[6/3, 10:00 PM] MARTIN MARTINO: The Pastor's Wife

Chapter 1

I was about sitting down, when I heard her voice from the multiple speakers in the church
auditorium.

"Way maker, Miracle worker

Promise keeper, Light in the darkness
My God, That is who you are
Way maker, Miracle worker
Promise keeper, Light in the darkness
My God, That is who you are."

As her voice filled the densely packed auditorium, I looked around and realized it had the same
effect on us all. The soothing and rich voice held us spellbound as it rendered the popular Way
Maker hit from Sinach. The voice belonged to Sandra; the head of the choir, pastor's assistant,
church committee secretary and most importantly, my girlfriend. I had heard this song severally
but whenever Sandra sang it or any other song for that matter, I was always spellbound.

I looked around again and yes, all eyes were on her as she stood and sang like her life depended
on it. Some people were singing along with her, while others nodded their heads and waved their
hands. It was safe to say that the entire members of His Eminence Worship Center, both new and
old, were going to remain transfixed till she rounded off.

Sandra paused for dramatic effect and my head turned to her. Our eyes met almost immediately
and her face lit up. I felt like the luckiest man in the church. Sandra wasn't only the best singer in
church, she was the most beautiful too. Her current ruby red hair highlighted her beautiful oblong
face and her narrow, healthy chin was quite prominent, thanks to her bronzer. As she swayed to
the melody of the song, her crimson shirt contracted, pushing her otherwise perfect boobs a little
further.

Blood of Jesus, I was lusting after Sandra while she was literally praising God. I shook my head as
if to clear it and moved my eyes from her to others in the church. My eyes wandered to the pulpit,
where the church elders sat. From the left sat my Uncle, Elder Dike C. Dike. In his usual senator
attire, he also looked mesmerized by Sandra, who had switched to a 2nd song I couldn't
remember. To his left was the assistant pastor, Pastor Sam, my boss in the office. He was the
reason I attended this church. Well, he made me come to the church in the first place, but Sandra
cemented my status as a regular member.

2 other choristers joined Sandra on the podium. It was praise time. They broke into another
chorus. This time, almost all members of the church joined them. I remained seated, still observing
the congregation. Nothing significant stood out, so my mind drifted to my first time in the church.

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I was just closing from work when my boss, pastor Sam, sent for me. We were both software
engineers, but while I majored in testing and maintenance, he handled design and construction. I
went to his office and he asked me to sit.

"Hey Kelvin, I have a favor to ask." He said almost immediately.

"Ok sir."

"There's a software I designed and constructed for my church and I want you to handle the testing
and maintenance. Can you do it?"

"Of course sir, I can."

"Ok, you'll have to follow me to midweek service today and I'll introduce you to the head pastor, so
you can provide him with relevant details concerning it. Hope that's okay?" He asked, looking into
my eyes.

"Yes sir. It's okay, but can I come after the service instead?" I asked hesitantly.

He smiled and shook his head. It was obvious I would rather not attend the service.

"No Kelvin, come for the service, you'll enjoy it."

And I enjoyed it. Especially the praise and worship time which was handled by Sandra. After the
service, she also called for a meeting with newcomers, took our details and made us promise to
come back on Sunday for the main service. I made the promise from my heart and since my word
was my bond, I returned the following Sunday.

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Praise and worship was over. The head pastor or daddy as he is fondly called collected the
microphone from Sandra and mounted the pulpit. He shouted praise the Lord and the whole
church responded with hallelujah. He asked us to clap for the choir and I made sure mine was the
loudest. I was clapping for Sandra and I wanted the church to know.

As the noise died down, daddy started to preach. He asked us to open our bibles to John 3:5 and
then he read.

"Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit,
he cannot enter into the kingdom of God."

As he tried to break down the verse into food for our souls, my eyes sought for Sandra. She was
so engrossed in what daddy was saying. As he spoke, she nodded in agreement to whatever he
was saying. Looking at her now, no one would ever suspect that we had tangled in the sheet some
hours earlier and I had a sachet of Post pill (an emergency contraception) for her to take later
today in my inner pocket. I smiled, showing some teeth, as I remembered how loudly she had
screamed my name and pulled my non-existent hair. I almost moaned but remembering where I
was, I cautioned myself, swiftly asked God for forgiveness and continued listening to daddy. I also
wished this sermon would end already.

As I forced myself to pay attention to daddy, I felt someone staring at me. I brought my face up
and I found myself staring back at Mrs Joke Davidson, the women's leader, matron of all excos
and most importantly, the head pastor's wife or mummy as she was fondly called.

Why was she staring at me? Maybe God had revealed my innermost thoughts to her. I broke the
eye contest and decided to focus on daddy and failed. I still felt her eyes on me and each time I
looked back, she was still staring. At a point, she winked. Or maybe I was imagining it. Why would
mummy wink at me? Was that a smile creeping into mummy's face? Hmmm.

The questions were still forming in my mind when I heard the moderator's voice. Thank God,
daddy was done and service was almost over. It was the moderators duty to read the
announcements and conclude the service with the grace. Simply put, his arrival signaled the end
of the service. As with other members, I started packing my writing materials and preparing for
dismissal when I unmistakably heard the moderator call out my name.

"Brother Kelvin of the media and communication department please wait behind, mummy would
like to see you. Choristers and ushers, please wait behind in the church auditorium for a vital piece
of information. There will be no prayer service by 5pm today. I wish you all a happy Sunday and a
fruitful week ahead. May we share the grace together."

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Chapter 2

The church quickly dispersed after the grace. Apart from the ushers and choristers, brother Kelvin
of the media and communications department was the only one left behind. That was me, Kelvin
Okwara, the assistant director and go to person for everything media. After helping Pastor Sam
with the church software, I had decided to become a full member of His Eminence worship center.
Within a month, partly because of my IT skills, I was fast tracked to a church worker and my
department was media and communications.

"Kelvin," Sandra called out to me. I drew closer and we both moved to the more conspicuous side
of the auditorium, away from the glaring crowd.

"Why does Mummy want to see you? Any idea?"

"No," I replied. "But if I was to guess," I continued "it would probably be an issue with her laptop or
something computer related, should not take much time."

"Ok dear. I'll see you at home then. My own meeting would take time, we are planning for the
church anniversary coming up."

As we were still talking, the moderator signalled to me to move forward. It was time to see
Mummy. Walking to her office behind the pulpit, I felt the hairs at the back of my neck stand. My
instincts never failed me, something was certainly up. Why did Mummy want to see me, especially
after the brief eye contest that happened some minutes ago? I hoped it was nothing fishy. I was in
love with Sandra and any church sugar mummy related drama wouldn't be tolerated. Getting to
the door that led to her office, I paused, took a deep breath and knocked gently.

"Come on in," she said quietly.

I pushed the door open and walked in. Mummy was on her laptop, typing away and I silently
released the air I was holding on to from my lungs. I felt myself smile. Mummy was surely having
issues with her laptop, that must have been why she sent for me. I was panicking for nothing, I
must have also imagined the nonsense eye contact. What in God's name had me thinking Mummy
was checking me out? I relaxed my nerves and spoke up.

"Good afternoon ma, you sent for me," I said as soon as she looked up.

"Kelvin right," I nodded. "Take a seat, give me a few minutes."

"Ok ma. Thank you," I said and sat on chair directly opposite her.

Her eyes dropped back to her laptop and I used that opportunity to observe my subject properly.

Mummy was a very fine woman. I had pegged her to be around 50, but seated across from her,
she didn't look a day older than 40. She reminded me of my late mother in so many ways. Firstly,
they were both fashion killers. Mummy was a designers woman of God. She believed in praising
God with style, hence Gucci, Fendi and Prada were household names with her. Secondly, she
oozed class and swagg. The way she talked the things she said and how she said them made her
the envy so other older women. As for the younger ones, they were overly inspired by Mummy and
Sandra in particular, aspired to be like her.

Sandra again. Damn, I was really in love. Everything always found a way to be about her. It was
indeed love. A smile lit up my face and it warmed my heart. I was more than blessed to have
Sandra and everytime I prayed, I thanked God specially for the gift of her. Sandra was every
man's dream. She was beautiful, kind, lovely and very charming . She was also a nun at church
and a beast in bed. What else could a man ask for? My mind gradually drifted to the night before
and how she had sweet talked me into having an erection.

"Kelvin," Mummy called my name, startling me and breaking my line of thought. "Sorry for keeping
you waiting, had to send some last minute mails."

"Its okay ma, there's no problem."

I sat upright, eagerly awaiting how I could help her.

"Kelvin, how long have you worshipped with us?"

"8 months ma." I knew because it coincided with my anniversary with Sandra. Wednesday was
going to make it 8 months we had been together.

"Tell me about yourself Kelvin."

Okay, this was strange. What did she want to know about me and why? Well it wasn't important,
mummy had asked me a question and I had no choice but to answer.

"What would you like to know ma?"

"Everything possible."

Since she wanted to know everything about me, I made myself comfortable and told her the
important stuff. I told her I was 28, studied software engineering and majored in testing and
maintenance. I had lived abroad till I turned 23, Cardiff to be precise and came back when I lost
my mum. I currently lived in Gwarimpa and was living life one day at a time.

"Hmmm, very interesting. Are you single Kelvin?"

This was the part I intentionally skipped in my mini epistle. I and Sandra were yet to tell anyone we
were dating and it was against the Church policy. The policy mandated us to inform the church
leaders of any form of relationship, for spiritual guidance and counseling. But Sandra had
vehemently opposed it. She categorically stated that she didn't want the church in our business.
Now Mummy was asking. Was I supposed to lie to the woman of God?

"No ma, I'm currently seeing someone."

There was no need lying to her. With the way she spoke in tongues whilst in the spirit, it wouldn't
take anything for that same spirit to minister to her that I wasn't only taken, but I was living in sin.

"Ok Kelvin. I'm really not interested in your relationship but the reason I asked is that I have an
important job for you and I don't want you confiding in any other person about it."

"A job?"

"Yes Kelvin. There is something that has been bothering me and I haven't said anything to anyone
because I don't know who to trust. But seeing you today as Daddy was preaching, I discerned that
I could trust you. That's why I asked you to wait behind."

Now this was something I didn't see coming. I wondered what the job was. There was the head
director of the department and several other members that had been in the church longer than I.
So if she couldn't trust them, it meant this was a pretty special job. I kind of felt humbled that she
had chosen me.

"Okay Mummy, how can I be of help," I asked, pulling my chair closer to the table.

"As I said earlier Kelvin, you cannot tell a soul about this. Can I trust you with that?"

"Of course ma, needless to say my word is my bond."

"Kelvin, listen carefully. I want you to make use of every tool and skill set possible to do this job. It
wont be easy, but I'll be here to help you when needed."

"That's great of you ma. So what exactly do you want me to do?"

She paused, got up from her chair and walked to the door. She opened it gently and glanced from
left to right. When she was sure no one was eavesdropping or passing by, she shut it and walked
back to where I was seated. I suddenly sensed whatever she wanted me to do was going to be
very dangerous and her next words confirmed it.

"Kelvin, Daddy is cheating on me and I want you to get me an evidence of it."

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Chapter 3

As I drove home, I pondered on what Mummy had told me and I was reminded of the saying that
those whom the gods wished to destroy they first made mad. It was obvious that at this point,
Mummy was stark raving mad. If I wasn't wrong, she had just accused Daddy, the head pastor of
His Eminence Worship Center of adultery. Not only did she accuse him of that, she had also
suggested I help her get a foolproof evidence of it. I couldn't be convinced otherwise, Mummy was
definitely mad.

Pastor Tunde Davidson was everything a man of God could and should be. He was quite tall, had
the physique of a Roman gladiator and was unsurprisingly good looking. He was 55, we had just
celebrated this with him 2 weeks ago and if I was being honest, he looked more 35 than 55. He
took took great care of him self, groomed properly, exercised daily and dieted as well. I knew all
this because Sandra was his PA and she encouraged me to emulate Daddy's living habits.

He was also articulate. He preached the word of God as if he loved God. Scratch that, Daddy
loved God. He was passionate about the things of God, spiritual to a fault and from listening to
him, you could tell Daddy was a certified heavenly candidate. That was what Daddy called those
that were sure of heaven. Funny enough, Daddy also said his wife, Mummy, was a heavenly
candidate. But with this accusation, it was safe to say Mummy had lost her spot in heaven.

Still angry at Mummy, my mind wandered way back to the first time I met Daddy...
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Pastor Sam, the assistant pastor and my boss at the office, wanted me to be in charge of the
testing and maintenance of the software he had designed for the church and had invited me for
weekday service so as to meet and explain what was involved to the head pastor and owner of the
church.

After service, pastor Sam took me to an impressive building just behind the church that housed
some offices, the church mini library and some guest rooms for visiting pastors or friends of
Daddy. Daddy's office was the largest office I had seen in a while and the interior decor had me
second guessing my day job. How much did pastors really make?

"So young man, what does the testing and maintenance involve," he asked, after we had taken
our seats and were served water.

"The testing would be in two phases sir. The first testing is to uncover any defect present in the
application. After that, if no defect is discovered, the next phase would be user acceptance
testing."
"What does that mean, if I may cut you short."

He looked quite interested. I took a sip of water and continued.

"Basically, the idea of the next phase is for potential users like you to test the app to see if it meets
all your requirements. If you're satisfied with the app, the app would go live. Once it's live,
maintenance would involve making changes to the app due to change in requirements or due to
defects that may arise."

"Ok son, that's impressive. So how much will this cost me?"

He smiled as he asked the question. I was about to answer when pastor Sam cut me short.

"Daddy don't worry about it, Kelvin is my boy, money won't be an issue."

