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MARRIED IN THE COLD - Chapter TwoPlease read and enrich your marriage.
20/09/2024

MARRIED IN THE COLD - Chapter Two

Please read and enrich your marriage.

CHAPTER TWO — CRACKS IN THE FOUNDATION

Every Christian single needs to watch this before concluding on a marriage partner.
01/12/2023

Every Christian single needs to watch this before concluding on a marriage partner.

A word of caution to singles aspiring to marry

08/09/2022

BETTY’S PERSONAL AFFAIR

SCENE ONE

“What is it, Linda? Why do you stare at me like that.” Betty asked Linda, her friend who had kept staring at her.

“I am just wondering.” Linda answered, looking very serious.

“What are you wondering about?”

“I am wondering about you.” Linda said. “I am wondering if you are truly my best friend. Really, what kind of a human being are you?”

“What have I done again?” Betty asked, rolling her eyes playfully.

“I only travelled for three months and I returned to find out you are engaged. I thought I would have a role to play when you would make a choice.”

Betty laughed.

“Of course you have a role to play. That is why I asked Michael to come today. It is your opportunity to assess him. If you disapprove of him, then I send him away.” She snapped her fingers and giggled.

“You are not serious, Betty. But I am talking seriously here. You cannot do this all by yourself.”

“And, why not?”

“We have rules in the Church. The pastor and the Church committee have to be involved.”

“I am not getting married yet for crying out loud.” Betty bellowed. “Why should I get the whole world involved in my little affair? This is my personal affair. I am not a kid anymore, you know?”

“You know, you are too hard for your own good. All your choices always seem to challenge the norms.”

“What do you call the norms, Linda? Some of these practices in the Church are archaic, belonging to the last two generations. For instance, if I involve the pastor in this, he will invite Michael over to the Church and stand him up in front of all the youths so that he would introduce himself.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that." Linda countered. "The same thing was done when my relationship with Ben was to start.”

“You know how nosy some of our youths could be. Tongues will begin to wag immediately and some will start asking me silly questions. I don’t have any time for all of that.”

“I still insist that you do the right things. You should abide by the rules of the Church for as long as you are a member.”

Betty stood and bowed comically.

“Yes, ma’am. I will think about it.”

“Silly girl.” Linda hissed.

Just then the door bell sounded.

“That must be Michael. Give me a minute.” Betty said, excitedly.

Betty ran to the door and opened it to let in her tall, square shouldered and handsome fiancé. He beamed brightly like he always did.

“I am sorry I am a bit late.” Michael said in his husky voice.

“You don’t have to be sorry, just come in and pay your fine.” Betty said, jovially.

Betty led Michael into her sitting room.

“Just mention anything you want. I will do anything for my angel.” Michael replied.

“No, it is not my call. You have kept my ‘bestie’ waiting, she is the one to fine you.”

“Alright then, I am ready for anything.”

Linda stood on seeing Michael. She smiled sweetly at him. Betty looked in Linda’s eyes to see if she was really impressed and Betty was satisfied at what she saw in her friend’s eyes.

“You are welcome, Brother Michael.” Linda greeted. “It is my pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine, really. It’s so nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about you. Betty thinks the world of you.”

Linda gave Betty a teasing look.

“I am glad to know she told you good things about me. She could be naughty sometimes.” Linda joked.

“Yeah, I kept the bad things until later.” Betty joked too.

They all laughed.

“Please sit both of you. We have so many things to discuss and we can’t do it standing.”

They all sat and they spent the next three hours together talking, eating, playing and later praying.

SCENE TWO

Six Weeks Later

Michael worked on some documents on his desk in his office. He was clad in black suits atop a white shirt with a gray tie to match. His large-framed reading glasses made him look quite older than he looked when he was not wearing glasses. Betty sat across the desk. She had come straight from her office after closing to catch an appointment with Michael. She looked rather unsettled as she watched Michael work.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” Michael asked, without taking his eyes off his documents.

“I don’t want anything, Michael. I am a bit anxious. This is the first member of your family I am meeting. I just hope he will like me.”

