It’s been 3 weeks since I got back from my trip..
I resumed work a week after. It was tedious and I barely had time for myself. One of my colleagues, Mrs Esther invited me for a program in their church. She was always trying to get me to go to her church after chief died, She felt my enemies were involved and i should pray fervently. I have told her times without number, I pray and i attend my Catholic church as I have always done.
But for Mrs Esther, it wasn’t enough. Mrs Esther was the oldest in my branch, She was calm, settled issues amongst staff, she was very kind and was no supporter of evil. If you do right, she will say it. If you are wrong, she will say it too. We all respected her, even John.
About John, he had given up on me after i lied that I don’t think i want to be with anyone ever again after chief’s death. I was still heartbroken. It was the best white lie i could find, without hurting his feelings, i apologised and told him to find someone else…. I knew he still cared for me but he understood and kept our breakup civil.
Mrs Esther had come to me on a Wednesday, telling me about this program at church and this time she won’t take no for an answer…. It was difficult for you to say no to Mrs Esther, I agreed just to get her off my back… I was already planning my excuse I will give to her on Friday.. Friday came and Mrs Esther said she will be coming to pick me up, She had been to my house before.
At exactly 10pm, She called “Oya Ada, come outside”
I wasn’t doing anything so i figured, I should just go so i can be able to turn her down the next time… I quickly wore a maxi gown, i wore leggings underneath to avoid mosquito bites, my slippers and a scarf. I grabbed some bottle water, juice and biscuits and put them in a bag. I got into her car and she drove off to church… It was a vigil service.
We got to their church, found a parking space and as we were about walking into church.
One sweet looking young man called out to her- “Good evening Mrs Esther” She turned around “ohh evening, Pastor Abinye, this is my colleague Ada”
I stretched my hand, ready to shake his… He was a beautiful man
Abinye shook my hand “Ada, welcome to our church”
I replied with a thank you and we all walked inside the church.
Service was great, quite exhilarating…. Abinye preached about forgiveness of one’s self, His voice was melodious as he would sing in between the teachings. For some reason, i felt it was wrong to think about him more than the pastor he was.
The service ended at about 5:30am and Mrs Esther dragged me to meet their Head Pastor for some prayers. There were other people waiting to see him as well. So we sat on the chairs in front.
I could see pastor Abinye chatting with other members of the congregation, he was a nice looking man… Not utterly handsome but cute in his own way. He would not be more than 5ft’10 inches. In my head, this one will have an average dick (Ada, this is a church o, that’s a pastor, Are you sure you want to thread down this road?) I looked away, making conscious effort not to look in his direction…. This mumu man started walking towards us (haa! mogbe! trouble dey sleep, yanga go wake am) “Mrs Esther, you haven’t left yet” – He said, taking a seat beside me “No, Pastor, We want to see pastor okwudili” – Mrs Esther replied.
He tapped me and said ; “I hope you enjoyed the service”….. “Yeaa it was good” – I replied….. He smiled and continued – ” I Hope this means, we will be seeing more of you”
I shook my head, signifying maybe… “I am personally inviting you to come on sunday, you will love it, I can even come and pick you up if its too far for you” – Abinye said, He was very polite and warm…. I smiled at him, he smiled back, “Ok I will let you know, Pastor” – I said while looking at him, His facial features were very defined, pointed nose, full brows, lashes like a girl’s, chiselled jaw, lips puckered like he was constantly pouting, he was beautiful… I let my thoughts slide, as i got up since it was now our turn to see the head pastor.. “Ok, I’m waiting for that reply Ada” – He said and went to join some other members
After the prayers with the Head Pastor, I and Mrs Esther left the church.
I got home tired, I quickly showered and made myself something to eat… I went straight to bed immediately afterwards sleeping for over 6 hours. By the time, I woke up, I was hungry again…. I quickly scrambled some sauce i had in the freezer and boiled some rice to go with it.. I was having the rice when my phone rang.. It was Mrs Esther “Hello Ma” – I said into the phone…. “Hello, Ada.. I hope you have rested small abi” – Mrs Esther replied… “Yes ma” – I said… She continued – Ehen, That our youth Pastor asked me to give him your number, you said, you would come to church tomorrow, I have given him o, I just say I should inform you before he calls”… “Haa, mama the mama, you have already given it to him???” – I asked, It was hard to get angry at Mrs Esther “Before Nko, He’s single, you are single… At least this one will drag you closer to God, you wey no dey like to go church” – Mrs Esther said, laughing.. “Haa mummy, so na pastor, you want me to marry, no be miracle we go chop oo?” “Pastor Abinye works for an oil firm o, He’s just a pastor on the side, no worry Ada, I’m not a child na, I saw how he was looking at you as we were walking to see pastor okwudili yesterday, he likes you” “hmmm mama wey sabi” – I hailed Mrs Esther, In as much as she was the oldest, she had always been street smart, She wasn’t judgemental and even though we all saw her as an overtly religious person, she didn’t let that hinder access to her… We said our goodbyes and hung up… It was past 8pm before Pastor Abinye called… Truecaller had shown his name… I still felt this was a bad idea. My main reason is i always see pastors as boring people and I am a zesty person.. Anyways, I was going to keep an open mind.