They both laughed out loud and I for one was particularly impressed by how deep his laugh was. I
was escorted out of the office by Sandra, whom had come to drop some documents for him.
Sandra led me back to the main auditorium, where I joined other first timers waiting for their
information to be collected.
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There was no how a pastor that laughed that deep could be cheating on his wife. I was angry all
over again. Why didn't Mummy confront daddy immediately she got suspicious? Why did she pick
me of all the members to confide in? Why did she want to tarnish the image of Pastor Tunde?
What would Jesus do in my shoes? What Mummy was doing was not Christian like and if left
untreated, could escalate into something ugly. That was very malicious of her and it was my
Christian duty to report this gross misconduct to the head pastor. Yes, that was what Jesus would
do.

I was almost home, but I turned my car around and headed back to the church. I had to inform
Daddy and soon. Who knew who else mummy was going to involve in her ridiculous scheme. Get
evidence indeed. She wanted to use me to destroy an ordained man of God. She wanted to make
me a certified candidate of hell. Nah, mummy was wicked. After all Daddy had done for her.

I brought out my phone and placed a call to Sandra. It was only right to inform her I wasn't headed
home. I scouted for her as soon as I had come out from Mummy's office, but she was no where to
be seen. I assumed she had gone home, so I left immediately.

Sandra wasn't picking my call. Maybe she wasn't home yet, or perhaps, she had forgotten to
switch her profile from silent to general. I tried her once more and when she didn't pick, I sent her
text, telling her I would be home soon.

I got to the church in about 15 minutes and the security guard, Abu, was surprised at my return.
He signaled me to put down my window and I did just that.

"Oga Kevvo, hope no problem oh? No be now now you just commot?"

"Abu, na true. No problem sha, I just forget something for office."

"Ok oga Kevvo, go come, I dey wait you."

He signaled the other security guard and he promptly opened the gate. I drove in a bit, thought of
something, reversed a little and honked. The security guard ran up to me.

"Oga Kevvo, wetin happen as you reverse?"

"I just wan ask if Daddy and Mummy still dey?"

"Mummy don go house oh. Like 5 minutes after you commit, driver carry am go."

"Daddy nko?"

"Daddy dey, but him dey back. Some choir people dey too, but dem dey main auditorium."

"Ok, make I rush collect something, I go find you something when I dey go."

"Oga Kevvo, you too much. Na why I believe in your government."

I drove off, bypassing the main auditorium and headed straight to the impressive building just
behind it. I had gotten the news I wanted - Mummy had gone home. The coast was clear for me to
break the disturbing news to Daddy. It was clear that Daddy was an endangered specie and had
to be protected from Mummy at all cost.

I parked 2 feet from the building, just by the side. I got down and walked towards it. Everywhere
was awfully quiet and I felt like I was betraying the trust Mummy had in me. But there was nothing
I could do, this had to be done. I shook myself of the guilt and marched straight to Daddy's office,
took a deep breath and knocked gently on the aluminum door.

There was no answer. I tried again and still no response. I turned the door knob and the door
opened. I debated walking in when I heard mumbled voices, like a whisper. I pushed open the
door, looked around and walked in, almost tiptoeing.
Daddy's large office was empty. There were a few documents on the large mahogany table and
some had found their way to the floor. I approached the table quietly, to pick those on the floor
when I heard the voices again. I tried to ascertain where it was coming from and I was drawn to a
particular curtain. I pushed back the curtain and discovered an aluminum door I didn't realise was
in the room. I placed my right ear against the door and this time I heard the voices clearly.

Sex moans. The people behind the door were unmistakably engaged in a sexual act that elicited
the sensual pleasure groan. I gasped, pushed myself away from the door and found my way out of
the office.

Shit, Mummy was right after all. Daddy general overseer was definitely cheating on her.
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Chapter 4

As I walked back to my car, I lowered my head in shame, disappointed in Daddy. How could he do
this to Mummy and the rest of us? He was a man of God for Christ's sake. I replayed the sex
moans in my head one more time and my disappointment grew. Why did he have to fix the dick
appointment in church? People did not fear God at all. This was the highest form of mockery.
Daddy was very rich and sophisticated, he could have chosen anywhere else but the church. If I
were in his shoes, I would have done alot of things differently.

Not that I would ever be in his shoes, I could never bring myself to cheat on Sandra. But if I were
to, for starters, I would never bring it home. It was obvious that whoever Daddy was shagging right
now was a member of the church. I would never do that. It would have been wiser to spread the
net far from the shore. That way, it would be more difficult to get caught. Secondly, there would be
no avenue/reason for Sandra to realize I was dipping my pole in another hole. For Mummy to be
suspicious of Daddy, it meant he was lacking in some of his husbandly duties. If one wanted to
cheat, one had to cheat smart.

Unfortunately for all involved, Daddy wasn't that smart and he was definitely a candidate of hell
fire. It was often said that a key hallmark of intelligence is the ability to say “Having received more
information or reflected more deeply, I now change my mind.” With my recent findings, I had to ask
myself again what would Jesus do and in this case, the answer was very obvious. If I was willing
to expose Mummy to Daddy, I should have no problem exposing Daddy to Mummy.

I sat in my car and reclined my chair a bit. I was deep in my thoughts when my phone vibrated. It
was from my dad. He wanted to know if I could make time to see him later today. Since I lost my
mum, the relationship between my dad and I had grown from cold to almost non-existent.

My dad was a chronic womanizer and his antics also had a hand in my mother's death. While the
autopsy report stated that she died as a result of complications from a myocardial infarction, I was
of the opinion that she literally died from a broken heart. It was part of the reason I moved back
from Cardiff. What was it with men and cheating? First my biological father, now my spiritual
father.

I replied my dad and told him I would see him later today. He was an old man and the only parent I
had left. God wouldn't forgive me if I didn't give him a chance to apologize at least. The Lord's
prayer stated as much. I started to drive away from the building and placed a call to Mummy. She
picked on the second dial.

"Good evening ma, it's Kelvin."

"I know. This one you decided to call, have you decided to help, because the way you stormed out
of my office was a bit dramatic."

I could hear the underlying pain in her voice and felt bad that I contributed to it. This was a woman
that was in pain.

"I'm sorry ma. I had a huge problem digesting the information."

"So? Has anything changed from the last time I saw you?"

"Yes ma. You were right. Daddy is cheating on you."

I heard her gasp and I almost recoiled. I hated to be the bearer of bad news but it had to be done.
I parked closely to the gate and waited for her to fully absorb the impact of my statement. I could
see Abu hopping animatedly. He was awaiting my departure because of what I promised him
when I arrived. I heard Mummy sniff over the phone. She was crying and struggling to hide it. I
was reminded all over again of my own biological mother and all the nights she would call me to
tell me my father wasn't coming home because of another woman.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way. If there is any way I can be of help, do not hesitate to inform
me."

"Kelvin, I don't know how you confirmed my suspicions so soon but that is only one part of what I
need from you."

At this juncture, I felt like I was getting trapped again. I only wanted to let her know because
everyone needed closure. I didn't want to get sucked into their drama. Something asked me to end
the call, but instead I heard myself say,
"What do you need from me ma?" I heard her voice get harder.

"I am going to need a foolproof evidence. Something that is irrefutable and concrete."

My instincts told me I was about to venture into something ugly and bigger than myself. I didn't
know where the resolve came from, but I knew that I was going to help Mummy, no matter what it
cost.

"Ok ma. I will see call you tomorrow and we could discuss some more."

I had already started the car and was about to drive when her voice came up again.

"Thank you Kelvin, one more thing before you go."

"Yes ma."

"How did you confirm my suspicions in less than a day, especially after the way you took the
news?"

I smiled and hesitated a bit. I couldn't tell her that I was on my way to report her and it was only a
coincidence. Instead I lied. More like withholding the truth.

"What you told me caused a stir in my conscience, so I decided to give you the benefit of doubt."

I then proceeded to tell her how I went back to the church and got into Daddy's office and the
voices I heard from the curtain. She sighed when I finished and asked.

"So who is the lady he was frolicking with?"

"Ma, I didn't stay around to find out. I didn't want anyone seeing me. I just got back into my car and
I'm on my way out of the church."

"Wait, you're still in church," she asked animatedly.

"Yes, I'm almost at the security post. Just stopped a bit to tell you of my findings."

"Kelvin," she called my name as my mom would do if she wanted to scold me.

"What kind of detective are you, that you couldn't stay back to get a glimpse of the owner of the
voices? What if it wasn't them?"
There was truth in what she said. I should have hung around to at least get a glimpse of them. My
detective career was just starting and I was failing woefully already.

I honked at Abu and turned my Mercedes around again. I cut the call after promising to call
Mummy back. I drove carefully, trying my best not to draw any attention to myself. I parked where I
had previously parked, got down from my vehicle and walked back to Daddy's office.

I was very close to the office when I heard something that indicated the door was about to be
opened. I looked around immediately and there was no where to hide. I instantly regretted coming
back the second time. In a split second, the door was going to open, so I did the only thing I could
think of, which was to turn back and walk back to my car.

I just prayed that those exiting the office wouldn't see me. God was definitely not listening. I had
barely turned when the door opened and my name, called out.

"Kelvin."

I had been caught. That was unmistakably Daddy's voice. I turned around slowly to Daddy and the
second person that had exited the room with him. Lo and behold, I was staring into Sandra's lovely
face.
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Chapter 5

If the ground could open up and swallow me, now would be the right time. As I looked up, into
Sandra's beautiful face, I felt my heart explode into one million tiny bits. It could have been more,
but I wasn't counting. She was smiling sheepishly and all I could think of was how well Daddy
must have pleasured her. She looked happy. Daddy ignored us, pressing his phone. To further
add salt to injury, Sandra spoke up.

"Kelvin, ahn ahn, what are you doing here? I thought I saw you leave after your meeting with
Mummy?"

I certainly owed her no explanation but I had to say something because it was getting awkward. I
didn't want anyone, especially Daddy to know what I knew. So, I replied, albeit reluctantly.

"Yea, I left earlier, but I realized I left something in the media office, so I came back to get it."

Daddy just stood by and continued pressing his phone. I wanted to snatch and smash it to pieces.
He had the guts to cheat on Mummy with Sandra and wasn't bothered in the least way. God, I
wanted to die. As if he could read my thoughts, he looked up and spoke.
"Ok Kelvin, would you be a gentleman and please take Sandra home?"

To Sandra he said, "do not forget to follow up on those contacts as discussed earlier. I don't want
any stories on that issue."

We both chorused in the affirmative and Sandra walked up to where I stood, as if to continue
walking. I took a deep breathe in, plastered a fake smile on my face and resumed walking to my
car. We had barely walked 5 seconds when Daddy spoke up again, this time to Sandra only.

"Try and make it to the office by 5pm tomorrow, let us go over those documents Pastor Dave sent
in."

"Ok sir, I will." She replied.

Daddy turned around, back to his office, while Sandra and I continued walking. She turned back to
see if the coast was clear before linking her hands in mine. I felt my blood go cold, then hot again.

Right before me, they had booked another appointment and they thought I wouldn't code it. Talk
about pastor Dave sending in documents, these 2 thought I was dumb. I wanted to snatch my
hands from hers, but I relaxed. It wasn't in me to cause a scene and I could wait till we got home.

"So baby, what did Mummy want from you earlier," she asked as soon as we got into the car.

The nerve of her to call me baby, not after she had slept another man. Sandra was wicked. If she
could put up this appearance without flinching, I couldn't be convinced otherwise, she was of the
Devil. I ignored her and started driving towards the gate and Abu.

"Honey, is everything okay? You're awfully quiet."

First baby, now honey. Each pet name that escaped those lips of hers left a sour taste in my
mouth. The same lips she had used on Daddy, the same very lips she had used to praise God
earlier.

"There's nothing wrong. I'm just a bit sick," I replied. It was the only excuse I had under my
sleeves.

She reached out and placed her hand against my neck, feeling my temperature.

"Awwn darling, you are a little hot. When last did you treat malaria?"

Malaria indeed. I managed to smile. Only if she knew the volcanic eruption I was delaying.
"Sandra, I'll be fine. Let us get home first."

"Ok baby."

I honked as we approached the gate. Abu rushed out, still expectant. I reached in my breast
pocket and brought out my wallet. I took out two 1000 naira notes and slipped it to him. He danced
animatedly, hailed me and rushed to open the gates. It was the least I could do for him after all the
waiting and he had a role to play in my upcoming investigations.

I was strangely quiet on the way home and it gave me room to gather my thoughts. I was grateful
Sandra left me alone because it was only the grace of God that prevented me from lashing out. I
wondered what I was going to do when I got home, or rather, we. This was why people advised
against cohabitation. My mind flashed back to the day I asked Sandra to move in with me.
________________________
__________________________

I threw the car keys and my mobile phone on the center table and walked straight into my
bedroom. My house was a beautifully furnished 2 bedroom apartment located in the suburban
district of Gwarimpa. Sandra's presence had also improved the aesthetics of the house and
converted the otherwise boring house into a home.

I quickly walked into the bathroom. I would not give Sandra the pleasure of seeing me cry.

Closing the toilet lid, I sat and pondered how to raise the issue with her. Breathing was becoming
so difficult, so I turned on the sink and released the tears that constricted my chest. With my chest
heaving, I wailed, hoping the sound of the water dawned the guttural sound I was making. The
Sandra I was hoping to marry was cheating on me with our pastor.

The gentle pounding on the toilet door drew me back to reality. Sandra was trying to open the door
and calling my name simultaneously. I poured water on my face, took a long look at the mirror and
went to open the door.

She held up my phone, smiling. I wished I could knock that smile off her face.