Michael looked up from his work now.

“Oh,” he giggled, “so you are anxious about meeting my Uncle Rufus? There is absolutely nothing to be anxious about. Uncle Rufus likes anything I like. He is the best of my uncles and the closest to me. I am sure he will adore you.”

“I really pray so.”

“See, Betty, you don’t have to be bothered about such things as this. Everybody in my family respects me and they always respect my choices. Don’t you see that I am a full grown adult? No one can tell me what to do.”

“Hmm,” Betty sighed. “For how long is your Uncle staying?” She asked.

“He will be gone in two days. He said he has to leave on Sunday.” He replied. “Let me quickly finish work on these documents and we will go. One of my subordinates is waiting to pick them up.”

“Okay.”

Michael continued to work. After a while he picked up the intercom phone on his desk and dialed a number. Then he spoke to someone on the phone.

“Tell Amos to come to my office now.”

Michael dropped the phone and looked at Betty.

“You look really gorgeous in this jacket.” He smiled lavishly.

“Thank you. It was my twenty sixth birthday present from my dad.”

“Wow!” He exclaimed. “It’s so nice to have a dad that cares. I really wish my dad were alive too. He died prematurely at ninety.” He joked.

“Sorry.” She said, half mockingly.

A young man in suits entered the office and walked towards Michael.

“Yeah, Amos, the papers are ready.” Michael said.

“Alright sir.” Amos answered.

Michael picked up the documents he had been working on and pointed them as Amos approached him. Betty was surprised to see Amos. He was a member of her Church and they both belonged to the youth fellowship.

“Brother Amos.” She called.

Amos turned to the sitting guest.

“Oh, Sister Betty, I didn’t know it was you seated there. How are you doing?” He greeted her excitedly.

“I am fine. So, you work here?” She asked.

“Yes, I work here. Are you here for business or just to see Mr. Mike?”

“Well, I am here to see Mr. Mike.” She answered, hoping Amos would probe no further.

Michael looked from Amos to Betty. Amos is one of his subordinates in the office and they got along quite well. He had not imagined that Amos would know Betty.

“I can see you both know each other.” Michael said.

“Very well sir. Sister Betty is one of our ‘spiritual mothers’ in the youth fellowship in my Church.” He joked.

“You are not serious, Brother Amos. Who is your spiritual mother?” Betty countered playfully.

Michael stood and walked towards Amos.

“Give me a minute, Betty and we will go.” Michael said. “I need to explain some things to Amos about those documents. You guys can continue your fellowship when you get to Church. Come with me, Amos.”

“Okay sir.” Amos replied before turning to Betty again. “I will see you around, Sister Betty.”

“Okay, Brother Amos.”

Michael led Amos out of the office. Betty heaved a deep sigh of relief. She was grateful that Michael took Amos out. She was also hopeful that he would not tell him about their relationship. Amos was the type that would probe into other people’s matters and talk. She did not want to tell anybody about her relationship with Michael yet, and she was not sure the news would not filter to the pastor if someone like Amos got to know. Only Linda could be trusted as far as she was concerned.

SCENE THREE

It was Saturday morning. Betty awoke from her sleep suddenly. She had been having a long, strange dream. Towards the end of her dream she had fallen into a very dirty swamp and she was wallowing in the mire when she woke up. She opened her eyes to discover she was in a strange bed. She looked around and it was a strange room. She was jolted. She noticed she was under a huge duvet. She lifted the duvet and saw that she was almost naked.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed.

Looking around the room again she saw Michael’s picture hanging on the wall. Then she remembered what had happened earlier. She had come into the house with Michael but Michael’s uncle was not in the house. Michael put a call through to his uncle, or so he claimed, and the uncle said he had taken a walk and would soon come. Michael then served her a drink. She took the drink and began to be drowsy. Then she woke up on this bed.

Betty felt in her body and on the bed with her hand. She discovered that Michael had taken advantage of her. She let out a very loud shriek.

