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STORY: SWEET SOUND [EPISODE 3]

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SWEET SOUND:  EPISODE  3

I walked into the Pastor’s Office to meet the pastor, his wife, Mary and
a church elder discussing happily. They all smiled at me as I walked
in. The pastor quickly stood up, offering his hand for a handshake. “my
heart is overjoyed. Sister Mary’s testimony really made my day. I’m so
happy for you. She’s a wonderful woman. You are blessed” he said as we
shook hands, while his wife and Mary nodded happily.
I was filled with rage, very angry with the pastor for not even giving
me the opportunity to confirm Mary’s testimony. Perhaps he did it with
good faith, because he might have felt Mary wouldn’t have announced our
relationship in the church if I never sanctioned it.

I bit my lips,
nodding like a drugged rat. The church elder stared at me strangely, his
eyes fixed on me as if he was seeing a vision.
“I have to pray for God’s favour on you and our dear sister, though you
still will need to keep an appointment with me on Saturday. There are
lots of things we need to discuss, because as you know, you are not yet a
full fledged member of this church” he said, smiling at me, before
signalling to his wife, Mary and the elder to stand up for prayers.
After the long prayer, I hurridly left the office, leaving Mary rudely
behind as I dashed for my car where my friend was waiting for me.
Jboy couldn’t help but laugh his heart out as I sadly told him all that
went through in the pastor’s office.
“o boy I can’t wait to be your bestman” he laughed.
“I go smash your head. Imbecile” I barked jokingly.

Ten minutes later, I dropped him at his apartment before heading to
mine. I really wasn’t in the mood for anything, not even to listen to
jboy’s solution. All I wanted was just to sleep and think over my life.
I was about dozing off in the sitting room, when my door bell rang,
waking me up. I cursed, scratched my head and answered the door. Of
course it turned out to be no other person than Mary. She stared at me
with fear in her eyes, her right hand shivered under the weight of a
polythene bag she held. I stood unmoved, blocking her way with an angry
stare.
She nervously watched me for some seconds, not knowing what to make of
my mood.
“What’s up with you?, What’s happening?. What did I do wrong?” She asked
with a frightened voice. I scoffed, drawing back a little, putting more
fear into her with my behaviour. I was very determined to end
everything that moment. I wasn’t scared of the consequence nor any bit
scared of hurting her christian heart. All I cared for was myself and
myself alone. She meant nothing to me.
“I beg of you. In God’s name, what’s happening?” she asked again. Tears
quickly formed in her eyes, but I wasn’t perturbed. I was very
determined and cold.
“Mary I don’t want to see you ever again. It’s over between us” I said
slowly, watching her reaction keenly. She drew back with surprise. Her
mouth opening with great disbelief. “what?, I don’t understand you Bro.
Ken. I thought we were…” she desperately tried to say something, but I
interrupted her, nodding with a crazy smile.
“you heard me right” I murmured.
“I beg of you, let’s talk this out. Just thirty minutes of your time is
enough. I think I deserve such. Please” she quickly begged, controlling
her tears and displaying a fake smile. I stared at her for some seconds,
shrugged and obliged.
Quietly she walked into my sitting room, carefully sat on a sofa and
faced me.
“Please tell me the truth?, what’s behind your sudden change in
behaviour. I’m an adult, please hide nothing from me” she begged with a
calm grace, staring at me with eyes filled with dashed hope. I drew
close and held her hands. “we have to end this because I’m not
comfortable with you anymore. I don’t love you, let’s just be friends” I
said slowly.

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She breathed deeply, and drew back a bit.
“just like that?. No Bro. Ken. Born-again Christians don’t behave that
way. Tell me?, why the sudden change of heart. I don’t just understand.
Today is Sunday of all days, please be serious” she managed to murmur
with disbelief. I rubbed my face and swallowed hard.
“You have to get going now. Please I need a little peace” I barked,
dragging her strongly on her feet. My action totally surprised her. She
tried to resist but I was stronger. Tears quickly drew down her cheeks.
“Why are you doing this to me?, why are you shattering my hopes. You
don’t love me anymore, but why, it isn’t fair. God is watching” she
cried as I pushed her out of my apartment.
I felt miserable but satisfied, paying no attention to her cries as she
banged on my locked door asking for another chance.
As I returned to the sofa, my eyes fell on the nylon bag she brought. I
quickly grabbed it in order to flung it out of my apartment, but
unfortunately the hand tore, pouring a well perpared meal of rice,
chicken and salad in my sitting room.

I moved on with my life the next day. My busy office schedule helped
forget all about Mary and her problems. Jboy couldn’t believe his ears
after I narrated how I sent Mary away from my apartment. He was
extremely pleased and according to his words ‘he wouldn’t have done any
better’.
I never heard from Mary for the rest of that week and the next, which
was a very welcomed development. I equally stopped attending her church
and moved over to catholic church which was my true church of baptism
{where I was baptized as a child}.
After laying low for a while, by keeping to myself.

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I started another
wonderful relationship with a colleague, a very pretty damsel who was
just transferred to our office from Akure.
Chioma being a professional and an experienced girl, refused to give
into my too many tricks, thus making our relationship a boring but
respectful one. I slowly began to grow more fond of her much to Jboy’s
surprise. Two weeks later, precisely on a Sunday evening. I was relaxing
in a quiet bar with Chioma, Jboy and his new girlfriend when a phone
call from Mary came through. I ignored the call, frowning slightly while
my mind flashed back to the memorable times I had with her.
“only if she never played that church stunt on me, perhaps we would
still have been together” I reasoned.
Mary called four times which I carefully ignored.

She then sent a text
message which totally shattered my mind. My eyes enlarged as I read it
while my hands shook.
“I’M PREGNANT. WE NEED TO TALK” were the words she sent. Very short and
precise but enough to send my nerves flying.
The evil that we guys do often lives with us, but surely I wasn’t ready
to live with mine. She was the least person I wanted as the mother of my
children. I was left with no choice than to act fast, by doing what
exactly??

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Updated: 6th May 2018 — 9:45 pm