"Mummy has been blowing up your phone for a while now," she said, handing the phone over to
me.

Shit, in my grief I had forgotten Mummy was awaiting feedback on who Daddy was seeing.

I collected my phone and made to lock back the toilet door when held up her hand to stop me. As
God would have it, her next statement paved the way for the opening I have been looking for.

"Baby, this one you're locking the door to answer Mummy's call, hope you are not cheating on me
with her o."

Instead of answering, I raised my eyes, looked into her eyes and asked

"Baby, are you sleeping with Daddy?"

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Chapter 6

She appeared stunned at my question, so I had to repeat myself.

"Babe, I asked if you were sleeping with Daddy, the head pastor of our church?"

"Are you joking right now?"

I wished I was joking, but I wasn't. I also wished I could get the emotions off my voice. I sounded a
bit constipated and heartbroken.

"I'm not joking, Sandra. Answer the question."

"What kind of question is that? How can you stand there and make such accusations," she asked,
staring at me with disbelief in her eyes.

She looked truly hurt. I wanted to believe her, but I couldn't. I had heard her moaning just some
hours ago. If she was going to deny it, she had to do better than answering a question with
another question.

"Sandra stop deflecting and answer the question for Christ's sake. What in hell were you doing in
Daddy's office after almost everyone had gone home?"

I was screaming now and gradually losing my temper. She had to say something and fast. But no,
she stood there, staring at me as if I had lost my mind.

To be honest, I was losing my mind. My girlfriend of 8 months was doing something despicable
and there wasn't much I could do about it. 8 months of love and sacrifice down the drain, just like
that. I felt the tears creep into my eyes again. I couldn't cry, not now, not when Sandra was silently
questioning my sanity. I swore not to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
As the staring contest continued, it became more obvious Sandra was not going to answer me.

"Are you going to say something or what?"

"I have nothing to say to you Kelvin."

With that, she turned around and walked to the closet. Opening it, she pulled out her suitcase and
threw it on the bed. As it landed on the bed, the Postpill bounced up and off the bed, to the floor.

I watched her open the suitcase and walk back to the closet to pack her clothes. I leaned on the
door frame of the bathroom door and wondered if I was in the wrong for asking her that question.
No, I wasn't wrong because I know what I heard. As she silently threw her belongings into the
suitcase, I heard her sniff. Damn, she was crying. This was not going accordingly.

Why was Sandra crying now? If there was any victim in this story, it was me. I was the one who
had caught them both and I was the one who was going to be forever scarred. Sandra had no right
to tears, that was for me alone.

But I had to do something. I could not stand and watch while my girlfriend cried, I wasn't that
heartless. I walked to where she stood, collected what she was holding and prevented her from
throwing more stuff into the suitcase.

"Baby, stop. I'm sorry if I hurt you. It wasn't my intention," I said, while wondering if I was under a
spell.

"How can you ask me such Kelvin," she asked, breaking out into a full blown cry mode.

"I don't know babe, I saw you coming out of the office, smiling..."

"And you immediately assumed I was sleeping with him," she asked cutting me off "is that how
much you rate me Kelvin?"

"Babe, no. I just didn't know what to think."

I was confused at this point. I didn't know if it was her tears that reduced my anger and made me
consider if I was jumping into conclusions, but here I was, considering it. There was a time lapse I
couldn't account for and it was very unfair to assume it was her with Daddy, since I actually didn't
see her.

"Kelvin, there's no point being in this relationship if you don't trust me and think very low of me."
She resumed throwing things on the bed and I tried to stop her again.

"Sandra, it is not like I don't trust you, babe you know I do."

"No Kelvin, you don't. And if you must know, I was in Daddy's office to schedule this week's
itinerary with him. For you to assume I am sleeping with a married man of God, it shows that I'm
really single. Pls allow me pack my things and get out of here."

Her reason for being in Daddy's office sounded plausible. It was very possible that she wasn't the
one moaning behind the curtain when I walked in. I wasn't even convinced that was Daddy, I
mean the office was open when I walked in and it could have been anyone. Although it would take
the liver of a shark for anyone to try that in his office. Since she was crying, I decided to give my
girlfriend the benefit of doubt. And besides, she had nowhere else to go.

"Baby, if you tell me there's nothing going on between the both of you, I would believe you and
never bring it up again."

She dropped what she was holding, held my hands and made me sit on the bed. Using every
mutual trust we had built in 8 months, she looked directly into my eyes and said,

"Kelvin, I swear on everything I hold dear, I'm not cheating on you with Daddy or any other man."

Her sincerity touched my heart. I could see it in her eyes. All doubts were immediately erased. I
smiled at her and drew her closer to me for a kiss.

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"Guy, if you think your babe is cheating on you, chances are that she truly is," Chike said, after I
had downloaded a softer version of what transpired earlier. I also made sure to leave out both
Daddy and Mummy from the conversation.

Chike was my best friend and we worked together. It was our ritual to share a bottle of wine every
Sunday evening and the only time we skipped it was if either one of us was out of town. He was
also like a brother to me and I always sought his advice where and when possible.

"So what if she is not cheating? What does that do to the relationship," I asked, sipping my drink in
the process.

"Kevvo, a relationship is not the beginning of end of life. If it doesn't work out well in the end, it was
never meant to be in the beginning."
"In essence, what are you saying?"

"I guess what I'm saying is simple. Kelvin, if you think Sandra is cheating on you, employ any skill
possible to determine if she's straight or not. Life is too short to spend every minute in doubt."

___________________________

As I laid down on my bed later that night, I reflected on what Chike had said and realized it made
mega sense. I also knew I had promised Sandra that I would never doubt her again, but the
moans I heard were still haunting me. What if that was Sandra's voice? Would I be able to live with
myself if I didn't know for sure? The answer was a resounding NO.

I looked at my baby that was sleeping soundly next to me and felt very conflicted. She looked like
a princess in distress and I felt guilty, rehearsing the pain I had caused her earlier. Despite
everything, she decided to remain with me, I did not deserve Sandra.

I reached over to the drawer and picked my phone. I unlocked it and went to contact. Sandra
turned and I froze for a bit. When I realized she was still asleep, I started scrolling and stopped
when I reached Mummy GO. I edited the contact and renamed it to Boss 2. I saved the edited
contact and sent a message to the number, informing her that we would be seeing by 6pm the
following day. I switched off the phone after the message had delivered and dropped it back on the
drawer.

As I pulled the bed cover to properly cover myself, Sandra cuddled up to me. My arms fully
wrapped her and she opened her eyes, smiling. Damn, I loved this girl with my life and since I was
a man of my words, I was going to let everything go. She said she wasn't cheating and I believed
her.

If that wasn't Sandra in the office with Daady, it meant the culprit was still at large. I was going to
put on my detective cap, help Mummy get her proof and after that, I was going to get a ring and
ask Sandra to marry me.
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Chapter 7

I was brushing my teeth when Sandra pushed open the door of the bathroom and walked in
unclad. Her body instantly reminded mine why I had pushed so much for her to move in. She
moved closer to me and hugged my waist from behind.

"Good morning baby," she said, as she released my waist and stepped into shower tray.
"Good morning my love. How was your night?"

"Good. But I think it is time to change the mattress. My back is getting sore," she complained.

I had always wanted to change it, but kept forgetting. Now she had mentioned it, I made a mental
note to call someone to change it.

"I'll get it changed today."

I put down my toothbrush and walked into the shower tray, joining her. It was funny how we were
living like a married couple, without stress and drama. I reached for her sponge, taking it from her
grasp and turned her around...

"Baby, we have to stop. Workers are fasting today and if we continue, we will spoil the fast."

"But babe, it is only food that spoils a fast na. Don't deny me this morning." I said....

"Kelvin!"

I noted the voice change and let my hands drop. I knew she took all the fasting challenges serious
and decided to let her be. She noticed I was frowning and said,

"Don't worry honey, when I get back tonight, we will do whatever you want."

I smiled as the water from the shower holes rinsed the lather from both our bodies. Today was just
beginning and I was already looking forward to the end. And then, I remembered I was meeting
Mummy.

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As I sat on my desk in the office, it occurred to me that although I was supposed to meet Mummy
today, we had no meeting venue. It wouldn't be wise of her to come to my work place because my
boss, pastor Sam would recognize her and probably spill to the head pastor. It wouldn't also make
sense to go to her office, because her office was in the church premise.

As a pastor's wife, she had no business outside the church. Her job was primarily to support her
husband and his ministry. Secondarily, she oversaw other aspects of the church, including the
church workers and females in the church. There was no way we were going to see in church on a
non-service day, without arousing suspicions.

We had to meet elsewhere, somewhere discreet and it was up to me to decipher a good venue. I
thought of a hotel and laughed at myself almost immediately. There was no way I was going to be
caught in a hotel with another man's wife, irrespective of the situation or relationship. I had to be
more creative than that.

After thinking for more than an hour, I came up with the most reasonable venue I could think of; a
joint outside town.

I had once been invited to a bar just after Nyanya, that boarded Nasarrawa State by my ex
colleague. I still remembered the route to the bar and it was safe because there was no how a
member of His Eminence worship center resided in this part of the FCT. That meant the chances
of being accosted was close to zero. I immediately sent a text to Mummy with the name and
address of the venue. She confirmed receipt and acknowledging that we would be seeing by 5pm.

______________________________

I left the office by 4:45pm sharp. There was no need to factor in traffic because that was a Lagos
thing, not Abuja. About 2 minutes after I had left, Mummy's text came in, informing me that she
was on her way too.

We both arrived within seconds of each other and from the look on her face, I could tell she wasn't
so impressed with my choice of venue. I raised my eye in protest, there was not much I could do
and the idea was not to impress her in the first place. We had barely sat when the inquisitions
started.

"Kelvin, how come you didn't call me back yesterday?"

"I wanted to, but I couldn't because it would have meant talking to you in the presence of my
girlfriend."

"I hope she is not aware of my plans?"

"No ma, she isn't."

Although I had accused her of sleeping with your husband I thought silently. We ordered for
drinks, me a Chapman and Mummy, a bottle of Guinness stout. I was pleasantly surprised.
Mummy drank alcohol and stout for that matter. She noticed the look on my face and shrugged. I
understood immediately, no judgement.

"So Kelvin, did you go back as we discussed," she asked after the bar man had departed.

I should have told her of my suspicions right now and here, but instead I lied and said,
"No, I couldn't go back, it would have been risky to go back because they would have caught me
snooping. But I have an idea how to get what you want."

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Ok ma. But before I start, I would like to ask. Hope I would not be implicated in the resulting
consequences if I go ahead?"

"Kelvin, this is between my husband and I. You will not even be mentioned in the story."

"Hmmm, so if I get you the evidence, what do you plan to do with it?"

I had to ask. I wanted to be sure that whatever she did, I would be able to sleep at night, knowing I
aided her somehow.

"Kelvin," she whispered my name, "I will destroy him with everything I've got. He will regret the day
he decided to spit on our marital vows."

Wow. Her response shook my inner core and I realized the drama was about to begin and I was
the catalyst. I had made up my mind to help her, but if it became too much, I would just carry my
girlfriend and find another church. I cannot come and kill myself.

"Ok Mummy, here's the plan."

I took a quick swing of my Chapman and proceeded to tell her what needed to be done. When I
returned from Cardiff, I came back with a box of Nanny Cams. I wanted to sell it to those parents
that wanted to spy on baby sitters and caretakers but I couldn't because I didn't have the time, so
it sat in an unopened carton in my closet. The nanny cams I had bought were not easily
detectable, had good video quality and a good night vision.

The particular one I had in mind was designed as a book and could fit in easily with the multiple
books in Daddy's office, all Mummy had to do was place it with other books after I had activated it.
It also had an app with an intuitive interface that Mummy could install on her phone and she could
monitor the captured video real time.

This nanny cam also had a wide angle glass lens, which was advanced to spin 112° and also
boasted of a 345° horizontal and 115° vertical rotation range, giving it a comprehensive 360°
coverage. The night vision was also insane and it didn't radiate any LED glare, making it totally
inconspicuous.
I reached into my suitcase and brought out 2 of the cams. Mummy collected it and smiled. I could
see the thoughts in her head and it wasn't funny.

"So Kelvin, all I have to do is place the book cameras with other books right?"

"Yes. Place it in both rooms and I will access it from my end. Once any motion is detected, it starts
recording and you can view it from the app I will shortly install on your phone."

"Will there be audio?"

"Do you want audio?" I reasoned that she wouldn't want to hear her husband moaning from
pleasures evoked by another woman.

"Yes Kelvin, leave no stone unturned. It must be all of him captured, including his voice."

I collected Mummy's phone and installed the app on it. I taught her the basic things and showed
her how to record the videos and save it to cloud if she wanted to. I put on the nanny cam and a
live demonstration ensued. She could see me real time and was happy with I was showing her.

"Mummy, there is only a small problem. This cam runs on battery and can only run for 12 hours
straight. After 12 hours, you will need to change the battery."

"That's no problem Kelvin, 12 hours of footage is okay for me, unless nothing happens in it, then
the battery will need to be changed."

I handed her a set of new batteries and finished my Chapman. I called the bar man and paid for
both drinks. To show her gratitude, Mummy asked for my account details and promised to send
something on her way home. It was fine with me, I wasn't expecting anything but I wouldn't turn
down the appreciation gift.

We both got into our different cars and just before her driver drove off, she called me.

"Kelvin, I will put the cameras in his office on Wednesday, after midweek service."

That was very fine. The sooner we wrapped this up, the better. I reminded her to text me after she
had put it in place, so I could remotely turn it on, together with the audio. She said she would and
drove off.

