THE NIGHT IT HAPPENED...





                                         PART III
Funny enough, that day started as a normal day. I had an invitation to minister in South Africa. As the norm, Fabian my special keyboardist went with me. The ministration was electrifying. I retired to my hotel room 401 to rest, just then...
"Grace, I am bored...can I come over"... those were the words that handed my back to the bed. Fabian came, we started with deep emotional talks and graduated to appreciating each other's body... 

" Grace, do you know you have the cutest lips ever, they are so small but beautiful,little wonder it produces sweet melody..." 
That gave way to deep looks and eventually, kisses. In forty minutes, the predicted had happened. Fabian had gotten what he wanted, and disappointingly, it was nothing exceptional. To say the truth, my husband was better... 
Right from that moment, bitterness set in, regret enveloped me, self condemnation arose. Just at that moment I felt something left me... 

I had no idea how to beg God for forgiveness. My eyes became cloudy, tears rained down my cheeks, with so much pains in my heart for failing God, I asked Fabian to excuse me... 
My husband kept calling like he suspected something happened.. 

" My Grace, (he never called me Grace but, my Grace. Such was his love for me. The love I had just betrayed). " My Grace, was your ministration okay? Did you do well?...Answer me please... That was the voice of real love and for the first time, I felt REAL LOVE for my husband, but I knew this love have been wounded... 

He promised he was coming the next morning to give me moral support for the second day of my ministration... I slept off in tears. I woke up in the middle of the night panting seriously and sweating profusely...I had a terrifying dream. In that dream, I saw myself carrying with a heavy mass of hair on my head, my hair was so long, it drew attention to me. 

 I suddenly saw Fabian with a gardener's scissors, he chopped off my hair till i became bald. I did not understand the meaning of this dream but I kept it a secret. We finished from South Africa and returned home. After two months, I became so lazy and weak, I started vomiting and all that stuffs.. 

 Fabian took me to the hospital. I was told I was two months pregnant. Did my dream have anything to do with this pregnancy? Should I have been happy or sad about the pregnancy, since I have been barren hitherto for 15 years?  


My readers, what do you think about this? What should my reaction be? If it were you, what would you have done?

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Comments

  1. Thank God is not me
    Truth be told you messed up and I think you should tell your husband now before is too late

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  2. He has a delicate health issue, how could I tell him?

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