( A Love Triangle)
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde


It was a beautiful Wedding between Papa and I. I wept and wept as I could not believe that despite all, I still married God’s perfect will for me… We had family and friends present. Mmesoma was also present with her husband. A man I had never met before. She told he was a pastor. After our wedding, Papa and I went for our honeymoon in the Bahamas. In two years we had a set of twin boys..

“ Timi… Timi… Timileyin wake up, it’s half past seven… Are you not going for lectures?” I heard Mmesoma’s voice from a distance…

“ Mtscheeew… Oh my God!” I hissed angrily… Why would Mmesoma wake me up from a heavenly revelation like this…. What kind of bad luck was this…

“ I slept really late…” I said to cover up my hiss…

“ Why? “

“ I was not feeling sleepy, I had a lot on my mind!”

“ Hope it has nothing to do with the text message I got from Papa last night?”

“ Nooo… How?… Papa is just my best friend, no strings attached…, I was just thinking about some personal stuffs…” I said

“ Ok, then… It is well, I am going for lectures… See you soon” She stepped out of the room.

“Another dream from the throne of God!” I reasoned

“ God, Why am I the only one you are showing these dreams to, please show this revelation to Papa as well in Jesus name.” I knelt down to pray…

Prayer! Prayer at that time was always circled around God showing Papa that I am his destined wife. I wasn’t growing spiritually, every message I heard was always interpreted to fit my situation…

When I heard messages like…”The Kingdom of heaven suffereth violence and only the Violent takes it by force…” or

“ The devil never wants you to get what is rightfully yours, you need to fight to get it”

I would personalize these messages and take it as God’s word for me…

Later that evening, I went to Papa’s mini flat he had rented outside campus and I wanted to take this will violently…

I helped him prepare his favorite meal and washed his clothes. I decided to help him clean his apartment, till it was late around 9pm. All he kept ranting about was Mmesoma’s depth in the Word of God. I didn’t reply one bit…

When it was 9pm, I told him I was leaving…

“ Timi, What is wrong? you are not looking your happy self” he asked me
and instead of answering I started crying…

“ Timi, Timileyin, stop it, No… No tears, what is wrong?” With that he hugged me and I held on tight to him, not wanting to lose him to Mmesoma…He kept cuddling me like a baby and my tears kept pouring…

The Obvious unexpected happened, my lips found its way to his lips and the rest they say is history….

I knew what I was doing was not right but I felt I needed to violently take what belonged to me, before Mmesoma took him from me.

10 minutes later, Papa was sobbing and I pretended to be sobbing for losing our sexual purity….

( A Love Triangle)
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

I tested positive after 3 months. It wasn’t the first time we had the sexual intercourse that resulted into the pregnancy. After the first time together, I made sure we continued with the act.

I knew Papa wasn’t happy, but I knew Emotion was more powerful than reasoning. Every time after committing the act, we would promise ourselves not to do it again, but each time I went to his house to help with his chores, I made sure we had the sexual intercourse…

Little by little I knew he was drowning, but I felt since he was God’s will for my life, when we got married, I would help him grow spiritually.

I was spending a lot of time in his house. I had kept Bro Kennedy at arms length, and I guess he got the cue, as he stopped bugging me.

Mmesoma left our fellowship and started attending another fellowship. She said she wasn’t comfortable with the Spiritual atmosphere in the fellowship.

The news of me being pregnant gave me mixed reactions; I was happy God had crowned my efforts and I saw it as an avenue to tie Papa down. I had succeeded in getting him for myself.

“ Papa, I am pregnant” I said to him after a round of sexual immorality in his room one evening.

“ What? You are joking right!” He said

“ Joking? No , why would I joke with a thing like that?”

“ Timi… You have to be joking… You have done enough harm to me by making me addicted to you, now you want to tie me down with a pregnancy..” I unbelievably heard Papa flaring up …

“ Timi, God told me you had a special assignment in my life, but I don’t think getting pregnant for me is part of it” He said still shouting

“ So God has told you that tooo… That is what I have been trying to make you see, God told me I was made for you… That means I am meant to be your wife…”

“ No… God told me you had a special assignment in my life..”

“ It means the same thing” I said crying

“ No… I believe it has do with a spiritual assignment.. Timi, please you can’t be pregnant for me. This is stain on my ministerial testimony. God has shown me I will still pastor a church. Having a child outside wedlock will be a bad testimony” Timi said kneeling

“ What do you want me to do?” I asked

“ I don’t know!” Papa said breaking down in tears…

“ I will go for an abortion to save your ministry, but you must not betray me.” I said as I knew I was not ready to be the mother of a child in my final year in school.

“ I won’t.. I promise, just cover my shame..”

“ I will, I believe that is why God said I am made for you, if this had happened with another woman, they would expose you, but I cannot do that rather I will cover you up.” I said raising him from his knees and wiping his tears.

I carried the Bible from his study table and laid it in his lap…

“ Swear by this Word of God, that you will not betray me.” I said and with tears flowing from Papa’s eyes he swore to me.

I left his room that night very elated, I kept saying to myself…

“ All things works together for them that love the Lord”.

The next day, I went to a faraway hospital and lied that I was raped and needed to do an evacuation. The hospital nurses told me the hospital doesn’t do D&C. It was against the policy of the hospital as it was owned by a believer. As I was leaving the clinic, a nurse approached me and wrote out some pills I could use, she also gave me the address of a small clinic in the outskirts where I could do the abortion.

I appreciate her and traced the clinic.

It was a dirty looking hospital with almost all its glass shattered. The nurse I met at the reception looked like a cleaner instead of a nurse. She was chewing gum like there was no tomorrow.

“ I hope I don’t regret this abortion” I said silently to myself….