On Sunday morning, Peju asked if I would go to church with the family. I refused.

I’ll never step into that church. Never.

I flung the blanket over my head and tried to return to sleep. But I couldn’t. I reached for the Bible that had been pleading with me to grab it and sat up. The first scripture my eyes caught jumped out of the pages of the book.

When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.

I closed the Bible quickly. The words kept ringing in my ears. I was transported back to eight years ago when I met Kayode. I had been home for some months because of the ASUU strike and from the moment we had our first conversation, he blew my mind away. I had never met a more romantic man like him and I fell helplessly in love with him even though he was married.

I cannot forget the night we made out in my bedroom or the way I scrambled out of bed naked as my mother entered the room. I wasn’t expecting them to return home till the following week. Mum screamed and fainted. When Dad rushed to see what the problem was, he gasped as he saw me struggling to wrap the small towel around my heavy chest while Kayode rushed to put his shirt on. Dad carried my mother and left without a word.

That Sunday, my father, the senior pastor of Grace Chapel, exposed my deeds to the congregation and afterwards ordered me to leave the church and never return.

I went back to school that afternoon. For months, my father didn’t call me and when I tried to reach him, he wouldn’t pick his call. I got angry and depressed.

How time flies. It’s been eight years.


I sat up. Peju pulled her shoes at the entrance and placed her gele on my bed.

“We have to talk.”

Her face was sullen. Immediately I suspected that something was wrong.

“What’s going on?”

“Please come to the sitting room.” I threw a red T-shirt over my head and followed her. Bidemi, my childhood friend, his wife and Charles were seated. I sensed that something was wrong. The atmosphere was tense.

“What’s going on?”

Nobody said anything. I was going to repeat the question when Bidemi stood up, his fists tightened.

“I went to see your father early this morning. I wanted to plead with him to allow you return to church. I didn’t know he would react like that. I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”

My heart pumped. “What did he say?”

Silence. Charles looked at me and sighed.

“He called me after the service and ordered me to send you away from my house otherwise I would be relieved of my position as the head of the ushering department.”

My face went hot. I marched into the room, grabbed my car keys and stormed out of the house.

This nonsense must stop! I screamed. I was going to give my father a piece of my mind.

When I got to the house, I parked just beside the flowers that lined the wall of our house. Taiwo, the security guard was excited to see me but I was too furious to give him a proper smile.

Dad was flipping through a newspaper when I entered the living room. Before him was a glass of orange juice. He looked briefly from the newspaper he was reading and returned his attention to it like I was invisible.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

He didn’t respond. I could as well have been conversing with the thin air.

“I wonder if you are really a Christian. How did you become the Pastor of Grace Chapel?”

That struck a blow in my father’s heart. He stood up, vibrating. “I cannot remember inviting you to my house.”

I was shouting. “Why won’t you forgive me? What kind of father bears grudges this long?”

He grabbed the newspaper again, crossed his legs and flipped through the newspaper without stopping at any page in particular.

Tears were running down my cheeks. “I wish you never gave birth to me. No wonder your church is not growing.”

My father jumped to his feet. “Get out of my house. “

“I’m going nowhere. This is my house too.” I was running out of my mind. “You should go back to God and tell Him to kill me so that you’ll be satisfied that you never fathered me.” I didn’t know what I was saying again. My words weren’t making sense anymore.

“Kike.” I heard my mother’s voice from behind me. As she tried to pull me away from my father, he hissed. “I wonder the man who married you. Barren slut.”

Some nuts flew out of my head, running in different direction.

“You call me barren?

“Is that not the truth, have you given him any child? Or do you for once think I didn’t hear about all your escapades on campus. What goes around comes around.”

I stormed out of the house. Peju and Charles were standing at the entrance when I drove in. I pushed past them to the guest room.

“You are leaving?”

I didn’t respond. I pulled my box out of the room. Charles tried to stop me.

“We can find a place where you can lay low for a while.”

I looked at the couple and for once wished I had their perfect life. I forced out a smile. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

I drove out of the compound and headed back to Lagos. When I walked into Wale’s house, my eyes were red. Wale opened the door before I knocked.

“What happened?”

“Take me to bed.” My head was on his chest.


“I want to have sex.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Very sure.” I said, fighting back the tears. I was already tugging at his shirt. He carried me to the bedroom.

“Let me get a condom from my drawer.”

I stopped him. “No condom.”

He looked at me, shocked.

I smiled. I was going to prove to the world that I was not barren.


Dear Readers, I’ll be taking a break for a couple of days…I’ll be back with the remaining part of the story. Thanks for your patience.

About the author

Ife Grace

I am a faith blogger with a passion to contribute my quota to the body of Christ. I am also the author of two books: The Reunion and Spring.



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