Josephine wore her elegant white wedding dress. She looked so beautiful in it. Her friends were buy taking pictures with her before the service began. She was so excited. This had been her wish; to be married to the man she truly loved who would accept her and her shortcomings. Thompson wore a sky blue suit. He had his hair cut in a nice way. He was bubbling with joy. At last, the day has come.
The procession hymn started. Reverend James held Josephine’s hand as they walked into the church. Everyone was looking at her with royalty. It was indeed a glorious day. After thirty minutes, the Arch Bishop pronounced them as husband and wife. Thompson jumped for joy. Josephine was close to tears as she got the reality that Thompson had become his husband. Their parents were very happy to witness the glorious occasion.
The ceremony came to an end with a recessional hymn, ‘God give us Christian home.’ Thompson held his wife firmly as they both walked down the aisle. The choir ushered them as the assistant choir master played the song on the grand piano. The congregation stood on their feet and sang with them. (Dear reader, this is not a dream.)
God give us Christian homes!
Homes where the Bible is loved and taught,
Homes where the Master’s will is sought,
Homes crowned with beauty Your love has wrought;
God give us Christian homes;
God give us Christian homes!………..
“Wow! At last! This is awesome.” Thompson said taking off his suit as they entered their new apartment as a couple.
“As in, I can’t believe it. After two years of courtship.” Josephine smiled.
“I’m so happy.” He removed his shoe.
“I’m happier.” Josephine replied and they laughed.
“But I’m famished, Phinny.”
“You like food.” She removed her shoe.
“Wow, glory to God in the highest. Phinny, let’s worship God. I feel like we should just bless God.” He suggested.
“You can start; I will join you soon. I need to microwave the rice mummy gave us in the flask. It might get spoilt.”
“What are you saying? Is rice more important than God. Let’s just give worship Him for few minutes now.” He insisted
“It’s alright. Let’s worship then. God’s child.” She replied sarcastically.
They held each other’s hand and Thompson began to sing. “All the glory must be to the Lord, for He is worthy of our praise, no man on Earth should give glory to Himself. All the glory must be to the Lord.”
Josephine joined him as he was about to sing it for the second time. Thompson opened his eyes and was shocked to hear her voice. It went off key and off balance. He felt like his ears should fall off. The sounds coming from Josephine was not appealing to the ear at all. He had to leave Josephine alone to complete the song on her own.
He changed to another song, ‘Glorious God, beautiful King, excellent God, I bow before your throne.’ Alas! Josephine modulated on a full note on a new key as she joined him. Thompson head was aching right now. His ear was not accustomed to anything like this. He had to leave her at the middle for her to complete the song. He couldn’t follow with that kind of song.
His couldn’t believe his ears when Josephine was missing the lyrics of the song. She sang, Glorious God, excellent King, beautiful God, I now before your throne.’ If there was anything Thompson was allergic to, one of the top three was hearing people missing the lyrics of songs. He detested that habit. He had to stop singing and began to pray. He really wanted to continue the worship but Josephine’s voice stopped him.
He prayed the prayer of thanksgiving for few minutes and committed the new home into God’s hands. After everything, he sat down and was just looking at his wife.
“Can I go to the kitchen now?” She asked.
“Phinny, you didn’t do anything about your voice.”
“Here, we go again. Leave my voice. Moreover, you can help me with it now.”
“At this stage!” He exclaimed.
“Yes of course. Perhaps, that was why kismet brought us together.” She said sitting beside him.
“Kismet? What is kismet?” he was confused.
“Oh, it means fate.” She answered. “Because we were destined for each other.”
“Hmmmm, okay o. The issue is just that I don’t know where to start from in your case.” He said.
“Start from anywhere.”
“Please, get us something to eat. We’ve not eaten since morning. I’m very hungry.”
“Wait dear, do you even go to the kitchen?” She asked
“Just once in a while if mummy is not at home. And the only thing I do is indomie or boil rice. I don’t really like going to kitchen. Why did you ask?” He fixed his gaze on her.
“It’s our honeymoon. So, you just want to sit here and watch me go to the kitchen. I was thinking you should join me.” She suggested.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe some other time.”
“Mummy had spoilt you.” She concluded and left.
Mabel was in her part three. She was well known for her ministry in bringing back the addicts to normal way of life. Professor Richard’s son had been changed. He was now the assistant worker’s secretary of the fellowship while Mabel didn’t hold any executive office. People wondered why she was not one of the executive of the fellowship. She had been so active as a worker even than some of the executive members. She had been doing well academically too. She came for Thompson’s wedding and worked tirelessly as one of the protocol officers. She was so happy for them and never thought of the fact that Thompson finally left her.
As a matter of fact, relationship was not in her mind. She believed that God would favor her when the time comes too. After the wedding, Bro. Dagar went to remit the offering he had collected from the people seated at the pavilion of the church.
“Sis. Mabel, this is the offering from pavilion A” He said.
