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THE PASTOR'S WIFE.
That morning, my husband David came
to pick me at the airport. He was dry
faced and tensed, very unusual.
Other times, David would be so excited
to come pick me, he would kiss me and
hug me passionately, but now,
everything became different.
“You kept me waiting for hours in there.”
I said, gazing angrily at him.
“Don’t tell me it’s traffic honey, today is
Saturday.”
“I am sorry, I had to pick the kids from
summer lessons, and then rush to
church to counsel a few couples.”He
said soothingly.
“you now prepare the kids for school,
What happened to Ifeoma? she is the
kids nanny.”
“And you are the Kids mom!” He
Screamed suddenly.
“you’ve been away from your family for
5months Ekom, the kids don’t even talk
about you anymore.” David deliberately
slowed his breathing in a bid to calm
himself down.

I was silent for a while.
my lips quivered, but David ignored that
he saw tears glistening in my eyes.
Catching his eyes as he tried to look at
me, I sensed a shiver of unease go
through him.
He was right, I was away from my family
for four months or more, I had women’s
conference and hundreds of women to
mentor in Houston. It was a moment I
didn’t want to miss.
Then I broke the silence; “what of
Ifeoma?”

David looked uncertain. “she fell ill, so I
asked her to go see Doctor Dennis.”
We were both quiet until we got home.
I sat on my bed now, I slipped off my
slippers and sank my feet into rug and
decided to keep them sunk in so that my
toes would feel cushioned. So that a part
of me would feel safe.
“mummy!” my daughter screamed,
breathing deeply.
She smuggled into my arms and I
grabbed her tight to myself.
“where is your sister?” I whispered into
her ears.
“she is sleeping.”
Not long I heard tiny foots running along
the corridor that led to my room.
“mummy, mummy…” She jumped on me
and kissed me on my cheeks, leaving me
in the sweet comfort of motherhood.
They looked so healthy and chubby.
“what has aunty Ifeoma and Daddy been
feeding you with?”
“Golden morn and banana porridge!”
they chorused shrilly.
“Mummy, Church people said that you
are no longer daddy’s wife.” My first
daughter Teye said, her eyes became
sad. Deep and sad.
“Aunty Ifeoma Now sleeps in daddy’s
room.” Mfon the youngest said.
My heart jumped, I knew at that
moment, that there were stories In their
eyes that I was yet to know.

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