I let it ring twice, I was unsure of how to proceed with a PASTOR (Do i say good evening pastor, or good evening abinye, do i keep repeating yes sir, or do i stay casual) “Hello Ada, My name is Abinye Pepple” – He said, in that melodious voice… “Hello Pastor Abinye, How are you? – I asked, a bit too cheerful (it was fake but i was trying my best to not be weird….)
“So I am calling to know what time, i should come pick you up for church tomorrow, remember you promised to come” – He said, trying to guilt trip me…. “Noo, Pastor, I did not oo, I will be going to my own church tomorrow” – I replied…. “Ohh, What church do you attend?” – He asked “I’m Catholic” – I replied.
He said ok, and asked “Ok, how about i take you out for lunch or dinner after service tomorrow, Please don’t say no. It actually took me a lot of courage to ask”…. We both chuckled and I agreed to have dinner with him. We fixed it for 7pm on sunday. *************************************** By 6pm on Sunday, I showered and did my makeup, I found a green bodycon gown with ruffles at the edge. Abinye offered to come pick me up, but i insisted we meet there
This was a first date and i didn’t want anything left to chance. By 7:30, when i was satisfied, I looked very nice, I headed out to the restaurant we had agreed to meet… I arrived a few minutes before 8pm and I walked in, Abinye was already seated, if he was upset, He did a good job at not showing it. “You look very beautiful” – He said as i walked in
I replied with a Thank you and sat opposite him.
He was looking quite nice but as usual, I came to Slay.
We ordered for food, We had rice and King sized prawns and a bottle of white wine.
Abinye told me about himself, he was an Internal Auditor at a popular Oil and gas firm. He was the first of three, he had two sisters who are both married and living abroad. His father and mother lives in Port-Harcourt and he stays here in Lagos.
I told him about myself in return, excluding any details about my personal life.
He was relatively good company, albeit a bit shy… When we finished with Dinner, We talked some more over wine, Abinye liked me and wanted us to date and see where it leads.
I told him, Let’s start with being friends.. He agreed, anything to keep us talking… The dinner ended at about 10:30pm, We hugged, said our goodbyes and I drove home….
It was Monday morning, I woke up to a text from Abinye “Good morning Beautiful, I hope you had a great night, Have a great day at work today”
I didn’t reply it, i quickly showered and headed to work.
When i got in, I went to meet Mrs Esther and told her all about my date with Abinye… She was ecstatic, spurring me to continue… I laughed as I went back to my desk.
At about 2pm, one of the security men notified me that i had a delivery. (but i didn’t order for anything)
I went to the security Post and there was a dispatch rider holding a big bouquet of flowers and a note.
#inmyhead these are very nice, I didn’t even know at first that it was for me
The security man pointed at me and the dispatch rider handed me the bouquet and a note. He brought out his log book and i signed.
The flowers were from Abinye. The note reads: “Why are you so beautiful?
Why do you take my breath away?
How did I get so lucky?
How are you perfect in every single way?
Your lips so soft and red,
the thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.
It’s that look in your eye.
It’s the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,
Your beauty so bright and warm,
shinning through the darkest storm”. “Abinye”
I smiled, This man was coming on strong, coming on too strong Infact. He was definitely not listening when i said I wanted us to start out as friends.. I was not in for gossiping, so i left the flowers with the security and went to get my car keys, I dropped the flowers and the card in my car and I dialled Abinye while sitting in my car.
On the first ring he picked up “I take it, you got my gift” – He said…. “Yea I did, they are beautiful” – I replied… “Did you get my text this morning, I sent one when i woke up at 4″ – He asked ” Yeaa, but I was rushing to work and since I got here, I’ve been quite busy” – I replied…. There was a few brief minutes of silence and then he spoke “I really like you Ada, meeting and talking with you yesterday was exactly how i pictured in my head that you’d be…. Even way better than i imagined…..
Abinye, I told you, I want us to be friends at least for now, I just met you and I am not sure I want to date anyone at the moment” – I said…
“Ada, I understand, but i want to constantly remind you, that I want us to be serious, I have a lot of friends, I don’t want another one. You are my kind of woman, give us a chance” – Abinye said…
“I will think about it” – I said and hung up.