SCENE FOUR

Amos stood on the balcony of Linda’s house and waited. Sounds could be heard from within the house of people talking and laughing. It was Saturday afternoon and Amos had come to discuss something very crucial with Linda. The two of them were members of the same work group in the Church and they got along with each other quite well. Amos was not so close to Betty but he was friends with Linda. Linda soon came out from the house dressed in a sky blue blouse on top of a navy blue jean skirt.

“Hello, Brother Amos.” Linda called cheerfully.

“Good afternoon, Sister Linda.” He responded.

“Why are you standing outside here?” she asked. “Why won’t you come into the house?”

“When I came I noticed that you have guests in your sitting room, and so I chose to stay here.” He replied.

“Those are my cousins, not any special guests.”

“I want to discuss something very sensitive with you. We need to talk in privacy.”

“Really? I hope all is well? Your face looks too serious this afternoon.” She said, smiling.

“It is well.” He managed a smile too.

Linda pulled two chairs from a corner of the balcony and Amos quickly helped her with them. The two moved a little distance away from the house and sat under a tree in the compound.

“It is about your friend, Betty.” Amos started.

“Oh, Betty? What happened to her?” Linda asked anxiously.

“Well, she came to my office yesterday to see Mr. Michael, one of my superiors. Mr. Michael is an Assistant General Manager in our company.”

“Okay?”

“I was about to ask her what she was doing in our office when Mr. Michael dragged me out of the office, pretending to want to discuss official matters with me. He took me to an empty room and pleaded with me never to discuss anything about him with Betty. He said they are in a relationship and that he is deeply in love with her and would want her beside him all his life.”

“I am confused, Brother Amos. Why would he ask you not to discuss him with her if he is deeply in love with her?” Linda asked.

“You don’t understand, Sister Linda. Mr. Michael is married with three children.”

“Jesus Christ!”

“His wife and children live in the UK and he goes to visit them from time to time. I saw the woman and her children when they came for Mr. Michael’s fortieth birthday celebration last year.”

“Oh my God! Did you say forty?”

“Yes, Mr. Michael was forty last year.”

“But he told Betty that he is thirty five.”

“He must have told her many lies. Although he looks a lot younger than his age, he is forty plus. I am sure of that.”

“No, no, no, this should not be happening to Betty.” She stood. “Let me get my phone, I need to call her immediately.”

Amos pulled Linda back.

“Not so fast, Sister Linda.” He said. “Don’t you see what is at stake? It is my boss we are talking about here. I could lose my job if he found out I said anything.”

Linda sat.

“Oh God! So what do you want me to do? I have to do something.”

“I could not sleep throughout the night. I was wondering what Mr. Michael could want with Betty. He certainly has no plan to marry her. He could only be thinking to take advantage of her.”

“His wicked plot will fail in Jesus name.”

“I know my job could be on the line if I talked, and I need this job very badly. But at the same time I cannot bear to see a daughter of Zion’s life ruined because I am protecting my job. I don’t know what to do.”

“Hmm,” she sighed. “I understand your position, but we need to do something fast.”

“But, I just wonder why Mr. Michael was never introduced to us in the Youth Fellowship by the pastor. That is the custom in the Church whenever any of the youths is starting a relationship, isn’t it? Could it mean that the pastor knows nothing about this?” Amos asked.

“See, that is a story for another time.” Linda tried to dismiss the subject.

“If the man had been introduced in the Youth Fellowship, at least some of my friends that know Mr. Michael very well would have spoken up even if I couldn’t.” Amos continued, refusing to give up.

“We need to concentrate on how we can quickly get Betty out of this mess without implicating you.” Linda said.

“So what do you suggest that we do?”

“I need to think.” She said, shaking her head. “Please give me a few minutes.”

“Okay.”

Linda stood and went into the house. Amos sighed deeply.

SCENE FIVE

Betty laid on her bed and whimpered like a child. Her bed was not laid and her clothes were scattered everywhere. Her hair was ruffled and the skin around her eyes dark from incessant crying. Soon Linda’s voice could be heard calling from the sitting room.

