Taking out an early mortgage on a house was an investment the
Kudjoes were proud they made. Twenty months later, they were halfway to owning
their own home. The grounds of their home was one of natural luxury. In a
neighborhood bursting with concrete and pavement, their green carpet grass gave
one an almost royal welcome to the house. The fence walls with their metallic
bar extensions were low enough for one to see inside the compound, playing an
aesthetic role instead of a protective one. The pentagonal structured house had
something else going for it, in that, it was the only house on the block which
wasn’t a storey building.
Stella lay in bed, contemplating how to start her tirade of
accusations against God. God just broke his promise to her and she just had His
number this time. Her month long leave from her job just took on a whole new
distasteful turn.
Patrick was supposed to join her anytime from now as he would have also taken leave. Between their individual jobs and all the volunteering they both did for their church, their marriage needed conscious, steady hard work. This was one vacation she was looking forward to. Their marriage wasn’t stale but she missed her husband all the same.
Patrick was supposed to join her anytime from now as he would have also taken leave. Between their individual jobs and all the volunteering they both did for their church, their marriage needed conscious, steady hard work. This was one vacation she was looking forward to. Their marriage wasn’t stale but she missed her husband all the same.
Quality time with her husband; the two of them just fooling
around, postponing all serious business to a more stressful time was the plan. The
bombshell Patrick dropped on her last night wasn’t cool, by any standards. This
morning, he left for work, oblivious to the roiling turmoil inside her. Why couldn’t
he be intuitive enough to sense what was going on within her? What kind of
silly joke of nature would make her husband a pastor and her, a pastor’s wife?
She, a pastor’s wife! She doesn’t even like people that much
to be cast in the perpetual role of godly hostess the rest of her life. This wasn’t
about Patrick, this was about her. Over the past few years, Patrick’s spiritual
growth and that of his relationship with God has been a blessing and an amazing
thing to witness but a pastor? She had no doubt he could be one and an
exceptional one at that but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that; she didn’t
want to be that wife who undermined all her husband’s hard and noble work with
her attitude. She wasn’t called to the office of pastor’s wife, period!
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