************** Its been 6 weeks since our first date, Pastor Abinye Pepple showered me with every type of gift known to a woman, he would send gifts and lunch to my office, more gifts to my house, airtime i didn’t need, Called me and texted constantly , pick me up from work, take me out on dates. He immersed himself into my everyday life.. Slowly, I got used to him, I subconsciously started to arrange my life to fit him in. He was a nice chap and spared no expense in showing me that he wanted us to be together.
One Friday after work, we had agreed to attend a colleagues birthday party together; he was at my place; watching television and waiting for me to get ready when it started raining heavily. I joined him in the living room waiting for the rain to die down, It didn’t seem smart to drive in such a heavy downpour.
While we waited, i poured us some wine so we could drink, just half a glass each.
We sipped on it and made small talk, our backs resting on the sofa, as the rain pattered on the roof… Abinye extended his hands, putting them behind me, I snuggled up to him, my feet was cold, I raised my legs and folded it into the space in the sofa.
It was only a matter of minutes before he started kissing me, slowly at first, He wanted me, the way he kissed me showed it, I would occasionally stop and rub on his chest, trying to calm him down, but he was ferocious… He had been waiting for this for a long time.
Abinye raised up my dress, slide a condom on his dick and rammed into me, His dick was roughly 6inches but very fat. I screamed, I wasn’t expecting him to be that good… Neither of us was naked, he continued to thrust in and out of my pussy.. Every thrust feeling more or less like a sweet jab…
I would gasp for air, everytime he went in, my wet pussy enveloping his fat dick… Ohh, ohhh, he was savage, pounding me like we had been doing this for a long time, like he was punishing me….. ohh gawddd, pleaseee… Pleaseee, I’ll do anything you want, I begged… He didn’t listen, he kept pounding, non stop. In, out, in, out… The fat dick filling every inch of my hole… I loved it…. He wasn’t as boring as i thought… He knelt down on the sofa, held both my legs up with one hand and went back in…. Ohhhb sheeeeet!! Fuck, fuck, gasping, begging, moaning… He kept fucking savagely… I couldn’t wait for him to cum… My pussy was on fire!! Fuccckkk!!! I got up and ran towards the door, grabbing my pussy,
I could hear the thunder rumbling as the rain poured down some more… “Do you want to kill me, why are you pounding me like that?” – I asked “Sorry, Sorry… Was i too rough?” – Abinye said, making his way towards me… I retreated, he came closer and held me, sniffing my hair….. “Its just that you are so beautiful, I want to satisfy you” – He said, raising my face up and kissing me, I kissed him back, I was cold, I loved the warmth he provided.. There are no words to describe Getting fucked while it rains… Abinye kissed me gently, steering me towards the sofa, he put me down on the sofa, turning me around so i back him
I was now kneeling on the sofa, he raised my gown up and stuffed his dick inside me, I couldn’t breathe, I moaned, a bit for pleasure x a bit for the fullness… My pussy gripped every inch of his dick as he thrusts in and out of me… He put his hand on my back forcing me to bend over, i obeyed, raising my ass up so he could see how his dick went in and out of my pussy… He moaned and fucked me faster…. Exploding inside me… When he took out his dick… It felt like a big weight had left me.
He removed the condom and went to wash himself… I just crashed right there on the sofa, my knees too weak to move
I must have dozed off, I woke up im Abinye’s arms, he was carrying me into the bedroom…. I asked that he dropped me, i needed to shower, my body felt icky. I went straight into the bathroom and drowned myself in the warm water, I was feeling a bit better.
I started to remember the first day, I met Abinye and how i under rated him, Today, this nigga almost killed me… Like to tell you how bad he was, he had a condom in his wallet pending when we come back from the birthday party, that’s if we had gone… I giggled, half amazed by this friendly fucking beast in my bedroom…. I decided i was going to pay him in his own coin…. I got out of the shower and he went in after me… While he was bathing, i gathered my scented massage oils, brought my mini speakers (Put on Sativa by jhene aiko) and applied some perfume oils on my skin. I put off all the lights except the small reading light on my bedside table.. I sat at the edge of the bed waiting for him to come out… He walked out after bathing wearing his jeans and his top, holding the jacket in his hand… “Why is everywhere dark” – He asked “Shut up and take off all your clothes” – I said
He looked at me, I wasn’t smiling… He obeyed, first dropping the jacket on the floor, then he removed the trousers, then his top.
