I DON'T WANT MY WIFE SMILING Episode 4
You will meet your husband on a Thursday Evening at Alakashi bustop, He will have a
red “V” neck top on, with blue jeans and white Tennis shoes on. You have to be at that
Alakashi at exactly 5pm waiting for your bus, You both will bump into each other and
instantly something will tell you both you are soulmates” the pastor had told Isoken
“Aunty, that was what the pastor told me during my consultation session with him and
prior to that I had heard a lot of testimonies during the service of how “God” had connected
people to their spouses through the pastor’s prophetic gift of seeing where their husbands
or wives were...It was too real to be doubted. Though the pastor told Kikelomo that her
own husband was still far away in India and she needed to do 14 days marathon fasting
or pay to have one of the church pastors do the fasting on her behalf....so...” I became
lost in all what Isoken was saying. I couldn’t believe how gullible she was, but I had not
heard it all...
“Aunty, you would not believe that it happened exactly as the pastor prophesied, I was at
Alakashi bus stop at exactly 5pm and suddenly a young man bumped into me, he was
just the exact description .red V neck top, blue jean, white Tennis.....”
“Hmmm”....Was all I could say, but after a brief moment of silence I asked
“But don’t you think this was arranged or you think it is co incidence or destiny?” I
managed to ask
“ Aunty, Arranged ooo, big time ooo, Ibidolo confessed to me after marriage that he is a
member of the pastor’s church but as the head of the technical Unit, he was always in the
Technical room mixing the camera shots during service, he said it was on one of those
services I attended he saw me on camera smiling... He said his heart melted at my smile
and that very instant, he didn’t know how it came out of his mouth, but he heard himself
say
“That is my Wife”
“You like her?” Ibidolo colleague had said to him, “If you like her, you better go and tell
papa before he receives her for someone else”
Isoken continues her surprising “How we met” tale....
“ Aunty, apparently in their church, it was a norm for the pastor to be the one to choose
their partners for them and since I was not their member the pastor had to use that
prophecy trick on me. Ibidolo told me he had shown the pastor my smiling footage and the pastor assured him I was going to be his wife, so Aunty that was how I entered into
this marriage ooo”
I was on temporary mute with mouth wide open....I could hear the echo of her voice saying
“Hello ma...Hello...Are you there ma? But 1001 things were going on in my head. Can
you guess any of these questions? Let me ask you the first one ringing in my head so
loud,” Was it right for the pastor to have done that matchmaking under spiritual deception?
Other questions kept flying around in my head. Questions like.....
To be continued
red “V” neck top on, with blue jeans and white Tennis shoes on. You have to be at that
Alakashi at exactly 5pm waiting for your bus, You both will bump into each other and
instantly something will tell you both you are soulmates” the pastor had told Isoken
“Aunty, that was what the pastor told me during my consultation session with him and
prior to that I had heard a lot of testimonies during the service of how “God” had connected
people to their spouses through the pastor’s prophetic gift of seeing where their husbands
or wives were...It was too real to be doubted. Though the pastor told Kikelomo that her
own husband was still far away in India and she needed to do 14 days marathon fasting
or pay to have one of the church pastors do the fasting on her behalf....so...” I became
lost in all what Isoken was saying. I couldn’t believe how gullible she was, but I had not
heard it all...
“Aunty, you would not believe that it happened exactly as the pastor prophesied, I was at
Alakashi bus stop at exactly 5pm and suddenly a young man bumped into me, he was
just the exact description .red V neck top, blue jean, white Tennis.....”
“Hmmm”....Was all I could say, but after a brief moment of silence I asked
“But don’t you think this was arranged or you think it is co incidence or destiny?” I
managed to ask
“ Aunty, Arranged ooo, big time ooo, Ibidolo confessed to me after marriage that he is a
member of the pastor’s church but as the head of the technical Unit, he was always in the
Technical room mixing the camera shots during service, he said it was on one of those
services I attended he saw me on camera smiling... He said his heart melted at my smile
and that very instant, he didn’t know how it came out of his mouth, but he heard himself
say
“That is my Wife”
“You like her?” Ibidolo colleague had said to him, “If you like her, you better go and tell
papa before he receives her for someone else”
Isoken continues her surprising “How we met” tale....
“ Aunty, apparently in their church, it was a norm for the pastor to be the one to choose
their partners for them and since I was not their member the pastor had to use that
prophecy trick on me. Ibidolo told me he had shown the pastor my smiling footage and the pastor assured him I was going to be his wife, so Aunty that was how I entered into
this marriage ooo”
I was on temporary mute with mouth wide open....I could hear the echo of her voice saying
“Hello ma...Hello...Are you there ma? But 1001 things were going on in my head. Can
you guess any of these questions? Let me ask you the first one ringing in my head so
loud,” Was it right for the pastor to have done that matchmaking under spiritual deception?
Other questions kept flying around in my head. Questions like.....
To be continued
*Written by Opeyemi Akintunde*
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