“Betty! Betty!!”

Betty gave no response. Linda then entered the room to find her friend in that terrible state. She threw her handbag on a stool and rushed towards Betty.

“Betty! What is it, what is wrong?”

“I want to die, Linda, I want to die. I am going to die today.” Betty cried.

“Will you stop saying that?” Linda snapped at her. “You will not die in Jesus name. Just tell me what happened.”

“Betty, I promised God, I promised my mother, I promised myself that I would be a virgin on the night of my wedding. But it is all gone, it is gone.” She cried bitterly.

“What are you talking about, what is gone?” Linda is visibly shaken.

“Michael drugged me and took advantage of me. He destroyed the life that I have kept for all these years.”

“Oh my God!” Betty jumped. “He r***d you? Do you mean that animal r***d you? No, no, no. Why God, why?”

Linda too started to cry. She drew closer to a sobbing Betty and embraced her. They both cried together. After some time Linda spoke again, still in tears.

“You should have done all the right things, Betty. You should have told the pastor and the church committee about this relationship. You should have allowed the pastor to introduce you and Michael to the youths as is the normal practice in the Church.”

“But, how would that have prevented this from happening, how?” Betty asked, also in tears.

“At least someone would probably have told you that Michael is above forty, and that he has a wife and three children in the UK. Then you would have known he meant no good for you and you would have left him.”

Betty is shocked.

“What, what are you talking about, Linda?” she asked incredulously.

“I am so sorry. I just found out today. That is what I came here to tell you.”

“Haa! Haa!! Haa!!!”

Betty screamed again and again. She became hysterical, threw herself on to the bed and rolled around frantically until she fell off. Linda had to labour hard to hold her down.

End.
Coined from a true life story. All names and photograph are fictitious. Please share with friends.
David Ayodele
© 2022

BE GUIDED
Spiritual leaders and the Church system are God’s gifts to Christians for guidance. Don’t despise the system or disregard your spiritual leaders when making a choice of a marriage partner. It is only a fool that doesn’t listen to advice. There is safety in the multitude of counselors.

Sometimes the rules of the Church might seem harsh to you, but I tell you they are usually results of very grave experiences or divine direction. If the rules of a Church are generally not scriptural, then you are in the wrong place and you should leave. But if it is a matter principles and directives when it comes to your relationship, then you have to submit to the rules of the Church as long as you are a member. It is very wrong to remain and rebel.

Don’t forget, God can use anyone and anything to awaken you to realities. Your marital pursuit is your own affair as long as things are smooth. But if things go wrong, then you realize just how much you need the people you have ignored.
(Prov. 26: 12; Eccl. 4: 13; Prov. 11: 14; 1Cor. 12: 25-26)

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ANDREW’S PUNCH BAG(Mary's cover-up exposed)I was awoken by a loud, frightening scream from a female’s voice. The scream ...
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ANDREW’S PUNCH BAG
(Mary's cover-up exposed)

I was awoken by a loud, frightening scream from a female’s voice. The scream came from the back of the hostel. I would have been terrified if I didn’t know better. Screaming is a common way some of my hostel mates express their pleasure at seeing an old acquaintance. I had shivered vigorously before I fell asleep on the only couch in my one room apartment in the private hostel. Now the shivering had reduced appreciably but my entire body still ached badly. I am on my compulsory one year National Youth Service Program in one of the states in my country. I stay in a hostel built by a popular wealthy trader in town, and the hostel is completely occupied by Youth Corps members. Except that each room has only one occupant, this place is not much different from a traditional University campus hostel.

I have been down with malaria fever for two days and it has taken its toll on my body. My meal of rice and beans was on a stool before me, but I could hardly touch it. I vomited the little meal I ate earlier today. Rice with beans is my favourite dish, but the fever made it taste in my mouth like some concoction. I yawned and stretched my body again. The anti-malarial pills I took in the morning does not seem to be effective and I should have gone to the only close-by clinic for treatments, but my ‘status’ among the other corps members would not allow me.