He was stark naked. His hand covering his dick…. “Take your hands away, I want to see it” – i was his domina and i was going to make him do my every bidding
He removed his hand and i walked towards him naked, my boobs bouncing as i move, i catwalked, cris crossing my hips, rubbing my hands on my boobs, i stood in front of him on my tippy toes and whispered in his ears “Do you want me?”….. I nibbled on his ear lobes, kissing it… He shrieked…. Then i walked round him, my hands drawing insane lines across his chest, arms and back… He wanted to grab me “ohhhhh, but not yet my darling” – I whispered…. I turned around and walked to the bed, making sure he watched my ass as it jiggled while i walk. I sat down on the bed and said “come to me”
Abinye walked towards me, i got up and kissed him asking him to lay on the bed… He did, his stomach touching the bed and I decreased the temperature of the air conditioning so the room is cooler and I switched off the reading light… The room was totally dark now… Just my body on his, the music and the scents mixed with the cold air… I grabbed the scented oil and poured it in a straight line on his back and then proceeded to use my hands to massage every part of his back, as i massaged him… I would use my hard nipples to draw lines on his back (I call this, the boob massage, use only your nipples to draw scattered lines all over his back and end by pressing your soft boobs into his skin)… He moaned, clenching his fists, i didn’t stop… #Inmyhead – You are in my house, you fucking man, I’m gon teach you never to disrespect the owner of the house… When I’m in your house, you can show whatever skills you want…. I poured some oil on his ass, massaging both cheeks, he moaned, my hands were bringing pleasure and comfort from the cold air in the room.
I massaged him for about 20 minutes more and then turned him around, i went to his feet, taking one finger after the other in my mouth, licking it while he whinged… I licked his legs, kissing both and rubbing my nipples on each one as i made my way up. I grabbed my edible massage oil and poured it all over his torso, i rubbed his chest gently, Abinye was getting wild, his body tingled, he wanted to fuck me….. I didn’t let him
I poured more oil on his dick, rubbing it and massaging it, putting it in between my boobs… I went back down, kissed his legs, slowly moving up, kissing his thighs, making slow sucking sounds, letting my tongue leave traces of me everywhere on his body… When i got to his dick, i kissed it and continued my way up, rolling my tongue all around his torso, then I grabbed his nipples and sucked on it, abinye gasped…. I could see, that was his spot so i sucked it very well, alternating between both nipples, licking it like my life depended on it.. He held my head down, moaning like a bitch…
I had him exactly where i wanted him, i grabbed his dick, and put it in my mouth, i sucked it slowly, then i went all in, opening my mouth to take all of it, I sucked for about 10 minutes, alternating between licking and sucking…. I held his dick and licked his balls, it was sloppy and smelled nice, the edible oil was turning me on… I opened his legs wide and laid in the middle, stroking his dick, while i licked his balls occasionally letting my tongue flick his ass… He wanted to die of pleasure … That part between a man’s balls and his ass is called a P-Spot… Licking it can actually bring immense satisfaction to a man and no it does not make him gay if he likes it… I licked from his ass, to balls to dick… Sloppy as fuck, the whole bed was messy, As i licked his balls, Abinye started stroking his dick… I was at it for over 30 minutes and I could see he was going to cum soon… Then i got up and I sat astride on of his legs, my pussy wetness touching his thighs and I was grinding on his thigh, I put his hand in my mouth sucking 2 of his fingers, my tongue fucking in between both fingers. He was moaning… “” aahhhh, oohhhh, fucckkk, God, ohh fuck, fuckk… Yeaaaaa, Adaaaa, Ohhh fuckkkk”
I got back down, sucking the hand, he was using to stroke his dick, and then wagging my tongue all over his balls, spitting on it as i did
He was going to cum now… I could see it “come on my face daddy, come on my fucking face” ” – I said.
The pleasure was immense, he couldn’t see me, he could only feel my tongue all over him… I heard him curse as he splattered cum all over my face…
I could hear the thunder rumble again
I got up and went to shower and brush my teeth to prepare for bed… Abinye laid on the bed, knackered… I had licked every inch of him and he was relishing it… I smiled to myself in the mirror, I knew exactly what I did to him.. I got into the shower, turned the knob and washed the cum off my face, i squeezed some soap into my hand, rubbing my skin until a rich lather formed.. I was lost in thought… All these pastor bullshit, we hear… Look at Abinye, many of his congregation look up to him as a demi god, but here he was, sprawled out on my bed.
How many people has he told not to have premarital sex?? I laughed at how mediocre my thought about pastors were.
I finished bathing and went into my room, it was very cold and Abinye was already fast asleep.
I woke him up to go shower and i quickly used that opportunity to change the sheets.
