©️Opeyemi O.Akintunde

We travelled in TOTAL Silence, and coincidentally, Henry was playing a song in his Jeep “ Only You can do what no man can do” by Nigerian Gospel Artist Ada. This was bringing out more tears from my eyes.

There were moments my eyes and that of Henry’s met in the mirror, but it didn’t last long. There were moments I want to blurt out at him, but Gold had her right hand locked in my left hand as a way of cautioning me. Whenever, I made the move to speak, she would clutch my hand. Gold felt like the Holy Spirit was living in her and was working through her. We travelled for over two hours before we got to our destination. The outskirt was a very local place, with lots of potholes and lousy people shouting each other’s name in greetings. Was this my new abode? I thought silently, this was playing too much of a fool.

Henry dropped our bags, gave us the key to the house and got back into the car without entering. All he said was

“ I promise to come and see you once in a while”.. A promise he never kept….

He got into his Jeep and zoomed off, even though when he zoomed off, he stopped some meters away like someone who was reconsidering his actions, he reversed a little but stopped and zoomed away again…

That was the last I saw of him for two months, but a lot happened within two months….

For starters, when we got into the BQ (Boys Quarters), I started crying, but Gold started Praising God… She was thanking God for all the amazing things we had and indirectly referencing me…

“ God, I thank you for what you have been doing, Thank you for Emerald and I, thank you for Mum and Dad, thank you for Mum, because I know according to your word which Mum taught me, We should always give thanks in all things. I am so happy because I know you are with us”

And surprisingly, Gold brought out her small music box and started playing some gospel songs. Gold was a dancer, so she started dancing…Emerald joined her, they pulled me to join them but I was not interested.

“ Isokene!” Yes, It was about time I called her. I took my phone and stepped out of the BQ. As I stepped out, I saw the large expanse of land, Henry was yet to build on…

“ Hello, Aunty….You are back?” Isokene said the instant she picked up

“ Yes!… “

“ Oh Jesus!,” She also burst into a song of praise…” Thank you Jesus!, Thank you for answering my prayers, Halleluya… Aunty, I am so on my way to your house right now”

I had to tell her everything that happened and how I was no more living in the city… I told her to come over the next day, but she insisted she was coming over immediately…I insisted because of Ibidolo and she saw reason with me. I hung up and I felt relieved.

The house was really dusty, so Gold and Emerald spent the rest of the day cleaning the house, while I sat outside in the compound. Once again, I looked at the land that had been unused. Maybe Gold was right, I could build an edifice here with my savings… No ! That was not right! What if Henry never came back…Hmm.. What if he just came here to dump us… what would happen to my dream of Gold having her university education abroad…? I asked myself….

The best thing I thought of was to go fix my money in the bank for My children’s University education. And find something doing temporarily to keep body and soul together….I thought of a lot of things I could do, but the environment I was , was not business friendly. A boutique would be a failure, a supermarket would be a failure as well.. I was still at my thought when I heard Gold shouting …

“ Mum, Emerald is having her attack!”
I had totally forgotten about Emerald’s asthma, the dust must have been too much for her. Her inhaler was no where in sight! When I asked Gold to search Emerald’s bags we realized Emerald had left it in the former house 2 hours away from us….

I couldn’t Lose Emerald… No God! Please God!

©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

I was sweating profusely, Emerald was gasping for breath. I had to think, there was no car.

That was the moment it dawned on me that My car was actually at the other House. Was I so dumb not to have taken my car? It was half past nine in the outskirt that had no electricity. I was not even sure of where the nearest hospital was. I suddenly remembered a home remedy I heard was good for kids with asthma….

“ Gold, get me the coffee we brought back with us…and boil water as well”

“ Boil water? with what ? Mum there is no power!” And at that same instant I knew God was on the throne…. A miracle happened

The power company supplied us light….Gold shouted the obvious…


She dashed into the kitchen to boil the water. I carried Emerald and pulled along with me one of the dining chair outside the house. I knew she needed fresh air. I placed her on the chair and made her sit upright…

“ Emerald, I know you can hear me, try to breath slowly, baby… I give you the blood of Jesus Christ to drink…You shall not die in Jesus name. My marital crisis will not affect you in Jesus name… God, please have Mercy Lord…. I am sorry for not taking care of my home front … I am sorry for leaving my husband behind “…

Ever since this whole marital drama started, I had not completely accepted the fact that I was the one to be held responsible for my marital problem, but here I was asking for Mercy when the reality of another member of my family slipping off my hand hit me…

Gold brought the warm coffee and I gave to Emerald in little drops, as she swallowed, she was getting relieved….

“So Betty, that was how you would have lost Emerald? I said trying to talk sense to myself…

“ So Because a woman took your husband, Should that end your life? Shame on you Betty…”

“Really? So this is all the strength you have in you?And so what if, Henry says he is no more interested in marrying you, should you become a piece of vegetable ,lose your children and self worth… So should you also lose your ministry…Oh Preaching about Christ should be when all things are rosy? No Betty? Even in this state, you ought to brace up ,this is another phase of ministry telling other women not to neglect their homes, not to ignore their husbands,not to give room for the mistresses, because when they come in, it’s always hard to get them out… Your life is a perfect example…
Betty! Get a grip on your self!”

I didn’t care if anyone could hear me yelling in the compound, but I knew Gold was standing somewhere behind me… Emerald was asleep and Gold had slept earlier, but I guess my voice woke her up….

“ So Mum, what’s your resolution!” I heard her saying

“ I will take a day as it comes, you might need to change your school, as I may not be able to pay the fees for your school.” I said

“ I appreciate the fact that you are taking charge of your life back, but are you losing hope on getting back your husband?”

“ What is the point of a husband if I am not mentally ok… Gold, as it is , right now, I have forgiven your father and the mistress… in fact they will be in my prayers and if it is the Lord’s Will for Henry and I to come back together, All praise to God!”

With those last words I went to sleep and for God to know I was truthful to myself ….I prayed this prayer on my knees beside my bed

“ Father, I thank you for what happened today, I know it was a wake up call for me and sincerely from my heart I forgive Margaret and Henry. I pray that Henry truly finds you back and knows your perfect will for his life and Margaret, I really don’t know the kind of prayer you expect me to pray for her, but …”

And just like a flash the dream I had months back flashed through my mind…

The dream where I saw a male cousin of mine sleeping on my matrimonial bed and when I asked him to stand up from there, he told me, he wasn’t going to get up from my bed since he didn’t have another bed… In the dream, I went through the stress of looking for another room for him and started laying the bed for him… It was until I found a new bed for him that he left my bed….

I stood up from my kneeling position as the interpretation of the dream became clear and I heard the voice of the HolySpirit….

“ Most mistresses are not evil, they are just desperate to find a resting place, If you want her out of your home, help her find another home!”

“Jesus Christ!” Was all that came out of my mouth… God was asking me to pray or help my husband’s pregnant mistress find her own husband….

You should have seen the big look of shock I gave to God in my room…

Was this right?Praying for my husband’s mistress….CAN YOU DO IT? HONESTLY?