I am one of the leaders among the Christian Corps members in my batch and I am popular in the circles of believers as a very spiritual Christian leader. Frequenting the clinic is considered a sign of spiritual weakness, especially among the leaders, and some of my fellowship members work at the clinic. Nobody would openly call you a spiritual weakling for falling sick constantly, but it is an unwritten code. Every ‘spiritual’ leader wants to stay away from the clinic except of course to visit the sick.

At about a quarter past seven I heard a rap on my door. ‘Oh, not now!’, I thought. The last thing I wanted at this moment was anybody coming into my room. The hostel was bubbling with activities from residents who had finished the work of the day. I was sure one of them had come to trouble me as usual. Most of them love to treat me like I am their mother and I enjoy every bit of it. I love to attend to their needs, both spiritual and temporal. But I am a total mess today and I didn’t want any of them to see me in this condition.

The person at the door knocked again but I gave no response. I was hoping that the whoever would tire out and leave my door, but that individual seemed very resolute. The knock came the third time, but I kept mute. I was almost too weak to answer anyway. After a while, my mobile phone began to ring. I quickly picked it up to put it in silent mode. I saw that it was my fiancé, Andrew calling, but I could not answer the call because I wouldn’t want the person at the door to hear me speaking. I managed to send my fiancé an automated message that I would return his call later. Then I heard his voice at my door. He had been the one knocking all along.

‘Sister Mary, Sister Mary,’ he called, ‘are you in there?’

Of course I was in here. He had heard my phone ringing and had then received my message. I struggled out of the couch and staggered to the door. I unbolted it and staggered back to lie down.

‘Oh my God! Is it this bad?’ Andrew exclaimed as he came in after me. ‘The devil is a liar.’

Andrew is the leader of my fellowship of corps members and he is well respected by all the Christians. Even as a young man he is a versed preacher of faith in God’s word and power, and it is not uncommon to find other corps members going to him for prayers and counselling. Plus his spiritual stature, Andrew is also very tall, lanky and handsome.

‘How exactly do you feel?’ He asked.

‘My body aches very badly, and I have not been able to eat. I vomited the food I ate in the afternoon.’ I explained to him.

‘I can see that you are shivering.’ He felt my forehead with the back of his palm. ‘Your body is also hot. This is high fever no doubt. But we will deal with it right now.’ He said with his usual confidence, smiling down at me so sweetly.

‘Amen.’ I responded weakly.

‘Let us pray.’

‘Okay.’

Andrew laid his hand on my head and said a very powerful prayer for my healing. He prayed until he sweated and I agreed with him by focusing on every word he spoke and by saying amen. When he had finished praying, he said we should thank God because I was already healed. We began to give thanks to God and we did that for about five minutes. I must say that although I still quivered a little bit, I felt some relief in my body immediately and I believed I was healed. After that, John sat on the stool close to my couch.

‘Sit up, Sister Mary.’ He said.

I managed to sit up on the couch.

‘I have a witness that God has perfected your healing already.’ Andrew declared, smiling brilliantly.

‘I believe so too. Thank you.’ I replied, feeling so grateful that God has given me a man so strong in spiritual matters.

‘It is time to act on your faith, my dear.’ He said.

Andrew dragged the stool on which my food was placed closer to me.

‘You are going to eat your food now.’ He said as he uncovered the plate of food.

I bent towards the meal wanting to start eating, but the smell of the food made me feel nauseated again. I sighed and shook my head.

‘See, Brother Andrew, I guess I will have to eat this a little later.” I muttered. “I don’t feel like eating it now.’ I replaced the cover of the plate.

‘Of course you will eat now. You just said you believed you were healed, didn’t you?’

‘Yes, I did.’

‘This is where you have to prove your faith. Faith without works is dead. Eat to show you truly believe you are healed.’ He insisted and uncovered the plate again.

‘No, Brother Andrew. I will eat the food later. I believe I am healed, but I don’t just feel like eating that food right now.’

