Bisi put on her pants and was fixing her brassiere. “Hope you’re not travelling anytime soon?” she asked. “I missed you like mad. Couldn’t stop thinking of you.” When she didn’t get a response, she turned to face him. “Didn’t you hear what I said?” she asked. Again he didn’t reply, just kept typing on his phone.

From experience, she knew that when he kept quiet like that, he was most likely angry. She couldn’t think what it was that she had done wrong in just five minutes. Or was it something he saw on his phone? She thought. “Zino darling, what is the matter? Why are you quiet?” she walked over to the bed and laid on top of him. He turned his head to the side and kept on looking at his phone.

Now, she suspected that it must have been something she did. “Stop this now… what did I do?” she mewed and kissed him. “You know I’ve missed you so much and you’re already making me feel bad.”

He turned to her, “Why did you come if you were not going to spend the night? I thought you said you missed me? Then why are you running off as if…”

“Ahn-ahn,” she protested. “But that’s not fair. You know that I don’t have sex on Sundays. But even if I wanted to stay, I told you that I’ll be leading praise session tomorrow in church. I need to get prepared. And besides I didn’t even tell my mum that I’ll not come home tonight. I really want to stay but-”

“You’ve not said anything. If you really want to stay, you’ll figure a way. But if you want to go, you’re free,” he turned again to his phone and continued surfing the net on it.

She rolled off him and sat on the edge of the bed. She was clearly in a fix. What should she do? She glanced at him. He didn’t even seem to know or care that she was still in the room. He was ignoring her. She came to a decision. She picked up her own phone and dialled a number.

“Hello mommy… Ek’ale ma… mommy, shey I told you that I’m leading praise worship tomorrow in church? I will be sleeping at my friend’s place this night so I can rehearse… no, I did not even know that I will stay… no, I said-… you will not know her, she’s a new member of the choir… she’s not here, she went out to buy something… ahn-ahn mommy, why should I lie? If I tell you the truth will you beat me?… I was joking o, mommy… yes, I’ll be coming home very early tomorrow so that I’ll pick my dress… no! Don’t bother o! Her place is far, you don’t know it… I said don’t worry… hello- hello- hello mommy, I can’t hear you- hello- the network is bad- hello…” she hurriedly cut the call with a sigh and switched off the phone. Then she turned to him.

“I’ve settled that. Are you okay now? Hmmm…?” she pecked him on the cheek.

He dropped the phone and kissed her, “That’s my girl,” he muttered again and kissed her, unhooking her brassiere from behind.

She giggled. “You bad boy…”

Very early the next morning, she woke up early, and hurriedly washed up and started getting dressed. He was still sleeping. When she was fully dressed, she tapped him to wake him up. “I’m going,” she whispered.

Zino squinted his eye open, “What time is it?”

“5:30” she answered.

“It’s still early, wait a little,” he grabbed her hand and started pulling her down.

She hit his hand playfully and wriggled free, “Don’t even start! I’ll still go home and get prepared. In fact, I’m already late. And are you not tired? Throughout the night and you still want to do!”

He laughed and pointed to his trousers hanging neatly on a hanger. “Check the right pocket.”

She went to the trousers and dug in the pocket. She fished out a full bundle of N 200 notes and a Blackberry Bold 9900 completely identical to his own. She let out a small yelp of excitement and ran to kiss him. But she stopped midway. “I don’t trust you. You will just drag me down” she laughed.

“So not even a thank-you kiss?” he said, laughing.

“When we see, I’ll give you a thank-you kiss. I’ll give you even more,” she winked. “For now, let me go and praise my God. And you better start getting prepared for church, you sinner.” She chuckled and ran excitedly out of the room. “Bye!”

In the cab, on her way home, she updated her Facebook status, “My God is a great God! He is Jehovah Jireh! Always providing. Type amen and click like if you want him to provide for you. He has done it for me this morning. Hallelujah!”

As she absently refreshed the page and saw the ‘likes’ mounting and several of her friends type ‘Amen’ in the comment section, she made a mental note to call her doctor to fix an appointment for this week. The abortion needed to be done quickly. Thank God, she had gotten the money she needed.

Later that morning, as she led the 2000-member church in praise and worship, everyone thought they felt the Holy Spirit minister powerfully through her.

http://touchedbyapen./2013/09/11/jehovah-jireh/

u get am joor. na so our churchianity be. from the pulpit to the pew. everybody na hypocrite

A typical life in the day of a christian!

90 percent of choir girls do this

mumumugu: 90 percent of choir girls do this

and pastors?

why the long story there?

she should continue in her lifestyle until the guy moves on after her multiple abortions, she probably thinks the boyfriend is s.tupid.

Yes! Hypocricy in the church is right but this is not a life of a typical christian but that of a church goer . Nice write up tho...

The person that opened this thread really got me scratching my head with the title! It makes no sense!!!!