I fell asleep before he was done with his shower ******************* The next morning, I woke up, My boss called, I had to come to work, So i prepared to go.
Abinye woke up when i was fully dressed “Good morning” – I said “Morning babe, Are you going to work today?” – He asked….. “Yes I am, I’m leaving any moment now, i think you should shower now” – I said, walking away, to go to the living room… I poured myself a glass of juice, and took it all in one big gulp!
I came back to the room and Abinye was still sitting at the edge of the bed… “I am going to be late to work, Why haven’t you showered or you want to do it when you get back home” – I said “ahn ahn babe, do you want to leave me like this?” – He said, pointing to his erect dick
(wait, is this guy serious right now??)
He was making his way towards me now, I was getting irritated and upset… “You do know, I have a job to get to right??” – I asked, obviously pissed
He held me , trying to kiss me… “I won’t take too long” pushing his dick towards me and moving me towards the bed, I got upset and shouted at him… “Will you dress up, I have a life outside our sex, just dress up, I leave in 5 minutes”
He stopped, he was pouting as he dressed up, i didn’t care… Sex doesn’t put food on my table.
I got to work and dived right into it… I didn’t even give half a thought to Abinye.
Not like the sex was extraordinarily superb or anything like that.. Work went on for about 4 hours and by the time, we were done.
John requested i drop him off at his mechanic’s auto service centre, his car was been fixed. On our way to the service centre, Abinye kept calling me, over 8 missed calls, I didn’t pick up, i was still a bit put off from this morning.. “Won’t you answer that?” – John asked… “Naa, I don’t have what they want to ask me yet, when i do, will call them back” – I lied
I put my phone on silent but he kept calling, I was struggling to keep my anger in check as i discussed with john. I just flung my phone to the back seat so it can ring there Continuously….. When we got to the service center, I just chilled with John in the car, we were gisting about various things, we always used to have good conversations, we could talk about everything and nothing… John was making me laugh and i was just enjoying my day…. Time flew by as we talked and soon his car was ready “Oya madam, I dey go watch football, abi you go follow come, don’t worry this is not a date, my friends are also there already”. – John Said… I smiled “Ok, no problem, I will drive behind you”
I wasn’t going to do anything at home, so I went with John to watch football… By the time, it ended and i was driving to go back home, I had 52 missed calls from Abinye, 15 whatsapp messages and a 10 text messages
Seriously WTF?? is this???
When I got home, i took my time to read all his messages, at first he was sorry, then he got angry, then moved to accuse me of sleeping around, then moved to accuse me of cheating, then onto asking me why I take his love for granted… Dude, its not even up to 2 months we met!! I love a vulnerable man, I love a man who’s upfront with his feelings, What i hate is an angry, bitter person with trust issues and abinye was the latter…. I didn’t know what to respond. Is it a good idea to call him or not?
I decided to call… The line rang twice and he picked
He was silent, waiting for me to speak first.. “Hello, I know you are there” – I said, starting the conversation
I continued – “I saw all your messages and I am a bit lost… Where is all this coming from?”…. ” ” Where were you and don’t say, you went to work because you and I both know you didn’t go to work”…. I had it in mind, to just end the call…I hate drama and i dont waste time arguing over irrelevant things. But as a woman, i felt, it takes a certain amount of care (it may seem crazy), to call someone that much… It shows they have only you in their line of sight…. He was in love and instead of sliming mud on his feelings, i should be courteous enough to calm his fears.. I didn’t love him, not yet.. And i usually fall in love quickly, i might kill the feeling later on but it comes quickly…. I had been in his exact position before, overtly needy and always craving the attention of my ex partner…. That ex was the one heartbreak i suffered from, before i said NOT AGAIN “Abinye, this morning, you upset me.. I take my job seriously and you were joking around with it this morning. That really upset me. I am sorry for not picking up your calls, i was still upset. – I said
He just said ok and ended the call.
I sent him a text, apologising, basically doing what i expected from my ex back then… He didn’t get better, he got worse….
Its been 3 weeks since Abinye’s outburst, It was obvious he was a very insecure man. He would lash out, I would pamper him, afraid of hurting his feelings, he would always throw the “Is it because i love you” card & that calmed my harsh reactions.
I knew this was toxic behaviour, but I let it go on, enjoying fat dick & plenty gift (both of which i didn’t use to lack)
Abinye would fuck me everywhere he could find, I was like a new found toy, he couldn’t get enough of, He would come to my house unannounced & fuck me. On one occasion, I had just gotten back home, Still fully dressed with my heels on & he wanted to have sex. I was tired of fucking him, so I asked that he watch me touch myself & he could wank to that.
