Short Story: Beloved In Christ (Part Three)
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In the early days when I came home, I was looking very pale. I got better after seven days. That was when I had terminated the third pregnancy, which I still did not know whether it was for Sir Nimo or Appiah. I still go out with Nimo since he is not married; he is young, handsome and romantic. He calls me anytime he wants to “bamba”.
As my admission letter dropped from the University I so wanted to attend, to pursue medicine, I remember telling my mother that I have lost interest in the medical field. That is why I had to sit down one year so that I could apply for another program and have my way through university successfully. I am good student though; medicine is just not my thing. Because my mind is so occupied now, even though when I sit up I could get the grades
Nonetheless, for my mother’s hesitance, I left to the kitchen and I did not disclose anything to her — that I was a naughty girl. Thusly, the reason of my seeking for repentance was that I had done several abortions and slept with many men. And that I like sex. “Cucumber” and I are inextricable.
I could see that my mother’s mood has changed. She cannot wait for me to walk shoulder to shoulder with her to church. Their church, however, is a baby one. It is only five years old. It was founded by Pastor Ntim, who I have come to know that his Orthodox Church stripped him off his membership. He had come under a severe vituperation for what some elders of their church described as nothing but a display of pure magic, deception, and contemptuous acts in the sacred House of God.
Pastor Ntim, they alleged, “has all of a sudden started performing miracles. We were here when Ntim came as a young boy to learn how to open the Bible. He did not know Genesis and Revelation. We worship God more than he does. Now he could cure the leper, heal the blind and retarded mind. Our young women in the church worship him. Through his prayers most of them claimed they have gotten husbands.” Hence, those enraged elders put a complaint to the High Priest. And that warranted his sacking from the church.
The sacking did not deter Pastor Ntim. At 39, and being the most learned youth, with much exuberance and following from his ex-church, he was able to start renting a space for his own church services after he was debarred from attending the church. Majority of the members of his church are women who have given up in life and so they are seeking for a divine breakthrough. There are a number of youths too. The politicians are also part. If a politician wants to win an election and Pastor Ntim lays his hands on him, it is believed that he is already in a comfortable lead. Those who know these, know.
Strongly within me, I would still want to go to my father’s church; they still instil discipline like the rest of the Orthodox churches. Reminiscing my days in class one, anytime I missed a Church service the whole Sunday school team would come to our house and ask why I could not come. This was the norm, until I had to leave the church after I had gained admission to pursue General Science at Okpoglo Senior High. I so wanted a church whose teachings would commensurate with this moral standing.
In order not to cause my mother any further trouble, I succumbed to worship in her newly found church, Final Stage Ministries. On this note, Maa Christy revealed Mr. Awoka’s last words to her: “you and your duaghter, I would see how you would make it in life without me . . .,” which my mother said she replied tartly: “It is God who provides, not irresponsible men.” I began hating him — my own father.
TO BE CONTINUED…
By Abdul Rahman Odoi
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NB: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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