Making her way into the Church premises, Chiamaka could not help reminiscing over what took place the night before. Guilt ridden by the time she woke up, it took all her willpower to get dressed for church. Even as she got dressed the word hypocrite kept ringing in her head. Truth is she actually enjoyed last night, she didn’t plan for it to happen when she set off for his house, but the pleasure of his touch overcame all her reasoning. The guilt was an aftermath. Now how could she lift her hands in worship, when last night evaded her thoughts, she felt naked as she walked into church, it felt like everyone looked at her with accusing eyes, even the walls seemed to whisper hypocrite as she went past them. She definitely knew that praying and singing will be difficult with last night on her mind, she simply smiled as the pastor gave the instruction for all to lift up holy hands.
Wale just kept staring at the man seated in front of him. His suit was well tailored; his shoes looked very expensive, even the nails on the holy hands he lifted to the Lord looked well groomed.
“Why Lord? Why?” Wale thought to himself as he proceeded to petition God,
“I have served you all my life, never cheated, stole or killed, yet it seems like you have forgotten me. Who knows how this one made his money, yet you still allow him to enjoy it and flaunt it in my face, when will my own breakthrough come, when?” he finished up as the Pastor asked everyone to put their hands together for the Lord.
Tade sighed as she looked at her husband the deacon about to serve communion. She sighed again as her mind travelled back to the scene that welcomed her that fateful day. That cursed Wednesday she went back home to pick up the wallet she had forgotten earlier in her rush to make an 8am meeting with clients after seeing to her husband who was complaining of a fever. Fortunately, the clients called to cancel and while she was trying to pay for something she bought, she noticed her wallet was missing. She reversed her car and embarked on the homeward journey to pick up her wallet and also use the opportunity to check up on her indisposed husband. If only she had gone straight to the office, she would have saved herself the heartache of witnessing what she saw when she arrived home. The house appeared deserted , their teenage domestic help was nowhere in sight and her husband was not in his room, she found the missing wallet on the table, picked it up and just as she was about to call her husband’s phone, she heard moans coming from the guest bedroom, they didn’t have guest, so she did not need anyone to tell her what was happening, with a heavy heart she proceeded to check it out, she already knew the sight she would behold, but she still wasn’t prepared for it. She saw her husband shamelessly sweating and heaving his bulk on top of the domestic help, he was shocked to see her standing there, but she didn’t even wait to hear what he had to say. She ran out of the house with her tears blinding her. She has refused to discuss that incident or anything else for that matter, with him since that day. She simply sent the domestic help packing and pretended it never happened. And here he was on a Sunday morning serving communion, the devil himself serving communion, she sighed again as the Pastor said “Jesus said as often as you do this, do it in remembrance of me”.
Janet felt God’s awesome presence as she walked into church. Life had dealt her several blows but ever since she decided to trust God with the affairs of her life, she had experienced an unexplainable peace. Trouble still happens, but they have been like water off a duck’s back. So it was with a joyous heart she turned to the person sitting next to her as the Pastor said “say to your neighbour, the Lord is good all the time”.
Finally the service was over. As the people dispersed, Wale kept watching the fine, well groomed gentleman that sat in front of him, the same one that caused him to petition God. Just like he thought the man walked smartly to an obviously new Honda accord car. Wale just shook his head and muttered “God dey” as he walked to the bus stop to catch a bus home.