It was almost 7pm when I finally drove away from the venue. I called Sandra and she didn't pick.
She was probably with Daddy for their meeting. I smiled as I remembered her promise earlier this
morning and couldn't wait to get home. Tonight was going to be the bomb. And as if the angels
were listening, a credit alert caused my phone to vibrate. I opened it and smiled sheepishly.
Mummy had just credited my account with a cool million naira.
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Chapter 8
Rated 18

As I entered my apartment, it dawned on me that just like that, I was one million naira richer for
doing absolutely nothing. If Mummy hadn't come around, those nanny cams would still be
somewhere in my closet, rotting away. It was definitely good to be good. I tried my baby, Sandra
again, but she still didn't pick. My brightly illuminated screen showed the time as 8:15pm. Maybe
their meeting wasn't over yet.

I couldn't be bothered, I had 1 million extra in account. I wondered if I should pay the customary
ten percent as tithe to the church. It would have been ironic, depositing money that was gotten
from an action that could very well spell the end of the church, to the church. Well, that wasn't my
business. My own was to do what God commanded and that was exactly what I did. I made a
quick cash transfer to the church account and my balance was ready to be depleted.

First, I went to Instagram, in search of those vendors that sold things for ladies. I came across
@eeezbeauty and decided to stop there. I purchased some beautiful earrings and bracelets for
Sandra, she loved accessories. She would also love bags, so I added a few and rounded them up
for payment. After that, I clicked on @justmen_ng and alerted the vendor to the Emporio Armani
wristwatch that was recently updated. The price would have made me blink in the past, but now I
was buoyed by the numerous zeroes in my account and made the down payment. I smiled, there
was definitely something therapeutic about shopping online.

Some minutes after shopping online, I took my bath and laid on the bed, naked and ready. After a
while, I heard the door in the sitting room open - Sandra was back. She walked into the bedroom,
looking like a cup of Coldstone icecream. I could barely hold myself back and devouring her was
top of my list.

"Hey baby, how was work today," she asked, dropping her bag on the bed.

"Was hectic but fine. How was yours?"

"You know, the usual. Nothing spectacular."

She worked as a social media manager for one of the development agencies in town. It didn't pay
much, but it ensured she left the house daily and got a credit alert at the end of the month. Most
importantly, she also loved what she did.
"So I got paid today for an outside job I did, so I got you those earrings and bracelets you've
always wanted."

"Awwwn, you see why why I love you," she asked, pulling me in for a kiss.

"I love you too baby," I whispered and deepened the kiss.

She pushed me down and took her favorite position............ She pulled her wig gently, throwing it
on the floor after it had come off. That was a definite sign that she was hot for me; Sandra didn't
play with her wigs. If I had known it would take earrings and bracelets to set her on fire, I would
have made the order from @eeezbeauty in the morning.

This is why I loved Sandra; The same energy she used in speaking in tongues and doing the
Lord's work was the same she expended while in the other room.

We shared a bath as soon as the lovemaking was over.

"I think I'm addicted to you babe."

And truly, it was. I just hoped she wasn't going to hurt me in the long run.

_______________________________________________

Charles stopped at my office to inform me he was going home. I looked at my table sized clock
and almost screamed. It was 6:15pm and I was 45 minutes late for Wednesday's midweek
service. I shut my desktop down, grabbed my car keys and followed Charles out of my office.
Since we were on our way down to the car park, I decided to try my fishing for Christ on him once
more. Daddy had always encouraged us to get souls for Christ wherever we were. I took my shot
at Charles.

"Charles what are you doing after work?"

"Nothing o. I will stop at Eminado bar, take 2 bottles for the road and retire to my flat alone. Unless
God decides to provide a company for me." His face lighted up as he said this.

Charles had been single for a while now. His last girlfriend was AS and failed to inform till he
discovered after his church had ordered a mandatory test. Since then, he had issues trusting
anyone from the opposite sex.

"Since you have nothing to do, join me for midweek service today, I promise it is quite uplifting."
"Kevvo, you know me and church are parallel lines. Anything outside Sunday service is a no no."

"Charles follow me to service today, if you don't enjoy it, I will give you 50k cash." Mummy's credit
alert had given me some sort of confidence. Damn, free money was sweet o. For the 1st time I
had money to throw around.

At the mention of the 50k, I had his full attention. Igbo men and money.

"Guy don't play with me o. Because I already know I won't enjoy it o."

"Charles , I'm a man of my words and you know it. Get in, let's attend service. You'll be happy you
did."

He knew he could trust me, so he got into my car and I drove off. I had finally succeeded in
convincing someone to church 8 months after I had joined. Daddy would be so proud.

We were almost at church when my phone vibrated, alerting me to the arrival of a text. I brought it
out and realized it was from Mummy. She wanted to confirm that everything was in place for the
recording of the s** tape that would rock his Eminence worship center. I replied and told her I
would start recording as soon as service was over. I looked at the time as we got down from my
car. We were officially one hour late.
______________________________________________

Daddy was preaching when we entered the auditorium. In order not to draw attention to our late
coming selves, Charles suggested we remained at the back. That wasn't my usual sitting position
but it would have to suffice.

Daddy was his usual bubbly self, quoting scriptures from his memory and demonstrating
animatedly. Today's topic was centered on being godly. He asked us to open our bibles to Psalms
1:1-3.

1 Blessed [is] the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of
sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
2 But his delight [is] in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
3 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his
season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

There was something ironic about today's message. Daddy was walking in the counsel of the
ungodly, standing in the way of sinners and sitting in the seat of the scornful, yet he had the
audacity to make this his sermon. I wanted to laugh out loud. Yea, the same could also be said of
me, primarily because I was constantly fornicating with Sandra, but hello, I didn't call myself
'pastor' nor stand in front of a congregation and preach godliness.

But on the other hand, Daddy was actually like a tree planted by rivers. His church population was
growing daily, he had 2 secondary schools and planned to open a university soon. Judging by the
one million Mummy gave me, I could tell he was really bringing forth good fruits and his leaves
were not close to withering at all. Did that mean that the bible was contradictory?

I was still battling myself with the last question when the moderator's voice filled the auditorium.
He asked 1st timers to stand and approach the pulpit. I had to add another 10k to convince
Charles to leave his chair and hearken the call. After that, the moderator asked the usual suspects
to wait behind and asked us all to stand for the grace. It meant one thing, service was over.

Charles was still at the pulpit. I knew the protocol. Daddy would pray for them and Sandra will
follow up and give them contact forms to fill. I know because it happened to me 8 months ago. I
drew closer to them and waited for them to finish. As the church thinned, Pastor Sam walked up to
me and drew me to his side.

"Kelvin, you came quite late today. I saw the time you entered with Charles."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry about that."

"No, it is ok. If it means winning souls for Christ. Who would have thought Charles would come. I
even started inviting him before you. Well done."

I smiled and received the accolades. If only he knew what it had taken to get Charles here.

"Ok Kelvin, I have to head home, I have a design I need to finish working on. Send my regards to
Charles."

"Ok sir. My regards to your wife and daughter."

"Say hi to them yourself," he said looking around, "My wife is somewhere around . She is having a
meeting with Mummy, but I can't wait for her. She will come home later with Kiki. Kiki has ushers
meeting."

"Ok sir. I'll seek them out and deliver my regards in person."

He shook me and walked out through the exit. Charles signalled me over. I approached where he
and 11 other new comers were seated. He took permission and came to where I stood.

"So how far, did you enjoy it?" I asked to fulfill all righteousness.
"The only thing I'll enjoy is the activity that will cost me 60k this weekend. Guy transfer my money
abeg."

I knew Charles very well. Even if I held him at gun point, he would never confess to enjoying the
service. Not when money was involved. I brought out my phone to transfer the money when
another text from Mummy arrived.

They had finished from the complex and she had placed the cams properly. She wanted me to
turn on the cam remotely, so it could start recording. I transferred the money to Charles, launched
the app on my phone and turned on the cam. The live feed came up almost immediately. Mummy
had done a very good job placing the cams at strategic angles. There was no one on the feed yet,
so all Mummy and I had to do was wait.
______________________________________________

I took Charles home after Sandra was done with them. Sandra was so happy he had come and
begged him in the car to come on Sunday. He smiled, saying he would think about it. He also
divulged that we had pretty ladies, so he may come check them out on Sunday.

We got home about thirty minutes later. Sandra was saying something but I wasn't really listening.
I was just praying for someone to show up on the cam's feed. That would exonerate Sandra in my
mind and lay rest to any lingering doubts. If nothing happened, it meant the person moaning
behind the curtain was Sandra.

Sandra said she was exhausted and got into bed immediately. I told her I had some work to do
and moved to the sitting room. I connected my laptop to Wi-Fi and launched the app immediately. I
envisioned Mummy doing same and hoping someone came up on the feed.

I had watched for 50 minutes and wanted to give up. Nothing had happened. It meant Sandra lied
to me and she was the one frolicking with Daddy on Sunday. I felt my heart break again and was
about to lower my screen lid when a movement caught my eye. I opened the screen back and
pulled close. It was Daddy. He walked to his desk, brought out his phone and made a call. I heard
him tell the person over the phone that the coast was clear.

About 5 minutes later, someone walked in. Daddy got up from his desk, walked to the person and
gave her a full kiss in the middle of his office. I left the laptop and dashed to my bedroom
immediately. Sandra was still there. She was asleep and the rhythmic movement of her chest
caused me to breathe properly for the first time since I started watching the feed.

It wasn't Sandra. I clenched my fist and pumped it to the air. My baby wasn't lying. I put my head
on the door frame and a sigh of relief escaped my lips. That was when it occurred to me. If it
wasn't Sandra, who was it?

I dashed back to my laptop and moved my hand on the touch pad. The screen lit up immediately.
Daddy and whomever it was had moved to the second room, the one I heard the moans
emanating from. Daddy was struggling to get out of his clothes. Sandra was right, this was one fit
Daddy and I was jealous of his abs.

I pulled my gaze from Daddy's abs and looked for the first time, at the face of the lady Daddy was
about to get down with. She looked beautiful and the black dot on her cheek, just below her nose
made me realize that I knew this face. I zoomed in again and this time I gasped.

Daddy was about to make love to Kiki, Pastor Sam's daughter.

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Chapter 9

Kiki was the only child of my boss, pastor Sam, and he loved her more than life itself. It was only
natural, since she came 10 years after marriage when all hope was lost. She had just graduated
from the university and was waiting to proceed to the UK for her masters. She was beautiful, sexy
and definitely no fit for Daddy.

I looked at the feed again. Daddy was saying something and I was grateful Mummy had insisted
on the audio.

"My beautiful princess. I thought you had changed your mind."

"No Daddy," she replied, kissing him. "It just took some time to convince my mum to go without
me. She gave me only 30 minutes, so let's get to it Daddy."

He laughed and pushed her to the bed in the middle of the room. I felt bile rise in my throat. There
was no limit for Daddy at all. Here he was, attempting to have sexual knowledge of the 20 year old
daughter of one of his pastors in the church premise. Although I was grateful it wasn't Sandra, this
wasn't any better.

I was disgusted, he didn't even attempt to use any protection. Not only was he sabotaging his
career as a pastor, he didn't seem to worry about his health and life. That was when I thought
about Mummy and realized she was on the other end, watching this same feed.

I called her number and she picked on the first dial.

"I'm so sorry ma that you had to see this. I wish there was another way to get the proof."
She took time to reply and it dawned on me that she must have been crying.

"Kelvin..." she broke down in tears again.

I suddenly wished I was with her to give her that comfort. She was feeling the same way my mum
did. All those nights she had to cry herself to sleep, knowing her husband was somewhere else,
wrapped in the arms of another woman. Daddy was wicked and heartless to do this to his wife of
25 years. My mum didn't deserve it, neither did Mummy here. In fact, nobody deserved this kind of
pain and hurt.

"It is ok ma. God will give you the strength in these tough times." I tried my best to reassure her.

"Kelvin, leave God from this matter. I now have the ammunition I need to bring him down. There is
no need to involve God." Her voice was stronger now.

"What are you going to do?"

"This clip is being saved now right?"

I had to admit, Daddy and Kiki had their sex game locked in. Only if they knew they were being
watched and recorded.

"Yes ma. I opened a folder on your phone. Go to file and look for NC. It saves directly there."

"Ok Kelvin. Thank you for doing this for me. You can turn off the cam once they are dressed. I've
had enough for one night"

"I will ma. Goodnight."

Mummy cut the call and I dragged my face to the church porn that was being transmitted live to
my laptop.

The stroke never came and after a few minutes, Daddy lifted Kiki from himself, smiling sheepishly.
Kiki got up from the bed and went into the adjoining room, perhaps a toilet. She came out some
minutes later, reached for her clothes and kissed Daddy before putting them on. After she was
dressed, she got up to leave and just before she stepped out, he mouthed,

"See you next week my princess, I love you."

She nodded and quickly exited.

So this was a weekly affair I thought as I remotely turned off the cam. Daddy was already a
candidate of hell, but at the rate he was going, it would only be a matter of time before he ruled
hell with the Devil. I only hoped all the sex was worth it. I shut my laptop close and went in to bed.

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Sandra woke me up the next morning with a kiss.

"Honey get up, you'll be late to work."

I stretched, kissed her some more and eventually got up. The clock by the dresser showed
7:45am and I had only 15 more minutes to get to work.

I wished I could call in sick. How was I going to face pastor Sam in the office today? My mind was
suddendly made up, I wasn't going to work today.

"Baby, I'm not going to work today. My back aches, I will work from home today."

"Sorry love. When I get back later tonight, I'll work on your back."

"Thanks baby." I hugged her and she left for work.