I put on some music & slowly took off all my clothes, feeling the tenderness of my skin, just my bra and panties left, I unhooked my bra, letting each strap fall off my hands as the bra dropped to the floor.
I put my finger in my mouth and moist my pussy, rubbing my clit through my panties while my other finger played with my nipples.
I went to lie on the bed, spreading my legs wide open, heels still strapped to my legs. I shifted my panties to one side, applying more squeeze to my pussy.
He was moaning, stroking his dick as he watched me. His hips moving to the rhythm of each stroke.
I would dip my hands in my warm mouth & insert it deep in my pussy, moaning ecstatically like he was the one inside of me. I could see him taking quick breaths, struggling not to grab me & fuck me.
I dropped one leg, and had only one in the air, twisting my waist like an original Tanzanian baikoko dancer… My waist chain & anklet adding more melody to the cadence of my steps.
I stopped, raised my ass up and took my panties off fully. I used both hands to open & close my vulva, the pinkness of my sweetness on full display.
I stopped and turned around, my ass bared to him, inserting my finger in & out of pussy & smacking my ass as i played with my clit.
He put on a condom, while I was bent over, came & held me down on the bed & fucked me silly.He smacked my ass as he neared climax, quavering as he offloaded every bit of cum before falling to the bed to rest.
At that moment, I said….. NO MORE… I was done with this pity party, tired of the fucking guilt leash… Yes, i love to be under the control of a man but not with a leash… Naaa, leashes are for dogs… I was going to dump Abinye and not look back this time around… No more falling for that bullshit, i love you more rubbish.
I let him fall asleep, My breakup can happen in the morning. ******************************** At 5am in the morning, I was awake, restless… I felt out of place, why does being with this guy feel very off, why do i feel compelled to sleep with him or even do anything to please him, even when its obvious the attraction was dead.
This has gone on for way too long and it needs to end, I was loosing myself.
I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of juice and one shot of hennessy, ok actually five shots.
I sipped my mixture, thinking of how to ensure he doesn’t show up at my work or home anymore. “Good Morning babe” – Abinye said, breaking my thoughts. He was awake. “Morning” – I responded, non-challantly… “What are you making for me this morning?” – He asked… I stopped in my tracks, blood rushing to my head; this narcissistic fuck!! Do i fucking look like his wife?? Gentlemen please note, once we are irritated by your presence, even doing little things such as making breakfast pisses us the hell off!! I turned around, smiled and said “I’m actually going to the gym soon”
I walked away, heading to my bedroom before he could explain.
I got fully dressed and ensured he left before me, then I gave my gateman strict instructions not to let him back in.
I brokeup with him via text and then blocked him everywhere so he couldn’t reach ever again…. I was glad, it was over… But was it? ….
Its been a month since I blocked Abinye everywhere, He had not contacted or tried to contact me, I contemplated that he had moved on as my text suggested. I didn’t see the need to inform Mrs Esther… Eventually, she would know, right?
This particular day, it was a good day at work, finished all my assignments, a colleague of mine, whose birthday it was, shared cake to everyone… Work was seemless, you know, typical good day, typical good fucking day.
I had closed from work heading home… Listening to my favourite Andrea bocelli song.. Just as I entered my street, i noticed my front left tyre had burst… Ohh nooo, God!! My house was still way down the street, I grabbed my phone and called Musa to meet me at the place i was, he would help get me someone to fix the car. while I was talking to him, there was a girl walking towards me, I was still standing close to the car as i made the call…. She walked past, I didn’t see her circle back… I felt this warm oily liquid trickle down the side of my face, neck.. She ran away, very fast, it was almost as if she disappeared… “Musa, run come junction now, I’m under attack” – I screamed into the phone
I opened the car door, ran inside, started the ignition, increased the brightness of my headlights and locked all the doors. I rolled over to the back seat, took off my jacket and laid down on the floors, my eyes roving like an eagle.
I was startled by the ringing of my phone: Jeezz!! Fuckk!! Did i forget to put this phone on silent?? It was a hidden number, I picked up…. “Hello, Hello” – I whispered…….. “Next time, It will be acid”…… The person said
I know that voice…. It was Abinye…
“Aunty, aunty” – – –
It was musa my gateman, with a bunch of other security men from other houses on my street. I opened the door and I got down from the car “Aunty, where dem pass?”…
” dem take your phone?”….
“you see their face well?”…..
Questions flying from everyone, flashlights blinding my already half-blind eyes, The liquid on my skin was some sort of oil; Perhaps olive oil. How poetic was this psychopath trying to be?
Isn’t Olive Oil used to bless people in church?? He was trying to scare me, bully me.