He was leaving when Mabel called him again, “Sir, please let me record it before you leave.”
“Oh, that’s true.” He turned back.
Mabel was counting and Samson’s eyes was all over her. She finished counting and looked up. She realized that he had been watching her all day long. “It’s complete sir. Thank you.” Samson didn’t answer her, he had been carried away. Mabel had to increase her voice, “Bro. Samson, I said it’s complete.”
He came back to his senses,” oh, no. I mean yes. It is. Thank you.”
“Alright.” Mabel recorded it and brought out some document. Samson walked away and came back again
“Sis. Mabel please, can you give me like five minutes? I want to see you.” He said calmly.
She was surprised to see him this calm and quiet, “go ahead sir. But I hope there’s no problem sir.
“Not at all. Sis. Mabel, I don’t know… I just think….”
“What is it sir? Mabel asked.
He smiled, “never mind. I will tell you later ma. Never mind. I just want to check on you.”
Mabel was surprised, “Bro. Sam, are you sure there’s no problem?”
“There’s no problem at all. Just be good ma.” He left immediately.
Mabel understood his plight but didn’t want to conclude. She just said a word of prayer in her heart, “O Lord, please don’t give him utterance. This man is not my type at all. Moreover, I don’t like any of his name, I don’t like any at all. His real name and even his baptismal name. Lord, give me any other person apart from him. Someone who can carry this vision with me.”.
It was 7:00am that Saturday morning. Thompson was playing his piano in the room. He was enjoying himself with the soft strings he was playing. He was just scoring ‘if you believe by Jasper Wills.’ His wife came in for the second time.
“Thompson, why do you like to just disturb me? I don’t like this sound. Please, can you just stop the rehearsal or you use a headphone. It’s really disturbing me.”
“How will you say you don’t love the sound from a piano?” He lifted up his eyes.
“Why should I love it? No, tell me why I should love it.”
“I’m sorry. I will lower the volume.” He reduced the volume.
“Don’t you get it? It’s not about the volume at all. The sound is making me feel somehow. You’ve been seated with this piano since morning. Even in the evening, you will still sit there. I’ve been working tirelessly around the home, cooking and washing at the same time. All you do is sit with this non-living thing with bunch of white and black teeth.” She scowled.
“Excuse me, don’t say that again.” He stood up.
“And if I say that?” she moved closer to where he was standing. “What will you do if I say that? I don’t understand you. Every considerate husband assists their wives on Saturdays except my own. He’s always sitting with piano. Please, did you marry me or the piano?” she said after pointing her finger at the piano disgustingly.
Thompson was boiling with anger, “Phinny, be careful how you talk to me. This is my ministry. Today is Saturday for Peter’s sake and I’m going for rehearsal. What should I teach them? Scoring a song is not like cooking or washing. It’s not a two hours thing for crying out loud.”
“And for crying out loud, do you have to be the one to teach them all the time? Don’t you have an assistance? What is she doing? Answer me, what is the job of your assistance? They should know you are married.”
“Knowing that I’m married doesn’t mean I should lose focus of doing what I love……”
“What you love is your piano. Oh! Now I see, what you love is your piano. Then, I’m what you hate.” Josephine pointed to herself.
“I’m not saying I hate you.” He raised his hands.
“But you are saying you dislike me. As a matter of fact, it’s so obvious. You know what? You will have to seat with your piano and let that piano give you your food and also give you children. But you love it……”
“Phinny, okay I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” He pleaded and sat down.
“You are sorry. What you say all the time. You are always sorry. Anyways, just to let you know that this sound disgusts me. It irritates me. I’m not a fan of this. I mean, how can a married man, a responsible married man just sits and be playing with one thing that makes sound. I can’t place it. Don’t you even have other things to do?”
Thompson was getting tired of the argument. He just managed to talk, “Josephine, I thought you were eager to learn this thing years back. As a matter of fact, you should love whatever I love. You have never followed me to the rehearsal for once. You don’t even encourage me to score songs anymore. I can’t even listen to songs aloud; you will ask me to use earphones. I can’t listen to musical channels that will build me up again. Josephine, this is really affecting me I must confess.”
“Now I see. Please let me ask you a question, how many married men in the church do these things you do? Please give me a sincere answer.”
“None.” He answered.
“Good. Since you’ve been doing this in the church, how many youths really want to learn it. I mean, how many of them have come to meet you that they need to learn it?” She asked again.
“None.” He was wondering what she was trying to bring out.
“I’m going somewhere. One last question, when was the time my father asked people to register for piano class or anything?”
“Not at all. He didn’t.” He replied.