__________________________________

I made myself some breakfast after I had called the office to inform them I wasn't going to show
up. It was my first time missing work, so there wasn't any uproar or outcry and I could still work
from home.

After eating, I brought out my laptop and decided to create a website for my nanny cams. Dealing
with Mummy had brought me one million naira, so if I advertised what my nanny cams could do, I
was sure to make some more money.

I was deep into the designing phase when my phone vibrated. It was a text from Mummy.

"Kelvin, meet me by 3pm. Same venue as before. See you then."

Hmmm, Mummy wanted to meet again and it made me wonder why. Maybe she wanted to plot
something. I thought deeply about it. I had helped her catch Daddy red handed. But that was it, I
didn't want to involve myself anymore. I wasn't even comfortable being the only custodian of such
heavy secret. I still had the bombshell of Kiki being involved on my chest, taking on any other thing
was bound to be destructive.

After thinking all that, I smiled. Maybe I was being over calculating. What if she just wanted to cry
and seek comfort in another person? I needed to be there for her till she made up her mind. That
was definitely the Christian thing to do. I replied the text and told her I would be there.

__________________________________

I was sipping a glass of Chapman when Mummy walked in. She looked older than when last I saw
her. The confirmation of Daddy as a cheating scoundrel had caused her to age overnight. I
greeted her as she sat down.

"Kelvin I've been up all night thinking of how to destroy my husband and I came up with only one
solution."

"I'm listening ma."

"I'm going to expose him to the church on Sunday."

"Expose him? How?"

"It is simple. I'm going to make the whole church witness what you and I saw last night."

Wow. Mummy was going harder than I thought. I was expecting confrontation and maybe a silent
divorce. Involving the whole church was big.

"On Sunday, I want you to be in charge of media projections. When he is preaching, you will play
that video so that everyone will see him for the devil that he is."

I was in support of bringing Daddy down but replaying that video with him and Kiki was going to
shake the church. It was going to hurt more than one person. I decided to reason with Mummy.

"Mummy, pls hear me out. I'm all for whatever you want to do, but I'll advise you not to replay that
video in front of the church on Sunday."

"Why?"

The reason was simple and I explained. Kiki was on that clip and she was the daughter of pastor
Sam. If it were a stranger, I would have encouraged her to expose him that way. But this was
more than Daddy alone and it could hurt more people.
"Kelvin, it is better they are hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie. They need to see him for who
he really is, a crazy hypocrite."

"Why don't you try confronting him first?"

"I have Kelvin. You think this is the 1st time? He is probably sleeping with all the young girls in the
church. I've confronted him before and he beat me up. You weren't a member then, but I was
admitted in the hospital and he told the church I was attacked by robbers."

I was in shock listening to what Mummy was saying. Daddy wasn't only a cheating bastard, he
also assaulted Mummy when he could. Another thing struck me, Mummy saying this wasn't the
first and only girl he had been with in the church. I felt so sorry for Mummy.

"Why do you think I wanted a foolproof evidence? So I can nail him with it and get out of that
destructive sham of a marriage."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, I thought it was a new thing." I took another sip of my
drink.

"Last night, when he got in, I asked why he took time after service had ended. He said he was in
communication with God. Can you imagine such blasphemy.

"In communication with Kiki's bosom rather." I smiled as I said it, but it wasn't funny. There was
nothing funny about the whole issue.

"Ok ma. I will do as you've asked. I will go in on Saturday after they've prepared the slides for
Sunday and programme the video so that it will be looped in as Daddy starts to preach. I really
don't want anyone to know I'm involved."

"That is fine by me. Thank you once again and expect another alert from me."

"You don't have to pay me ma, this one is on the house."

"God bless you Kelvin."

She got up to take her leave and I could see the determination on her face. If she wanted to
expose daddy, I would help her do it. Luckily, the cam still had about 7 hours of battery power. I
would check in every evening to see if I could get more proof for Mummy.

Sunday was going to be hot. Daddy was in for a rude awakening. His days of cheating and hitting
Mummy were about to be over. Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman.
[6/3, 10:21 PM] MARTIN MARTINO: The Pastor's Wife

Chapter 10

Saturday was usually my favorite day of the week. Firstly, it meant no work and secondly, more
home time with Sandra. She also didn't work on Saturday, and apart from the usual choir meeting
that came by 5pm, we usually spent the whole day together. But as I woke up from sleep, I had a
niggling feeling that this Saturday was about to be different.

It started with power issues. As early as 7am, I realized my prepaid meter had run out of units. I
had to go out to purchase more units. As I got back, I saw Sandra talking animatedly over the
phone. I gave her time and space to conclude the phone call and when she was through, she
walked into the bedroom.

"Baby, that was Kate on the phone. She wants us to come for the meeting by 3pm, instead of
5pm."

"Why would she want that?" I asked, expressing my disappointment. The plan was to spend at
least 8 hours with Sandra before the church meeting.

"Babe, you know how Kate is. If she wants us by 3pm, I don't have much option."

She was right. Kate was the head usher and Mummy's deputy. She seemed to wield more power
than Mummy herslf and if she wanted something done a certain way, it had to be done that way.

"Ok honey. I hope you dismiss earlier. I don't want to be all alone by myself for long. I need you
today." I leaned in to kiss her and she kissed me back......

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Sandra left for church a few minutes after 2pm because she wanted to beat traffic and arrive on
time. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to map out a strategy of how to infiltrate the media
department and loop my video with the slides to be used tomorrow in church.

Obinna, my fellow media guy, was in charge of preparing tomorrow's slides. Normally, whomever
was in charge of the slides usually came in by 5pm, collected the scripture readings from Daddy
and retire to the media room for slide preparations. On a good day, it usually took 30 minutes to 1
hour to prepare.
I decided to go in by 6:30pm. I estimated that by that time, Obinna would have finished preparing
his slides and taken his leave. Most importantly, I had to ensure I wasn't seen by anyone that
would connect the shit storm that was going to happen on Sunday to me. I looked at the clock
again and it was still 2:30pm. I had about 4 hours to get ready.

I opened the video of Kiki and Daddy to edit properly. I did not want to do it, but if I was going to
expose pastors Sam's only child, I was going to make sure the church won't have anything against
the quality of the video. I launched my Adobe Premier Pro program on my laptop and got to work
immediately. I was able to adjust the color and manipulate the camera angles to highlight Kiki's
good side. At the end of the editing, I played the video again and it was indeed a good job.

I had used an hour and 30 minutes on the editing and decided to shower. I was about to step into
the bathroom when my phone vibrated. I checked the caller ID and like i guessed, it was Mummy
calling. She probablywanted to remind me of the video. I picked up and a strange voice came over
the phone.

"Good evening sir." The voice said whispering.

"Yea good evening, who is this?"

"Is this Kelvin?"

"Yes it is Kelvin. Who is this pls and where is the owner of the phone?"

"Kelvin can you hear me?"

"Yes, who is this?" I was beginning to get annoyed. Where was Mummy and who was this person?

"Kelvin, I'm a nurse at Charitas Medical Center at Guzape, please come as soon as you can, Mrs
Davidson has been admitted here and she asked me to call you."

"Ok." I said, struggling to control my heightened emotions, "I'll be on my way soon."

_______________________________

I knew Charitas Medical Center very well. It was one of the biggest hospitals in abuja and on my
way there, I thought of the many reasons why Mummy would be admitted. I prayed it was nothing
serious and also prayed that Daddy wasn't responsible. If he was in any way responsible, I wasn't
just going to expose him via video, I was going to let the church know that he was a violent mad
man that preyed on his wife.
Getting to the hospital, I was reminded why the hospital was one of the biggest and close to the
best in Abuja. The protocol was very annoying and 30 minutes later, I was yet to see Mummy. I
called her number severally and no one picked. I approached the receptionist and decided to try
one last time.

"Excuse me, I've been here for the past 30 minutes. I want to see Mrs Davidson." There was no
need calling her Mummy, only the church members knew of such name.

"Are you family, because I have instructions that only Mrs Davidson's immediate family be granted
access to her room."

I left the receptionist stand because I knew no matter what I said from this point, I won't be granted
access to her ward. I went back to the lobby and sat on the empty available chair present. Daddy
must have been responsible for passing that order and sadly, Charitas was too big for me to start
a room to room search. I tried Mummy's number again and no one picked. Since I couldn't be
useful, I decided to head to the church to loop in the video I had previously edited. If I left now, I
would be in church before 6:30pm.

As I got up to exit the hospital, a call came in. It was from Mummy. I picked instantly and it was the
nurse that called earlier. I walked out for a more private conversation.

"I'm sorry I missed your calls, I was attending to another patient. Are you in the hospital now?"

"Yes. I've been in the lounge for at least 45 minutes and the receptionist has refused to grant me
access."

"That is because Mr Davidson gave strict instructions that no one be allowed to see her." I felt cold
as she said that. How on hell will he deny a sick woman company?

"So how do I see her now, because I have an appointment elsewhere."

"Go the the side of the building, you'll see a door marked Emergency Entrance. I will be waiting for
you there."

As soon as she cut the call, I all but ran to the side she described and there she stood, waiting to
grant me the access I so desired. She received my greetings and warned me to put my head
down at all times to avoid being seen by anyone important. We walked to the elevator and after a
few seconds we got in. She took us to the top floor and stated that it was were VIPs were kept. In
this case, it meant Very Important Patients. I was blown away by the design and interior decor of
the floor we got off on. Everything screamed class and even the smell wasn't like those regular
hospitals that had the stink of death. Suddenly, I felt like this was a hotel and Mummy was just
resting.

Then we got to room 12B, entered and I came crashing down to reality. Mummy was lying on the
bed, looking like someone that barely survived a train accident. She had so machines hooked to
her and the closer I got, the more she looked worse. I didn't know when tears started dropping
from my eyes. It looked like she was sleeping and when I grabbed her hand, her eyes slowing
opened. She winced in pain and I wanted to hit something.

I looked at the nurse who was still standing behind me. What happened? Who was the mad
person that did this? She refused to say anything and I looked at Mummy to answer.

"Is it Daddy?" I asked. Everywhere was silent and only the sounds from the beeping machines
could be heard.

Mummy squeezed my hand and nodded, thereby confirming my worst fears - Daddy had done this
to to her.

I freed myself from Mummy and walked to the nurse.

"How extensive are the injuries?"

"Well, they are quite extensive. She suffered from multiple rib fracture, about 4 ribs were broken.
She has air in her chest region, signifying a puncture in the lung. There's also blood in her chest,
which is why the doctor passed that tube," pointing to her chest region, "to drain it."

"Oh my God. How is this even possible?" I asked no one in particular.

"Those are the most extensive injuries for now. The multiple skin contusions is consistent with
being pushed from a height and she was punched severely in the face, hence the eye
ecchymosis. Her nasal bridge was also fractured, but it has been put in place by the plastic
surgeon."

I stopped listening at pushed from a height and sat on the couch close to me. Daddy had done this
to his wife and mother of his kids. There was nothing on this earth that could justify his reasons. I
stood and went back to Mummy's bedside.

"He's going to pay for this Mummy. I promise you that. I'm going to play the video tomorrow for
everyone to see and I will send it to every blogger alive, local and international. And when I'm
done, I will report him to the police for doing this to you. He will spend the rest of his life in jail, that
is if the church members don't kill him first."
Mummy reached for my hand and squeezed it hard then she whispered,

"No Kelvin, you won't."

It felt like I was partially deaf and looked at her sharply.

"What?"

"Kelvin, you are going to let this go."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Let what go? Maybe Daddy had hit Mummy too hard on the
head. Here I was thinking she would be planning a more systematic and precise revenge but she
was asking me to let it go.

"What am I letting go?"

"Everything Kelvin. Delete the videos," she paused to breathe from the oxygen pipe that was fixed
to her nose, "forget about any form of exposure and when possible, take those cams away from
his office."

"Why would you ask me to do that? After all he has done to you. After this," my eye travelled the
whole length of her body.

"Kelvin, I confronted him about kiki without the video and he did this to me. Imagine what he would
do if everything came out. He would kill us both."

"He wouldn't dare. Are you kidding me?" I was screaming now. What was wrong with Mummy?
Maybe the drugs were messing with her.

"Kelvin stop and look at me. This is only a fraction of what he is capable of doing. I could live with
him hurting me, but if anything happens to you, I would not be able to live with myself. Pls grant
me this last wish."

The hurt I felt was replaced with rage. I looked at Mummy and from the bluish discolored eye
region, I could see the fear in her eyes. She was genuinely scared of Daddy. Unfortunately for her
I wasn't. But I promised to let things go. It wasn't in me to cry more than the bereaved. If she
wanted to live this way, it was her life. I was going to do as she asked and finally mind my
business. But I promised myself one thing, I was never going to step my feet into His Eminence
worship center again and I was going to take Sandra with me. It was the least I could do to silence
my conscience.
After I had promised Mummy, the drugs kicked in again and she slept off. The nurse excused
herself and gave me 10 minutes to wrap things and leave. I made sure Mummy was covered
properly, but before I did, I brought out my phone and took some shots of Mummy. One day, she
would come to her senses and would need every ammunition in her arsenal to defeat Daddy and
this was going to help. After taking multiple pictures at different angles, I quietly exited the room,
closing the door behind me.

As I walked to my car, it felt like this night was too much for me to handle. I needed to blow some
steam and get alot of things off my chest. It was almost 7pm, Sandra was supposed to be done
from church. I called her but she didn't pick. Maybe it was still on silent. I needed to see her,
confide in her about everything and also blow some steam through sex. Since she wasn't
available, I called the next best person, Charles.