The security on my street called the police & when they arrived, I told them everything. They promised to invite him to the station tomorrow & they collected my details & left… One of the security men who came out with musa, helped change the tyre and i drove home.. Feelings of fear, turned to anger, then disgust at my own skin, wondering why i let myself sleep with such a needy, clingy animal… My lips trembled as i spake… The words incoherent as it rolled out of my mouth.
I could hear my heart hitting hard against my rib cage, I was afraid… I was really afraid. I have met narcissists who wanted to own me but nothing like this… I got home, parked the car & walked to my room, Musa’s wife wanted to come in to help; I stopped her, I wanted to be alone. “Aunty no worry, this night, me no go sleep, I dey for outside your door… Banshege, Walahi, I go kill am for anybody wey come near you”- Musa said.
Musa was my closest companion, I have lived with him, his wife & children for a long time.
I entered my house, locking the door behind me, I went straight to my bedroom, took off my clothes, True, it was olive oil or vegetable oil heated and poured on me.
I called Mrs Esther…. She was shocked.. She kept asking me “Are you sure it was pastor Abinye”. I didn’t know how to answer that question, Why would I lie about such a thing in the first place… I knew I was in for a “he said, She said” situation. This bastard knew no one would believe me over him and he was ready to use that against me.
I went into the bathroom, turned on the knob and sank into the floor.
For the first time in a very long time, I felt so alone.
I don’t remember falling asleep, one minute i left the shower, the other, i was draining liquor straight out of the bottle
I woke up, silently screaming, drenched in sweat. It was 3:51am
I must have been dreaming, I got up, more like rolled over.I helped myself to some water & ended up drinking two bottles I picked up my phone & sent a text to john & an email stating that I had been attacked on my way home by hoodlums & I was currently feeling ill, I considered it wise not to include my personal drama with Abinye,Then i went back to sleep, ****
Ring ring, ring ring…
I was woken up by the sound of my phone ringing, They had invited Abinye, he was in their station and they wanted me to come down. I had 4 missed calls already & 3 was from John. The time was 11:14am.
I quickly showered, placed a call to my lawyer & asked him to meet me at the station, I dressed up. Time was 11:52am when I left the house
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I got to the police station, It seemed like Abinye had brought his entire church, I smiled inwardly, this fucking bastard was trying to put on a show.
We went into the IPO office, there was 4 of us only; Me, my Lawyer, Abinye & his Head Pastor, Pastor Okwudili. I stated my case & Abinye denied everything. He said, he was trying to help me, draw me nearer to God, he claimed to love me and wanted to marry me but because I was so used to worldly sins, I broke up with him just because he kept disturbing me to go to church. When asked, where he was yesterday, he said he was at the head pastor’s house & pastor okwudili corroborated his story. He was such a good actor, I almost doubted myself.
But i know what i heard, I’ve heard that same voice moaning on top of me so many times over the past couple of months.
Abinye thanked the police officers, there was no proof, his call records didn’t show that he called me, he was nowhere near my vicinity and he had not called me or contacted me since I broke up with him
He painted me in such a light that the police thought I was mad at him for not calling to beg me after i broke up with him and I was doing this as revenge.
I was in the lion’s den, It was left to me to either play lamb or play Cheetah.
Pastor Okwudili requested that they leave since they had answered all the police questions and they had come willingly… The police had no other choice but to oblige. They however told him they might need Abinye if anything comes up… I was in the lion’s den, it was up to me to decide whether to play lamb or play cheetah.
I was no lamb…. ×************************
They left and I got up and thanked the police officers in the room and i left with my lawyer.. As we were about entering the car, the IPO in charge of my case called out to me. “madam, madam” – he clamoured I turned around, facing him
He walked up to us and requested we speak in the car.
I obliged and all three of us sat in my car “Madam, first I want to apologise to you, I know you might be feeling down today after what happened, like nobody believes you. I want to tell you that i do.. I know that pastor Abinye very well, we went to the same University, he was 2 years ahead of me, which is why he doesn’t know me. He was a popular cultist, he would rape, beat and maim any one who gets in his way. When I saw the name on my desk, it looked familiar but the pastor attached to it is what confused me. I doubt someone like that can change, much less become a pastor. His ex girlfriend in school was in my class, he had some boys beat her up so bad, broke her spine when she tried to call their relationship off. Till today, Tinu still uses wheelchair to move around. Be careful madam” – He said… I brought out some money from my bag and gave it to him… I knew now, what I must do….