“Can you see your life? When they know that you are the one who doesn’t have a job. All you do is sit and play keyboard. Do you think God is even happy with that? He’s not. Because you didn’t give room for other to join. It’s not their fault, they didn’t see any reason to do that when you are always available. The chaplain will call you, the Deacon will call you, the catechist will call you even mere worker will call you. There’s no difference between when you were single and when you are married now. Nothing has changed. Can’t you skip a rehearsal and let others think that they needed to grow. Can’t you? There’s nothing bad if you take your wife out on a Saturday, they will understand. Go and look at other married men in the church. They drive their wives in their cars to church. You will see the wives well dressed. But you, always rushing to church like a single man. Sometimes, I will get to church before I remember that I didn’t pick my shoe. Sometimes, I will forget my powder. Thompson, remember you are married. You don’t have to put everything on your head. It is only the single who should come early to church and do all these things you are doing. Be classical for once, they will respect you. Even my dad who is the Reverend is taking things easy on his wife. It is better you get a good job and be busy. If you are busy, you will not remember to listen to song not to talk of playing strings or singlet or whatever you call it. Just my advice.” She left and closed the door after her.
“Oh my God! Hmm, I think that’s true. Others will never develop with my availability all the time. I need a break too.” He was lost in thought in few minutes.
“Mr. Williams, please have the file.” One of the staffs called Bro. Dagar and gave him a file. It was their closing hour. Bro. Dagar had left his office to see Mabel who had been waiting for her at the reception.
“Alright, thank you Mrs. Kate.” He collected the file from her. “Oh Sis. Mabel, I’m so sorry I kept you waiting. I wanted to make sure I finished everything before we go. I’m very sorry.”
“No problem.” She answered. She was pretty on her white shirt gown with simple feathered design and a red shoe.
“Shall we?” He asked.
“Yes.” She rose up and carried her red bag. “Bye ma” she greeted the receptionist.
“Alright, Mr. Williams, see you tomorrow.” The receptionist greeted him. Mabel began to wonder if his name was Williams.
They were strolling down to the junction to get a cab. Bro. Dagar was not mobile. Mabel had prayed and he had received Bro. Dagar but his name had been the issue. It’s been months now and she had not given him any feedback. Bro. Dagar on the other hand didn’t disturb himself at all. They were going for a business seminar Mabel had invited him to. It was an agripreneur seminar. She invited him since he had shown his interest in rearing pigs and having a farm.
“So, are you Williams?” She broke the silence
“Yes, that’s my name. I’m Samson Williams.” He replied.
“But, how come you are Dagar, it’s confusing.”
“Actually, my mum had me when she was young. My dad didn’t show up and she gave me her maiden name and I became a Muslim by default. You know she was from the North. She’s late now.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. That’s pathetic.” She said calmly feeling sorry for him.
“That’s nothing at all. It’s been long now. My dad is a Yoruba man. I was seventeen when my father came home and one way or the other, the issue was settled. I became a Christian and did my baptism. I had to go for a change of name after my first degree. But the thing is that people are used to calling me my former name and I just don’t want to stress myself. So I left it that way. That’s all for now.” He smiled.
“I never knew you were Williams o.” She became so shy and was ashamed of her reason for not replying him all these while.
“Oh, so you would have said yes.” He looked at her.
She became unsettled, “no….not really…that was not the reason….you know I just didn’t know…….”
“And now that you know.” He cut in.
“Ehn, let’s give it time. Plus, I have a son and I…..”
“I know that since. So stop stressing yourself to say anything. I’ve carried out my research so well before giving manifesto. I know so many things about you that even you don’t know.” He said.
“Oh, really?” She was shocked.
“Let me shock you. Your son’s name is Kingsley. He’s in Canada as we are speaking now. Your best color is peach. You are allergic to cold……..
She cut in sharply, “Ha! Bro. Williams, that’s enough.”
“So, I’m Williams now. Like you are calling me Williams already. This God is a great God.” He said and they both laughed.
Mabel was looking at him throughout the seminar and was wondering how he got to know so many things about her. She concluded on giving him a positive response after the seminar. He was concentrating on the seminar and didn’t even notice her at all. The seminar lasted for three hours.
Everyone left the hall. Mabel asked Williams to wait. She didn’t even waste any time in giving the yes. But to her surprise, Williams didn’t give any sign of happiness.
“What happened? Are you not happy?” She asked feeling sad.
“Sis. Mabel, I don’t have a car.” He looked depressed.
“I’m not after what you drive. I’m only after what drives you.” She answered.
“Are you for real?” He was amazed.
“Yes.” She answered with confidence.
“The next thing is I need a manager for my piggery farm. Will you do that?” He said that and burst with laughter.
“Now, I know you are a clown.” She joined him.
Thompson rushed into his office and was pacing from one end to the other. He called his friend, Kunle to join him in the office as soon as possible. The latter entered so scared.
“What is the matter, Thompson. I was scared with that call.” Kunle locked the door.
“Kunle, it’s been two years now. Josephine is not yet pregnant.” He said opening wide his eye balls.
“And so? Was that why you called me? Two years? Is that even why you are shouting?” Kunle said.
Published By: Ifeoluwa ORISAKAHUNSI