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Charles asked me to meet him at Eminado bar and it sounded like a pretty good alternative. I
would tell him everything and drink some alcohol to dissipate the rage and pain I was feeling. I got
there after 15 minutes and from the look of his table, he was just getting started.

I ordered a bottle of Jameson and asked for ice. I hadn't taken alcohol since I started worshipping
with Daddy and Mummy, but tonight, I was going to drink myself to liberation.

Charles was visibly shocked and after gulping down a full glass, he tapped my shoulder.

"Kevvo, is everything ok at home?I thought Chapman was your choice of drink."

"That was the old Kevv man, this new Kevv is drinking Jameson tonight."

"Well long may it continue, my friend. So what is wrong, you sounded pretty upset on the phone."

I took another swing of the Jameson and when the liquor courage kicked in, I broke down and
spilled everything to Charles. I started from the Sunday I had contact with Mummy to the day my
cams caught Daddy and Kiki, up until Mummy being in the hospital.

"Kelvin, nah, you are shitting me. This is quite unbelievable."

"Yea man, it is. But I have videos and pictures."

I brought out my phone and showed him the clip of Kiki and Daddy, I also showed him the pictures
I took of Mummy, beaten up and broken. He was shocked, especially at that of Kiki. He too knew
she was Pastor Sam's daughter.
"Have you told any other person about this?"

"No, you're the first. Why?"

"Kelvin, looks like you learnt nothing from Cardiff. How were you able to convince yourself to get in
the middle of this kind of shit? You have forgotten the phrase, see no evil, hear no evil and speak
no evil?"

"I'm not sure it works in this case, but how can you ask me to have looked away, she needed my
help."

"Kelvin, your daddy/mummy issues and your saviour complex will not get you killed one day. You
could have been that woman lying in the hospital, or worse, in the morgue, dead. Pls stop putting
yourself in issues that don't concern you and learn to simply mind your business."

"You wouldn't understand fam, Mummy..."

"Is not your mummy pls." He said, cutting me off.

"I for one supports what the woman said. Delete everything and do not go back to that hospital
again. Thank God you weren't more involved than this."

He made a bit of sense. I was only in it to help get justice for Mummy, but maybe because it was
the same way my biological mother was treated by my daddy. Well, Daddy was going to get
whatever he deserved someday, unless there was no God. He would one day insert his sim card
into a phone and at the end, it will remain stuck. That was my prayer for him. Charles signalled the
barman to get us more ice.

"So badman, those cams you brought really work? I thought you were crazy for bringing them
back."

"Yea, it works like crazy and to be honest, it even delivers more than I expected."

"You have to make me your business partner, let me help sell it to men and women that need to
catch their partners in the act. We could set up a PI agency, since you've turned detective."

We both laughed out loud and it felt good to have gotten all that off my chest. I opened the app
and showed him, he was also into app design and we started to discuss how we could make the
app more intuitive and the interface more user friendly.
"Ok Kevv, the cams connected still have battery power right?"

"Yea, about 6 hours left. We also have to look for a way to get it to 24 hours, 10 hours is quite
small."

"Let's run it live now, let me look out for glitches."

I put the cam on and Daddy's office came into view. Both offices were empty. I expected it to be.
The camera in the main office panned the room and Charles was able to point out the blindspots
and promised to work on it to give it a comprehensive 360 view.

I relaxed as he kept studying the otherwise empty feed in search of more glitches. I took another
gulp full of my drink and told him I wanted to use the convenience. Apparently, the drink had gone
straight to my bladder. I stepped out, found the convenience and released myself. I took a long
look at the mirror and realized I was getting drunk, it was a bit blurred. I washed my hands, rinsed
my face and set out back to our table.

On my way back, I saw Charles staring at me in a funny way, with his mouth wide open and my
phone on the table. It looked like he was in some form of shock. I walked hurriedly and asked him
if he was okay. He shook his head slowly and handed me my phone.

The otherwise empty feed now had two people on screen. I looked closely because it was kind of
blurry. I wiped my eyes and looked again. Yes, that was Daddy, caressing a half dressed but well
shaped female. Well that was no longer my business. I made to drop my phone and continue
drinking but Charles was still staring at me.

"Guy why you dey look me like that na, na so the man dey do all the time."

"Don't look at him, look at the woman he is with."

I sat down and looked at the feed again. He had replaced his hands with his mouth and I smiled
and had to pause smiling after a while because I realized the beautiful breast looked very familiar.
With a tight contraction in my chest, I looked up to the face. That was when I felt the world spin
and passed out.

[6/3, 10:22 PM] MARTIN MARTINO: The Pastor's Wife

Chapter 11

It started with SHOCK & DENIAL.

As I was helped off the floor by Charles and the bar man after I had passed out, the consensus
was that I had been numbed by disbelief. There was no how that was my Sandra with Daddy. It
wasn't possible. Like this was the same Sandra that convinced me with all the trust a relationship
could muster, that she wasn't frolicking with Daddy. Now, she was about to let Daddy devour her
with reckless abandon.

"Oga, shey you don dey okay, abi make I still pour you water for face?" the waiter asked.

"It's ok. No pour am again. His eyes don clear." Charles replied.

"Kelvin pull yourself together, let's go." To the waiter he said, "How much be your money?"

"Na 3500 sir."

Charles brought out his wallet and paid him. He grabbed my phone from the table and my car keys
too. He wanted to reach out for me, but I halted him. I could stand and walk myself.

With each step I took, I felt the pain in my chest. At a point, I had to lean on the railings of the
staircase to support myself. The more steps I took, I became more overwhelmed. At the foot of the
stair, I couldn't take any step further. I crumpled to the floor and begged it to open and swallow
me. Anything to escape this pain I was feeling. But the floor did no such thing and I sat still on it,
feeling sorrier for myself.

Charles reached for my shoulder and shook me. I was sure the sight I displayed was very pathetic
to say the very least, but there was nothing I could do. It was either that or death and although
death sounded like the perfect escape, I wasn't ready to join my mum in the great beyond.

"Kelvin, get up. As you are here feeling helpless, that your church pastor is knacking your babe.
Guy stand up let us go."

He was right, I needed to coordinate my feelings. I got up and eventually walked to the car. He
wanted to drive me home, but I politely refused. He had also driven to the bar and taking me home
meant his car would remain here. I didn't want to put him through that ordeal and if I was being
truthful, my house was the last place I wanted to be.

I collected my phone and car key from him. The indecision was clear on his face but I convinced
him I could drive myself. I had only lost my girl of 8 months, I wasn't going to kill myself to feel
better. He eventually agreed and let me go. He also got into his own car and I honked as I drove
off.

I had barely moved 100 meters when I felt my chest constrict again. My mind had involuntarily
wandered to the clip I saw before passing out and it felt like I was having a severe heart attack.
Breathing was difficult and I felt myself going faint again. I parked immediately, opened my door
and let the strong breeze rush into my car. I took a deep breathe and calmed myself down. It was
only a panic attack, nothing I couldn't handle. I sat back in the car, brought out my phone and
opened the app to stream the feed that started it all.

If I was heartbroken by Daddy, the image showing now was enough to make me suicidal. Sandra
was riding Daddy on our own very sex position. I wanted to hit something so badly, I ended up
punching my steering wheel and it honked loudly.

She was screaming and moaning at the same time. It was very obvious that I wasn't in the same
league as Daddy. If my sex game was 15, his was a 100. Even at age 55. I guess that was why he
was into fitness and all, to build stamina. The way he was able to lift her up, turn her and all
without breaking a sweat had me green with envy.

And then it hit me, Mummy was right. He was probably doing this to all the young girls in the
church. To what purpose, I was yet to find out. I checked to see that it was recording and it very
well was. I was going to bring down Daddy, I just didn't know how yet, but I would.

Charles call briefly interrupted the feed and I was grateful for that. I picked and he said he had
reached home and wanted to find out if I was already home. I told him I was, to make him relax
and also told him i would call him the next day. After he had ended the call, the feed came back
up. Daddy and Sandra were just about to reach orgasm and from the look on her face and the
sound of her voice, it was so clear that she had been faking it with me. Taking a closer look, I
realized they didn't also use any form of protection. That was when the tears I had been holding
back finally came to surface.

I broke down and wept.

After crying, I realized I was now angry. The shock and denial phase had passed and i was in the
second stage of grief. I was very mad at Sandra, and my anger was because I had done nothing
to deserve this humiliation from her. I loved her more than I loved myself, respected her, paid her
bills and was ready to spend the rest of my life with her. Since I had been with her, I have never
for once looked outside in search of another woman. I was loyal to a fault, did everything she
asked of me, including attending church for her. What else could I have done to expect the same
treatment? Life was indeed unfair. Maybe if I had cheated on her or treated her badly, she
wouldn't have done this.

I turned on my ignition, dried my tears and drove home. I was considering going to a hotel, but I
wasn't going to leave my house for Sandra. I was going to go home and sleep on my bed. No
unfaithful cheat was going to keep me from it.
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I got home a little after 10pm and realized Sandra wasn't home yet. I parked my car and thanked
God for bringing me home safely. I got into my house with my key, opened the door, got rid of my
clothes and went straight into the bathroom to shower. I got into the shower tray and put on the
shower, releasing hot water from the shower teeth to my body. I felt it slowly, from my head to my
torso and it certainly was like I was washing away every memory of Sandra. Rinsing her scent and
betrayal off my body.

The turning of the door knob alerted me to the fact that Sandra was back. I didn't know how I was
going to play it with her but I knew it wouldn't be wise to confront her head on with what I knew
because the bigger play was Daddy. I decided to man up and play it cool. And secondly, if she had
lied to me once, chances are she would do it again.

I came out of the bathroom as she was stripping her clothes away.

"Hey baby," she said, looking up.

"Hey." I couldn't bring myself to call her any term of endearment.

"Hope you didn't use up the hot water, the weather is quite cold."

"No I didn't. How was church?"

"Church was hectic as usual love. You don't know how lucky you are that you don't have to go in
everyday."

I almost scoffed at her. Hectic my foot. It was rather the intense ***** from Daddy that was hectic.

"So sorry. What happened in church today? Anything new?" I asked, to see how deep her lies
were rooted.

"Baby, nothing new. We did the choir practice, I'm leading tomorrow. And I had some chores to
run for Daddy. Mummy didn't come, so I was also delegated the role of handling sister's meeting
tomorrow, so I had to go over the notes."

"What type of chores did you run for Daddy and why didn't Mummy come?"

"The usual PA stuff. I don't know why Mummy didn't come but I heard Daddy call a hospital with
regards to her. Maybe she is sick. Kelvin are you ok? You don't sound well."

I smiled. She called having sexual relations with the head pastor of our church, the usual PA stuff.
And while Mummy was laying battered and bruised in the hospital, she was doing the usual PA
stuff for Daddy. That was quite a convenient term for adultery.

She walked to where I sat, unclad, and for the first time, nothing stirred. She felt my head and
announced I was burning. I was disgusted by her touching me with the same hand she had used
to stroke Daddy earlier. I felt nauseous but held myself. The idea was to play it cool. She bent to
kiss my head and suggested I had malaria, only if she knew it was a physiological manifestation of
my rage.

"After service tomorrow, we should go get you to a hospital. I don't want my baby sick."

I nodded and she went into the bathroom. She didn't have to worry. I wasn't going to be 'sick' like
Mummy. I was not helpless and I had the necessary ammunition to help myself.
_________________________

As she slept, I got up from the bed we had shared for almost eight months and reached for her
phone. I never wanted access to her phone before because of the blind trust and love I had for
her, but with the recent events that unfolded, it was only fair for me to do it.

Her phone was fingerprint locked, so I gently reached for her right hand and unlocked it. I took the
phone to the sitting room and browsed through it. Sandra was quite a heavy sleeper, so I wasn't
scared of her accosting me. And if she did, it would eventually be the opening I sought.

I went to her message inbox and searched for any conversation between her and Daddy. I found it
almost immediately and it was a mess. Same as her WhatsApp conversations. He wasn't only
sleeping with her, he was gifting her money recovered from tithe and offerings. I suddenly felt bad
for giving God 10 percent of my salary every month. The more I read, the more I discovered that
all the times I thought she was at work, she was either being serviced by Daddy or taking food to
him. She didnt even have the decency to delete the messages after.

I went to her gallery and saw the nude pictures she had sent him and others on lingerie. Lingerie I
bought her. It even hurt more to realize she had never sent me any of these pictures. I opened
another folder and saw multiple pictures of her naked self and for the first time, I was angry at
God.

Daddy had it all. A good wife, beautiful children, a successful business enterprise and an ever
growing church. He also had a wonderful physique and was an eye candy, I had once described
him as a Roman warrior. No wonder the ladies wanted him. I was denied the great pleasure of
knowing he didn't have it all.

I sent the pictures and evidence of their fiesty affair to my phone. I went through more messages
and came across one where she described me to her friend as someone she was using to pass
time. At that precise moment, I knew scum had a gender and it was women.
_____________________

I returned Sandra's phone and went back to the sitting room. There was no way I was going to
share a bed with that Devil. She was even smiling as she slept, perhaps reminiscing the evil she
had done earlier. I honestly couldn't wait to take her down with her Daddy.

Mummy had asked me to drop everything and I was willing to, until I found out I was also involved.
The only thing holding me back was Pastor Sam, because Kiki was implicated in the video I had.

An image of Sandra and Daddy came back to mind and I pushed Pastor Sam to the back of my
mind. Mummy was right, it was better to hurt him with the truth than comfort him with a lie.

I would skip church tomorrow and meet Charles. Together, we will cook up a storm that would
bury that sodom and gomorrah called church. Daddy and Sandra won't know what hit them. I'll let
them know that hell hath no fury like a man whose girlfriend is sleeping with his pastor.