When I got home, I waited till on sunday and I went to Abinye’s church making sure I sat on the front row.. I wanted him to know I was there, to be uncomfortable as he preached about fornication and lies.. What a clown! My revenge ball was already rolling… I found Abinye’s ex via Facebook and I sent her a message detailing what had happened to me, Tinu was permanently disabled and needed help to use the rest room and most times to eat. Her life was a complete mess but she was very open to meeting. She and her family lived somewhere in shomolu so I went there to look for her. She had pictures of them together, printed text messages of him threatening to kill her, which Abinye boiled down to couple squabble.
Her Life had basically been ruined by his uncontrollable outbursts of angry.. I attended Abinye’s Church, every Sunday for 4 months and everytime I made sure I got there early and sit in a conspicuous position.
I wanted him to know, I never back down from a fight (This is SPARTA!!!) 🤨. He didn’t know what I was up to and he kept a far distance from me, but I watched, like a crocodile does before it grabs its prey.. Watching and holding my breath.. I figured, a man with a history of violence like this must definitely leave a long trail of angry women, my job was to find them.
The first person I found was Esther, she was a member of the choir, I would stare at every woman’s face, as he preached, its very difficult to hide disgust… Pain, anger, sadness are easy emotions to hide, but disgust, that is not an emotion you can hide.
I would see her make faces, sigh continously, roll her eyes as he stood on the pulpit. After church during my second month of attending, I saw her walking home and offered to drop her, she smiled and entered my car.. I started our conversation with my regular dose of dry jokes, then I shared some relationship advice and then told her of a friend who was dating a pastor and because she said no to him, he beat her up so bad…
That got her to open up, She rolled her eyes and told me of her own “friend” who dated a pastor for 3 years and after several abortions, When she found he was dating 3 other women and confronted him, he broke up with her and he’s now dating her friend who works in the same place as she does… I acted surprised… Woah!!! That pastor should be made to pay, imagine if all the women he has done this to, speak up, He will be disgraced.
She nodded her head in acceptance, but it was obvious she didn’t think anyone would believe and having to relive it brought her pain “Hey, do you want to know a secret” I said, breaking her thoughts, as we approached the bend that will lead to her house. “I’m the same person who was dating the pastor who beat me up so bad” – I said
You could see the surprise registered on her face, she was looking at me, searching my skin for some proof… “It was Pastor Abinye” – I said. She sighed.. Why did you sigh, I asked…. I was going to drop her off soon and i needed her to confirm what i guessed.
She looked at me “Aunty, I am my friend too, that rubbish pastor was dating about 4 of us in the church at the same time, i would get pregnant, he would say I should abort, i did 6 abortions for him.. After i did the last abortion, he stopped talking to me and he’s now dating another girl in the choir. I know they are dating, even though they pretend not to be… She cried as she spoke, I felt sorry for her.
We exchanged numbers before i left. *************************** After that day, Esther worked with me and we found over 16 women, Abinye had slept with and threatened with one form of violence or the other.
We put our plan in motion.
Fuck you Abinye!!
It was pastor’s day celebration in Abinye’s Church.
Priscillia had given her brother our revenge plan, he was in charge of the control room where speakers, equalisers & projectors were kept. Priscillia was beaten severely by pastor Abinye when he saw her talking to the drummer, she was 22 and he flogged her mercilessly because he suspected she was cheating
We were going to ensure that Abinye never preaches in any church ever again..
Pastor Okwudili was on the pulpit preaching about tithing and whatnot, I wasn’t paying attention. Today has to go well, the press was here to cover this church event, what better time can there be?
“Praise the Lord!! The Lord is good…. All the time?…..Brothers and sisters, welcome to the house of the lord… Just as…. Abinye was cut short… Moaning sounds erupted from the speakers. On the screen, Everyone could see abinye fully naked with three women on the bed, He smacked their asses, asking them to shake it as he smoked his weed.. Geraldine was the one who set it up. She invited him to a hotel to meet her horny friends.. All 3 women, paid already, naked.
The congregation gasped, reporters clamoring to get a good perspective, ushers running to the control room which was already locked by Priscillia’s brother. I could see the satisfaction on Esther’s face, all the women affected looked relieved.
I had wanted us to do a video stating what he did to us, but i figured, it will still end up with a case of she said, he said; making most of these women relive their ordeals over and over again… It took me 5 months but i got my pound of flesh!! It was better to show the congregation that their holy Pastor really wasn’t a holy pastor. Let me see you lie your way out of smoking weed and fucking 3 women at the same time..
Some members of the church got up and started leaving, I joined the crowd. When i got to my car, I switched sims and dialled Abinye’s number, he didn’t pick up. I kept dialling until he eventually did, he sounded like he was in the restroom..
“Hello” – Abinye’s not so melodious voice said…
“Next time, It will be on CNN” – I said and hung up….. I removed the sim and threw it away, then I drove home
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