Andrew glared at me for a moment. I could see irritation in his eyes. The vein on the side of his head is rising now. That is what always happened when he is becoming angry, and that happens very often. Andrew is a wonderful young man but he gets really angry too quickly and too frequently.

‘This is no faith at all.’ He said angrily. ‘You are only going by your feelings. Faith does not go by feelings. We walk by faith and not by sight. I have just been wasting my time.’ He stood and moved away from me.

‘How can you say that?’ I asked weakly. ‘What have I done now?’

‘I have told you many times, Sister Mary, I have the call of God upon my life and I am going into ministry after the youth service. We are going to start a faith ministry for heaven’s sake. Is this how you would behave as the wife of the set man? What would this say of our ministry? Oh God! Why am I even wasting my time here?’ He blurted out.

By this time I was feeling really exasperated. Before now Andrew’s obsession with ‘his ministry’ was already becoming annoying to me. Why does he always talk about a call to ministry when he cannot even control his temper? Am I supposed to force myself to his level of faith if I am not yet there? Is there no room for growth? Does my inability to eat this meal really mean I don’t have any faith?

Andrew is a good Christian, but he is also far from being perfect. He has a very serious anger issue. He would get angry and do the most unbelievable things. He has hit me angrily on the face a number of times only to come back apologizing when he was calm. I would always forgive him and accept him back because I really love him and because of his several other virtues. But I am already getting tired of his many outbursts.

“If you believe you are wasting your time here, then get out of my room and go to your house. I didn’t invite you here, did I?” I said, surprising even myself.

Andrew couldn’t believe I just said that. I have never spoken to him like that before today. I respect him a lot and I always treat him with reverence despite that we are of the same age. I treat him like a man of God.

“Did you just ask me to get out of your room?” He asked. “I can’t believe this. Are you in your right senses? What makes you think you can talk to me like that?”

“I am so tired of your insensitivity.” I said. “You think you are better than everybody else. Just go away with your bloated ego.”

“What! You know you are really becoming too spoilt for your own good. I will teach you not to talk to a man that way.”

Andrew’s eyes blazed with anger as he spoke. He hurried towards me and I raised my hands to shield my face from impending blows. He held my two hands in one grip and slapped me several times across the face. I felt helpless as Andrew beat me up but I couldn’t cry out because I did not want any of my hostel mates to know what was happening behind my door. When he had satisfied his anger, Andrew left me and walked out of my room. I cried so bitterly, my entire body aching all the more.

It is midnight now and it has been four hours since Andrew left my room, but I still shed tears. I know Andrew too will not sleep tonight. His anger has certainly subsided and he is very likely regretting what he did to me. He would cry tonight for forgiveness from God and he would soon start calling my line. That is what he always does. I would not pick his call of course, and he would be back here early in the morning to apologize. I am sure Andrew loves me dearly and I love him more than anybody I have ever known. I also believe I have a leading to go along with him. But I am bothered about his anger issue. Should I accept his apologies again in the morning or should I end this relationship?

End.
Coined from a true life story. All names and photograph are fictitious. Please share with friends.

David Ayodele
© 2022

BE GUIDED
Those who are short tempered are capable of all kinds of foolish and terrible acts. Inability to bring emotions under control is a mark of immaturity and unpreparedness for marriage. I strongly counsel you to break away from every abusive premarital relationship. It is a sign of gross danger.
The man or lady who cannot manage to bring their emotions under control while still courting you will turn loose completely when they already have you. Six months in an abusive marriage is enough time for you to totally lose all the love and affection you believe you have for that fellow. Then the canker-worm you are covering now will become absolutely uncontrollable. If God has graciously allowed that person to show you their abusive traits in courtship, then the Lord is already giving you guidance: run!
It is better to remain single than to get hooked with a contentious and angry person. Since they are powerless against the dictates of their emotions when it takes hold of them, then you can never tell how far that emotion will make them go against you in the future. Many have lost their precious lives to the punches of an abusive husband or wife. Be rightly guided.
(Proverbs 14: 17; 21: 19; 22: 24-25; 29: 22)

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