I brought out my phone and texted Charles to come by 9am. Sandra had thought I was sick, but I
was not. I was beyond scorned and I was going to burn them all, so help me God .
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Chapter 12

The alarm clock rang out loud and it signaled two things. First, it was 5am on Sunday morning and
secondly, it was also time for me to wake Sandra up because she was a deep sleeper and the
loud cry of the clock couldn't penetrate her sleepy state. It was the cycle every Sunday, but this
Sunday, I ended it. After the events of yesterday, I deserved a break from being a human alarm
clock. If she liked, she could sleep till 11am. That was on her, not me.

I stretched a bit as I got up from the couch in the sitting room and from the groan that escaped my
lips, it was obvious that this was one act that shouldn't be repeated. I needed to get Sandra out of
my bed, house and life in general. The only problem was I didn't know how to go about it.

Pushing the door slightly open, I walked into the bedroom and my eyes rested on her. Her
innocent look while she slept would leave even the most serial cheat reconsidering his actions. But
the table was turned and she was the cheat in question. I wanted to reach out and scratch her
face. Maybe if I scarred her a bit, the pain I would cause her would make me feel a bit better. I
pulled by hands back to my side, my mother had taught me better. Sandra would definitely get
what she deserved.
Since I had withdrawn my membership from His Eminence worship center, there was nothing left
for me to do than to go back to bed. Charles would be coming by 9am and that was more than 3
hours away. So, I walked to the other side of the bed, lowered myself to it, making sure I didn't
disturb the sleeping, cheating beauty and shut my eyes.

___________________________

The silence that accompanied my sleep was shattered by a piercing sound that made me jump
from my bed. Sandra was up and screaming loudly.

"Hey, stop screaming, stop na."

She barely looked at me and jumped off the bed, dashing into the bathroom. I looked at my phone
and the realization of the time made me smile. It was 8:45am. Deputy Mummy GO was late to
church. Seeing her scrambling was fulfilling.

"Babe are you not coming to church?" She asked as soon as she realized I wasn't scrambling with
her.

"Nah, I'm still sick. I will have to miss today's own".

"Are you sure you won't come like that? Then Daddy can lay his hands on you after service."

I scoffed, intentionally showing my contempt. Lay hands on who? If I was dying and could only be
saved by a touch from his hands, I would rather cross into the afterlife.

"I'll be fine. I just need to rest."

"Ok baby. I have to go now, I'm very late. I'll pray for you." She said, bending down to kiss me. I
almost ducked but I changed my mind in the last minute.

Barely 30 minutes after she left, I heard the soft knock on my door. Charles was around.

"Guy what's up. How did you sleep with that girl in the same house?" He asked after he had taken
a seat.

"Man, it was the hardest thing ever. I even slept here." I said, touching the couch we were seated
on.

"Guy you're strong o. I swear, I was up all night, waiting for your call. I was expecting you to call
me to come and help bury a body. Because if I were in your shoes, i would have killed her."
I laughed despite the way i was feeling. I hadn't killed her, but by the time i would be done with
her, she would wish i did.

"So guy, what is this elaborate plan you have that will shake the world?"

It wasn't a plan per say, barely different ideas that needed deliberation. I told him what I had done
with Kiki's video and planned to do the same with Sandra's. I was also going to loop in Mummy's
pictures and see if I could get a statement from her. After that, I was going to release it to all the
media houses in Nigeria and to everyone in the church.

"Hmmmm, sounds like a good plan, but it needs a little refining."

"How so?"

"First, you do not want them to know the leakage came from you."

But that was the whole point. I wanted that scum daddy and Sandra to know it was me. I wanted
them to feel the same pain I and Mummy felt. I wanted them to know this was revenge for all the
outrageous things that they had done. I didn't want to leave them guessing and I said as much to
Charles.

"Kevin, I feel your pain, but you need to think with your head and not your heart. Look at these
pictures," he showed me Mummy's battered pictures before continuing, "A man that could do that
to his wife and mother of his kids, can you imagine for a second what he would do to you?"

He was right. If news got out that I was responsible for his downfall, anything could happen. Only
that in this case, I wasn't afraid. I had the ammunition I needed in my arsenal and I was ready to
go in guns blazing. Charles was supposed to be an added voice of reason, but I didn't like this
particular line of thought.

"So what are you now suggesting Charles."

"Hear me out bro."

I listened as he spoke. First, he wanted me to find a way to get those Nanny cams out of Daddy's
office. He didn't want anyone tracing it back to me. He also suggested I consider spoofing my IP
address before releasing the videos to any one through the internet. The spoofing technique would
help hide my identity, rendering me anonymous. I also needed to inform Mummy of my plan and
beg her to keep me anonymous. She was another weak link that could mess things up if I wasn't
careful. Then to Pastor Sam, out of respect for him, I was going to inform him too. I owed him that
much. Then as for Sandra, I was going to keep pretending till the video leaked and kick her out as
well.

All Charles said made sense and I was happy I had invited him to brainstorm with me. Everything
he had suggested was doable and the only difficulty I was going to encounter was from getting the
nanny cams out and pretending with Sandra until the video leaked. But if I could successfully be a
private investigator for Mummy, I could as well be an award winning actor for Sandra.

The only problem left was getting the nanny cams out. Mummy had put them in herself and she
would have been the best person to get them out, only she was hooked to several machines in the
hospital. This was going to be tricky because I had to get them when there was no one in the
premise and that never happened. There was always someone on the church ground and I would
need a foolproof explanation if I was caught entering or exiting Daddy's office.

I alerted Charles to my predicament. There was no way I was simply going to waltz in and out of
Daddy's office with the cams without getting caught. Charles disagreed. We only needed to think
smarter.

"Guy, he's always in the church premise. The first to come and go. That is his daily bread."

"Can't you get it after he is gone?"

"Then I will have to explain to the security guards why I'm still around after Daddy has left. And
bear in mind that it would still be suspicious and I would eventually be reported to Daddy."

"So how did she put it in successfully?"

"She must have set it up the only time he wasn't in the office."

And then the idea came to me.

____________________________

The only time Daddy wasn't in his office was when he was preaching. I and Charles were on our
way to the church. It was a simple but brilliant idea. If I was ever going to get the cam out, I had to
do it now, when he was delivering his Sunday sermon.

The plan was very simple. Charles would drive me to church, pass the gate, but instead of
branching to the main auditorium, he would drive on the complex that housed Daddy's office, just
behind the church. Since Daddy would be on the pulpit preaching, Charles would remain in the car
and be on the lookout. I on the other hand, would enter the office, grab both cameras and exit
immediately.

The plan went smoothly. We got to church at about 11am. The security guard on duty let us pass
without a fuss. As we wheeled in, I could hear Daddy's voice from the external speakers, he was
already preaching. Charles kept driving until we reached the complex. I alighted from the vehicle
and left him with only one instruction - call me once you sight anyone.

I all but ran to Daddy's office. As I turned the door knob, it obeyed and I mouthed thanks to the
heavens. I pushed the door open and walked in. I looked round the office, for the position Mummy
had placed the first cam. I discovered it and yanked it from the top shelf it was nested on. One
dokwn, one to go.

The second door was well hidden behind the curtain but I wasn't fooled. I pushed it open and
walked in. It was darker than the outside office and had a funny smell. I realised that was the after
sex smell of Daddy and Sandra and my chest started to pain me. Instead of grabbing the cam, I let
the pain consume me and I slid to the floor, groaning in the process.

The memory of last night came to me and I was filled with rage again. I felt the urge to destroy the
whole room but I calmed myself. This was not why I was here. Some minutes passed and I got up
from the floor. I reached for the second cam, taking one long last look at the room and walked out.

I closed the door, walked to the main entrance and was about to reach for the knob when it turned
on it's own. I froze.

When I was making the plan, I didn't prepare for this contingency. Getting caught wasn't part of the
plan. But here I was, with 2 spy cameras in my possession about to be caught. I inhaled sharply
as the door was pushed open.

"Kelvin," the intruder called out, "what are you doing here?"

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Chapter 13

"Kelvin," pastor Sam shouted, after I had ignored his earlier question.

"Sir." I replied.

We stood looking at each other for a while, and I knew if I said nothing, another person might walk
into us in Daddy's office.
"Did the cat get your tongue? What are you doing here and what's that underneath your arm." He
said, pointing at the nanny cam I was carrying.

There was no time to explain everything to him. I could hear the shout of praise God from the
church auditorium and if I wasn't mistaken, the church sermon would soon be over. If I decided to
explain what I was doing here to pastor Sam, I was indirectly giving Daddy the license to catch me
too. I looked him straight into his eyes and started.

'Sir, I've never lied to you before, have I?"

"No Kelvin, and I hope you don't start now."

"Sir, I'm going to ask you to trust me and give me the benefit of doubt, I will explain everything to
you tomorrow in the office."

"Kelvin?"

"I promise you sir," I said, reaching for the door, "It will all make sense when I tell you. Please, I
have to go now."

He let me drag the door open and didn't ask anymore questions and I could feel his eyes on my
back as I ran from the office to my car.

Charles was about to bombard me with a tirade of questions as soon as I had climbed in, but I
held up my right hand to halt him. I put the nanny cams I had escaped successfully with behind my
car seat and I released the air I was holding in all this time. I quickly did the sign of the cross and
asked Charles to get on with it.

As we drove towards the gate, he looked at me and asked if I was okay.

"Mahn, I ran into pastor Sam as I was about to leave the office. I'm still shook, it could have been
anybody. You were supposed to be on the lookout."

"Well, he didn't come from this side, I would have seen him. So what did you tell him?"

"I told him I would explain to him tomorrow. I hope he is not going to say anything about me in
Daddy's office to anyone."

We reached the gate and were allowed to pass almost immediately.

"So what is your plan for releasing the clips?"

"I will edit it some more once I get home and I'll send it to you once I'm done. I'll also forward all
the email addresses of the church members and some bloggers I've worked with."

"When do you want it released?"

"As soon as I'm done talking to pastor Sam."

We got to my house about 15 minutes later and Charles left almost immediately. He needed to go
home to work on the IP address and I had some work to do too. Also, Sandra would soon be
home soon. I didn't want them running into each other.

______________________________

I had just finished editing the videos, when Sandra used the key I had given her to open the door.
She walked straight to where I was seated and kissed my forehead. I made an attempt at smiling
and failed. She reached into her bag, brought out a white handkerchief and placed it on the
previously kissed forehead.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Ssshhhhh baby. Daddy prayed on this handkerchief and asked us to lay it on the sick. By the
virtue of his word as the minister of God, you shall be healed."

She pressed the handkerchief as if to leave an imprint and she told me to hold on to it, that she
would be back soon. Then she walked away, into the bedroom.

As soon she left me, I removed the disgusting piece of thrash from my forehead and threw it to the
floor. A week ago, I would have even soaked the material in water and drunk from it. But now, all I
saw were devices of the devil and there was no way in hell I was going to let myself be used as a
channel. I stepped on it a few times and only stopped when she came out again. This time, she
was stark naked.

Damn, Sandra had a great body. One of the sexiest things I've ever laid eyes on. Everything that
was created to stand was standing and those that were meant to be curved were sumptuously
curved. Sandra was indeed created on a public holiday.

She reached for me, knelt between my spread legs, grabbed my shirt and started unbuttoning it.
Before I could protest, she had snapped it open. Sandra didn't come to play. As soon as she tore
my shirt open, her hand grazed the soft but curly hair on my chest. Her hand trailed the hairs down
and she stopped just by the belly buttone.
I pulled her from the floor and nestled her just on top of me. Her body was calling mine and it was
designed by God to answer. As soon as my fingers flickered, the memory of that night came back
to me and subconsciously, I gently pushed her off my body.

She tried to get on me again but I used my right hand to hold her off.

"Sandra pls wait, I have a blinding headache now. Just relax first."

"Darling, let me take the headache away." She said, reaching for junior from the jeans and I
quickly stopped her with my left hand. If junior liked, he could nod his head away from my body.
There was no way I was going to defile myself with Sandra again. Although this flesh was weak, I
was going to bolster it with my mental strength.

"Sandra, another time. I really can't. I'm so tired now and I feel myself burning up again."

"Kelvin, faith without works is dead. I've brought Daddy's handkerchief for you, let us put in the
work to complete your miracle."

I felt disgusted hearing her quote bible scriptures through her evil lips. I winced as I remembered
that I had just feasted on them and made a mental not to brush properly and drink olive oil later.
She started to unbuckle my belt.

"Sandra," I said on a very final note, "not today please. I just can't."

She saw the seriousness on my face and withdrew her hands. I could sense the unhappiness
creeping up and it made me smile. It may not be the elaborate revenge I was planning, but
denying her my body felt like a win.

She got up, grabbed her anointed handkerchief and stormed into the room. Thirty minutes later,
she came out, all dressed.

"Kelvin, I have to go back to church, I'm hosting sister's meeting in the absence of Mummy."

Hmmmm, frolicking with Daddy was now called sister's meeting. Suddenly, I wished I hadn't
removed the cams, so I could record more clips for the internet.

"Ok. Till you get back."

She left and I got back to my laptop and sent the clips to Charles. It was a work of art and not like
all those poorly shot pornographic videos. This one would have nollywood banging on my door.
After sending it, Charles confirmed receipt. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to go visit Mummy.
Daddy was out of the way with Sandra and I was sure no one had been in to check on her. I also
wanted to inform her of the current situation on ground. Daddy was going to be exposed, with or
without her permission.

____________________________

I got to the hospital a little after 4pm. It was still very busy and it was like there was no shortage of
sick people. I laughed and wished Sandra would bring her anointed handkerchief here to test its
potency.

