UPL Stories

Story: The Man I Married episode 7


Episode 7
‘Bro David please can we talk?’ I asked my
husband. I still call him Bro David because he’s not
different from that gimgim brother I met in church.
‘Talk about what? Can’t you see I am busy? I have
a 3 day prayer conference to attend by the weekend
and I am one of the guest speakers. A lot of people
will be coming from different states and different
denominations, I need to wait on God to be able to
deliver,’ he said.
‘Is that why you have not been eating for the past
three days? When last did we make love as
husband and wife in this house? If you are not
praying you are meditating. I thought the Bible
says husband and wife must have mutual
agreement before embarking on a fast? Is this how
to be married? Why do you allow me to waste food
everyday when you know you are fasting? Isn’t it
right to pre-inoform me so I don’t have to stress
myself daily? Sometimes you leave me alone for a
whole week in this house for one special program
or the other. How long are we going to continue
like this?’
‘Sis, Folake, you are carnally minded, you are weak
in the spirit and you need spiritual rejuvenation.
Two cannot walk together except they be agreed. I
have trained myself just to eat to survive and not
to be filled. Sex is not food and it has a way of
weakening one spiritually. It will be unfair if I sleep
with my wife every night while men are dying.
Didn’t you read that Uriah did not go to sleep with
his wife when he brought message from the battle
field for King David in the Bible? It is wrong to be
having fun and pleasure while men are at the war
‘This is five months now I have not missed my
period and my husband is jumping here and there
thinking he’s working for God while he’s failing in
his primary assignment at home. Woe unto him
who cannot rule his household well.’ ‘Did you just
say woe?’ Bro David asked with aggressiveness on
his face. ‘So it has now come to this, raining
curses on me and saying what the Bible did not
say? I thought I married a spiritual vibrant sister, I
didn’t know you are this lukewarm. I will not stand
here and allow you rub your lukewarmness on me.’
He picked his Bible and went inside the bedroom.
An hour later my husband was dressed up with his
Bible on his armpit heading towards the door.
‘Where do you think you are going?’ I protested.
‘You won’t go out and leave me here all alone
today. Today is Saturday and this is the only day
we both have together as husband and wife. I took
the house key from the room divider and quickly
locked the door and put the key inside my bra.
Come and go let me see!’ ‘Sis Folake go and open
that door, I can’t afford to be late for the
preparatory prayer meeting as the prayer leader,
please open the door. You have an assistant, let
him be in charge today.’ I said. ‘They know you are
married now and shouldn’t expect you to be
available like you are still single.’
He moved closer to me and forced his hand on my
bra trying to remove the key to the door. I
struggled with him for like two minutes until he
overpowered me and forcefully removed the key and
left my bra string slacked. While I was trying to
adjust the second string of my bra I noticed some
pains on my left breast. I put in my hand to check,
it was a cut from the key holder’s pin. When I
brought out my hand it was soaked with blood. I
quickly screamed and lifted my hand filled with
blood so he can see it before he leaves but he left
without minding me.
‘I followed him to the gate, God will not answer
your prayers, I said to him and turned back to the
house.’ He responded quickly, ‘madam, you are not
God and you can’t decide which of my prayers will
be answered or not.’ I went in and cleaned up the
blood stain on my chest. I sat at the couch and
wept. Today I remembered Kenny. Kenny would
never have treated me this way. He may not be
spiritual like David but he’s born again. I
questioned God in my pain. Why did you take away
Kenny from me? Why did you replace him with this
type of man? God you are not fair to me.
Immediately I remembered it’s not right to
challenge God that way so I quickly asked for his
mercy. ‘I am sorry Lord.


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