction. “Hello,”he said when it rang. “Send Nnamdi who mans the bookshop to my office, Ama.”
He then went over to his DVD player and put on some gospel music. Soon the atmosphere was saturated with the husky voice of Frank Edwards. Both ladies sat as far away from each other as possible, arms crossed, gazing in opposite directions defiantly. PA ignored them and began to hum along with the CD. A few minutes later, Ama knocked on his door.
“Come in,” he called and turned down the music.
She opened the door to let Nnamdi in and shut it behind him. He looked bewildered to see both women there. Wiping his sweaty palms on his dark pants, he walked over to PA to greet him.
“Good morning Sir!” He bowed slightly.
PA extended a hand and shook him warmly. “Nnamdi, how are you?”
“Very well, Sir!”
PA held on to his hand, grasping his right shoulder with his left hand, his gaze direct.
“So you are the ‘happening’ guy around here?”
“Sir?” Nnamdi’s eyes were wide open, protesting his innocence.
“You are dating how many women at the same time, my guy?” PA tightened his hold so he could not turn to look behind.
“I asked if these two are the only women you are dating or you have more?”
Nnamdi swallowed but refrained from replying.
“How old are you?”
“I’m 27, Sir.”
“27? Which of these ladies did you propose to?” PA asked.
“None, Sir. I did not propose to anybody.” He shook his head as he spoke as if the very idea was repulsive to him.
Becky was about to protest but PA silenced her with a glance.
“Are you sexually involved with either of them?”
He averted his gaze then. Shoulders slumped and head hanging, he began to bite his inner lip.
“You should be proud of yourself. Keeping two women of this sophistication is no mean feat. You were able to convince each of them that their bodies, hitherto the temples of the Holy Spirit, should be leased to you, ‘Mr. Big Stuff’, for your regular use and entertainment.”
With that, PA let go of his hand and motioned for him to stand to his left.
“Nnamdi, I hold you responsible for breaking these women’s hearts. They nearly came to blows today, at my leaders’ meeting, because they have lost all inhibition. This is what the bible says about sexual sin. Those who indulge in it are not wise. Even if they were, they lose any wisdom they had.”
He motioned to him to face the two women. “Apologize to them for taking advantage of their vulnerability.”
Nnamdi sighed deeply and spoke without looking up. “I am sorry.”
“I didn’t hear you,” PA snapped.
Nnamdi raised his voice. “I am sorry for taking advantage of you.”
“Becky and Nkiru, do you accept his apology?” PA asked.
They nodded, sullen, confused.
“I am removing both of you from your positions as leaders, not because you had an affair but because you disrupted my meeting. Pastor Odion will make out time to talk to each of you individually and help you sort out this mess. For now, none of you is to call Nnamdi or speak of him as your ‘man’ again. He is now under my wings and if I find out you are trying to contact him, I will not be kind. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Pastor,” they both responded simultaneously.
“You may leave.”
They both rose and left. Outside, Ama took her seat before they could push open the door and schooled her face into a passive expression.
“Is the meeting over?” she asked them sweetly.
“Yes, I am leaving,” Nkiru replied, morose.
“Take care then. Becky, goodbye.”
Becky waved but did not say a word. Ama bit back a chuckle as they left.
PA needs to get a wife. That public outburst could have been prevented if I had an ally to relay the gist to him. We could have disinvited them or something. If this Toyosi does not tick all the boxes, I need to start lining up candidates. Maybe that is what I should do.
Her phone rang. It was Ovie. She knew he would call for all the juicy details. Ama smiled as she settled in her seat to regale him. PA would be busy chewing off Nnamdi’s ear. It was his principle that the man set the pace of a relationship so she suspected PA would not buy the story that he was lured into sleeping with two older women at the same time. She guessed the young man was in for a long lecture.