I walked to the side of the hospital and got behind the reception through the emergency entrance. I
got to the elevator and in a few minutes, I found myself heading to the top floor, the VIP ward. I
was careful not to be noticed by anyone and I was putting on a face cap to conceal my identity.

The coast was clear as soon I got off, to the VIP ward. I got to Mummy's room. She was awake
and asked me to walk in when I knocked.

From the smile on her face, I could tell she was pleasantly surprised to see me and if I wasn't
wrong, no one had been in to see her, not even Daddy. She looked a bit better. Color had returned
to her face and the purple discoloration on her eye was lightening up. I neared her bedside to ask
how she was doing but she cut me off.

"Kelvin, what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here. Someone can see you and tell
my husband."

"I had to see you ma. A lot of things have happened since the last time we saw."

"Kelvin, whatever that happened isn't new. I hope you aren't planning some form of vendetta
because of that?"

"This one is new ma. Daddy, your husband, is sleeping with Sandra, his PA and my girlfriend. The
cams got it last night. I felt like dying."

"Kelvin, I'm really sorry you saw that, but like I said, it is not new. You have to get over it and leave
issues for God to take control."

I was confused. What did she mean by it wasn't new and that I should get over it. It only meant
one thing, but I had to ask to confirm.
"Mummy, did you know Daddy was sleeping with Sandra?"

"Kelvin, that is not as important as letting whatever you have planned go."

Damn, the answer was written on her face. She knew Daddy was planting his unholy seed in my
Sandra, that was why she recruited me to get her the evidence she needed to bring Daddy down.
She had counted on it being only Sandra, but when Kiki had popped up to the screen, she knew it
was more than one person. She knew, Mummy knew. I didn't know how to feel, what to feel but I
knew I was done with Mummy.

She should have told me that my girlfriend was involved in this mess. I would have done things
differently. Now everything was about to blow over, she wanted to me to leave things for God. I
wanted to tell her that she deserved every bruising she received from Daddy, but I held myself.
Nobody deserved such.

"Mummy, you don't deserve this information, but I've found a way to bring Daddy down without
implicating myself. By this time tomorrow, you and I will both be free."

"Kelvin. Please let it go."

Her voice held a lot of pain, but there was nothing to let go. God created me for a reason and he
made me attend that church for a reason. I was going to do what I was created for. The world
would be a better place with one less cheating pastor and scum girlfriend. I also had to get out
from this place, far away from Mummy.

"Kelvin, wait."

I was done waiting, I was going to see pastor Sam tomorrow and then, blow things up. I was done
with Sandra, Mummy and Daddy alike. I left her side and slammed the door on my way out. I was
never coming back here.

I walked to the elevator, put my face cap on and pressed the button. It was coming from ground
floor and there where about 6 floors, so I had to wait. About 3 minutes passed and finally, the
doors of the elevator opened. I lifted my face up a bit, to walk inside and almost tumbled with the
speed I used to pause. Walking out of the elevator was the one and only Daddy.

[6/3, 10:23 PM] MARTIN MARTINO: The Pastor's Wife

Chapter Finale.

The meltdown was always going to be of epic proportions, but with what I was seeing, I may have
underestimated the power of the internet. It had only been 15 minutes since the video was
uploaded and it had gone viral. It was on all popular blogs and even the unpopular ones made the
frenzy higher. I took another sip of my water and it suddenly seemed sweeter. Was this how
revenge was?

My phone was blowing up. I was on 2 WhatsApp church group, one for workers and the other for
youth church members. I saw over 1000 notifications from each of them. I clicked on the worker's
group and what I saw almost made me fall off my chair. The disbelief was staggering and the
curses were trending in equal proportion. People were using smileys to express how speechless
they were. About 25 people had already promised never to return to the church again while some
were ashamed one of them, Sandra, was implicated. I had seen enough and switched to the 2nd
group, it was worse there. The youths of my church were vulgar and hilarious. Alot of them were
wondering how Daddy could execute those moves without throwing his back, while some others
were already trying to guess who the blurred face was. Some already tagged Sandra a Delilah,
and were planning her walk of shame. Generally speaking, everyone was disappointed and the
consensus was that Daddy belonged in hell. Another populace had started to guess who uploaded
the video when I exited. This was entertaining, but it wasn't enough. I went online and searched
some popular blogs.

On Sarah's Corner, the video had generated more than 20,000 comments. Damn, my editing was
great. I wished I had the balls to credit Charles and I at the end. The comments on the blog gave
me life. People were hungry for blood. The domestic violence issue surfaced and there was an on
going debate in the comment section. Some people cheered Sandra, while others wished karma
on her. I smiled again, it was working. But this was just part 1, confronting Sandra was the ultimate
goal.

Aeschylus, an ancient Greek tragedian once said and I quote, "It is a profitable thing, if one is
wise, to seem foolish." That was the only thing that applied to Sandra and I. She had taken me to
be foolish, but she didn't realize that I was only being patient. Delayed application of wisdom
wasn't foolishness as she was about to see.

My phone wasn't blowing up from her calls, which was surprising to say the least. I just pegged it
to her not seeing the video yet. Unless she was already servicing Daddy and couldn't catch up. It
didn't matter anymore. All I wanted to do was kick her out of my house. I visited my church
WhatsApp group again and I was grateful for the first time that Daddy and Mummy insisted on
declaring a relationship. If not, the whole church would have known I was her boyfriend and I
would have been the prime suspect. I tried to keep up with the gists as they were pouring in. A
new group had suggested finding out where Mummy was holed, to visit and sympathize with her.

I also realized that the group name had been changed from HEWC youths to Angry youths.
HEWC stood for His Eminence Worship Center, for those that are slow.
I grabbed my bag, went to the receptionist and clocked out. I also told her I was feeling sick and if
anyone asked, I was home.

"I'm sorry about what happened in your church Kevin," she replied.

"Oh, you've heard?"

"Yes o. Someone shared it in my WhatsApp group. That your pastor is a shame to all pastors in
the world. God will judge him. Pls rest well, sorry."

I nodded in appreciation and left. I couldn't help but smile again. WhatsApp groups, doing the
Lord's work since inception.

On my way home, the meltdown I was most expectant for, started. Sandra had seen the video. In
5 minutes, she had managed to call me 15 times. That must have been a record. I ignored as
usual and continued driving. A few minutes later, my phone started buzzing again, and it was
Mummy. I picked this time.

"Kevin, what have you done?" Her voice seemed stronger, a clear indication that she was getting
better.

"I did what I said I would do. Now the world knows, you're welcome."

"Did you even stop to consider the after effect of this opening of the Pandora's box? Ehn Kevin,
did you?"

"No ma, like you said, leave it for God. I've left the after effect for him."

"I hope you don't regret this childish revenge." She said and cut the call.

If only she knew how happy I was. She had the guts to call it childish. She should be grateful to
the heavens that I was willing to go through with it. When she asked me to get her the evidence,
what did she have in mind? To frame the picture and adorn her office? What a joke. She was the
Pastor's wife and wanted someone to do her dirty work for her. She was the one suffering from the
disrespect and domestic violence and was still apologetic. She definitely needed a brain scan. The
kind of brain scan that should be recommended for any victim that chooses to enable and defend
his/her abuser. I thought briefly about Pastor Sam and shook my head, both of our houses were
on fire, and to each his own. I pushed them both to the back of my mind, increased the volume of
the radio set and continued anticipating my home showdown.
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Getting home, I honked and the gate was opened by the gateman. The blue Toyota Camry parked
in front alerted me to the fact that Sandra was in my house. It was time to kick out the lying
daughter of Eve from my abode. I walked in after parking and the hysteria I came upon was
hilarious to say the least.

Sandra was wailing and it was deserving, seeing that her scum face was plastered on every
WhatsApp group and blog in the country and beyond. Her eyes were swollen from all the tears
and there was slimy catarrh, dripping from her nose. Suddenly, Sandra wasn't so beautiful after
all. I noticed her head was bigger than normal and her nose was very flat. She ran to me as soon
as she saw me. I put up my hand in an attempt to halt her.

"Baby, pls tell me you don't believe that video."

I took a step back. Wow, she was going to deny a video too? Was anything too low for Sandra?

"Sandra go inside and pack everything you own. I'm giving you 30 minutes and then I set it
ablaze." I said, walking into the bedroom.

"Baby please, let me explain. It's not true." She said, dragging herself into the room.

I sat by the dresser and facing her, I said,

"Sandra pls explain. Tell me why the face and body of my girlfriend riding the head pastor of my
church is trending globally. Pls tell me."

She knelt in front of me, still crying and saying nothing.

"Sandra, I'm waiting. What do you want to explain?"

"I swear to you Kevin, that isn't me. It just bears a resemblance to me. I can't do that to you, to us."

I didn't know when I broke into an uncontrollable laughter. Sandra wasn't very intelligent. She was
really going to try and deny a very clear video. She must really think me a fool.

"Sandra, it isn't you?" I asked, pretending to be shocked.

"Yes, maybe Daddy's enemies video shopped me into it." She was still wailing.

"Sandra, for you to be shopped or whatever, a naked video you has to at least be online. And
secondly, you don't rate my brain if you're going to sit down there and deny this iron clad video."

She looked defeated and decided to try another route.

"Baby, it is the devil. I think Daddy jazzed me."

Typical Nigerian. It was the easiest thing to do, blame the devil. Like it was the devil that left hell
and asked her to be a side piece for Daddy.

"Sandra, pls go there, pack your stuff and exit my house with the devil and jazz."

"Kevin pls, I'm sorry. Please." She was holding my leg now. Crying hysterically.

"So Sandra, what exactly are you sorry for? Lying to me, cheating on me, disrespecting our
relationship? No tell me exactly what?"

"Daddy raped me." She was clutching at straws now. Trying desperately to free herself from being
responsible. It was disgusting.

"I've watched that video at least 10 times. I didn't see him tearing your clothes away, neither did I
hear you scream for help." I got up from where I was seated, forcefully detaching my leg from her.

"I loved you, respected you, never looked outside for once, took care of you and did everything in
my power to make you happy. But how did you pay me back? Ehn Sandra? By allowing that
demon of a pastor possess you sexually. I hope the orgasms were worth it. I really hope you're
happier with him."

"Kevin please. Please I'm sorry."

" I know you're sorry. I am too. But you see this thing between us, it is dead. I'm going out to clear
my head now. When I get back, I don't want to see you and any trace of you here again. Leave my
spare key with Musa on your way out."

"Baby, where do I go from here? Don't do this to me. Please?"

"You should have thought about that before converting our church Daddy to your sugar daddy."

With that, I grabbed my car keys and stormed out of the house.

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I had driven aimlessly for about an hour and when I had run out of spots, I decided to drive to the
church, where it all began. I got to the gate and honked. Nobody rushed to open it. I wondered
where the security guards were. I honked again and still no one came out. I decided to get down
and go in myself, leaving the car outside.

I got to the church auditorium and let myself in. It looked so different empty and I wondered if it
would ever be the same again. I sat at the very front and reflected on all the teachings I had
received and all the times I had praised God, sitting from here. I was somewhat disappointed in
God. He should have been the God of the old testament and struck Daddy with fire. He allowed
this pastor taint his holy place. I was however happy I was used as an instrument to serve justice.

After my reflection, I picked myself up and took the exit. As I got outside, I looked towards the
complex and saw Daddy's car parked outside. I felt my heartbeat increase. What was he doing
here? One voice of reason said I had done my worst and I should go, but the other countered, I
may have done my worst, but I was yet to see him at his worst. The latter voice urged me to go
see what he was up to.

I listened. I closed the auditorium door and made my way to the complex. I stopped at the front of
Daddy's office and put my ears against the door. I was half expecting to hear some sexual moans,
instead, I heard a guttural sound. Daddy was crying. My satisfaction was complete. I turned
around and walked back to the gate, got into my car and zoomed off.

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My work for God was complete, I said to myself 2 hours later at nearest restaurant. I was really
feeling good. I had just ordered for my 2nd plate of peppersoup when my phone rang. It was
Charles.

"My mahn, I'm at Eminado, come around, let's celebrate."

"Halt your celebration and open the link I'm about to send."

"Ok man. Do quick and come here, let's drink to a job well done."

I cut the call and waited for his link. It came almost immediately. I clicked to open it and the
headline caused me to breathe in sharply.

'POPULAR RANDY PASTOR COMMITS SUICIDE ON CHURCH GROUNDS, AFTER SEX TAPE
LEAKS'

The Head pastor of His Eminence Worship Center, pastor Tunde Davidson, was just confirmed
dead at Charitas medical center, after taking his own life. His sex tape was earlier leaked today
and sources can confirm that he reportedly took his life at about 6:00pm today.....

I continued reading and it dawned on me that I was on the church premise the same time he was
about to kill himself. I wanted to feel bad, but I couldn't. He was a pastor, he knew the
consequences of his actions and he went on with it. The article also said he was discovered by
pastor Sam. He was probably on his way to kill Daddy and found him dead.

I could not be deterred, I shouted for the waiter and ordered one more bottle of Budweiser. Hell
would be celebrating the addition of a soul tonight and earth wouldn't miss him. My thoughts went
to Sandra and I unlocked my phone and texted her.

"I'm sure you heard your Daddy took his life. Please if you want to take yours, ensure it is not done
in my house. Thanks in anticipation of your positive feedback."

I also texted Mummy and told her she was welcome. By the time I was done, the Budweiser and
peppersoup had arrived. I smiled as I put one spponful of intestine in my mouth. Indeed, hell hath
no fury like a man whose girlfriend was cheating on him with his pastor.

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