Oh My Husband

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

HOMELESS

Away from my packed bags, I picked up my purse and there was a note from my monster husband which reads;

I don’t want to ever set my eyes on you. I am changing church so don’t bother to invite the Pastor . I have changed the locks at the house so don’t bother to come home. If I see you anywhere close to me, I’m calling the police.

Just as I was finished with the reading of his useless note, I started crying, where the waters were coming from, I don’t know.

Why am I crying? I don’t know.

I don’t have a clue. Tears were just falling as if I have a broken pipe in my head.

One short nurse came in at this time and saw me crying, she should have just left me at my silent pity party, but I believe she felt she had psychiatric prowess and some powerful words of consolation. But she never knew she was dealing with a broken tap awaiting explosion.

As soon as she started talking gentle nonsense, I burst into wailing. The more she spoke, the more I cried, the more confused I was. I was feeling sorry for the nurse. Whatever self-confidence she had in distress consolation must have been shattered because she got confused and left me alone. As soon as she left, I was back to my silent pity party.

I don’t know how many hours I spent staring into space. The short nurse must have told all the other nurses to stay clear, I can see them casting funny glances at my room from the glass partition on the door. But none dared to venture into the wailing fortress.

I picked up my purse and saw Pastor’s note. It reads;

Sister Joy, it will get tougher for a while but your God is not a quitter, JESUS didn’t give up on the way to the cross, don’t give up, but look up and pray.

Hmmmm. I sighed. I picked up my phone and dialed Pastor’s number. I wanted him to pay me a visit in the hospital.

As soon as Pastor picked the phone, I shouted Pastor!!!, my own has finished, I am broken and discarded, I am in the hospital down the church street…

I cut the call and rearranged myself on the bed, I needed to look very pitiful so that Pastor and his wife can take me to their house.

I had planned what I will say when they arrive, you know how easy it is to write word of advices from afar. Come and see me and know that quitting is smart in this situation. I am not Jesus, I’m ex Mrs. Momoh, I am now officially an ex-wife, I can see myself becoming like my aunty. Bitter, nasty, homeless woman. And Childless, ahhh childlessness oooo. Another round of crying

In less than five minutes Pastor and his wife entered my room, Pastor stood at the door, staring at my packed luggage, while the wife came to hug me on the bed.

The show of warmth and love just blocked my vocal chords from saying all my rehearsed speeches. Rather I burst into another round of wailing…..

Pastor being uncomfortable with my cries went to see the doctor while mummy started praying for me.

Same disappointing prayers. Honestly the prayers dried my tears.

Father, give your daughter strength, give her wisdom to win her home back, help her to take her place back.

Jesus, she will live long with her husband.

Things are getting out of hands, I need to make them understand, I am not going to that monster again, no one should preach submission to me at this time. I am officially homeless..

Drastic situation they say requires drastic measures. It’s time I take my own destiny into my hands. So I decided it’s time to do the shift let me faint.

I stood up, pointed to my bags, told mummy that my husband packed it out himself, the plan was to move away from the table and bed so that I can act out my fainting in peace without hitting my head on any item.

Just as I got to the bags to faint on my bags, so that Pastor’s wife can see that “my own don finish”.

The door burst open and there was my Pastor coming in with the doc…. oh no, I must be hallucinating again, now my nightmare had crossed over from dreams to real life, I pinched myself through my clothes, ahhh I’m sure my village people are now using mtn network, everywhere you go.

Right before me in my personal room in the hospital was my number one enemy, my arch enemy of the past 24 hours. The troubler of my marriage and home, the devil in human skin, the one that made me drink drainage water and spend the night in the hospital bed.

The one that engineered my loads being packed out of my husband’s house.

This same human pest, the one and only skinny thing of a girl.

She was wearing doctors’ uniform.