WHEN I WAS A WIFE

Singers, we married.

After a recital at our wedding, Dave winked at me. I smiled. He laid some kiss on my right ear and whispered,

"I love that number, baby. I wish we could sing the song Sheri and Jeff sang in the Gaither's home-coming concert at our dinner, this evening."

I nodded.

"You're my bread, when I'm hungry
You're my shelter from troubled wind
You're my anchor in life's ocean
But most of all,
You're my best friend."

I silently hummed along before I noticed smart Steve, the photographer had captured that thrilling moment.

At half past two, the reception ended.

We both held hands happily as we walked out of the hall.

"Champion!"
"Beautiful!"
"Exotic!"

Our loved ones exclaimed as Dave carried me in his arms into the Limo.

"I want to love like you when I grow up," five year old
Rukayat said.

Everyone laughed. My heart went everywhere at once.

It was the beginning of forever.

We held the dinner in my father-in-law's courtyard. Kolade gave us a back up on the bass strings. I dressed in a coral short fifties-style dress. Dave dashed in a royal tuxedo. Friends and family rocked it well too. It was indeed a splash.

That night, I eavesdropped  a phone conversation between Dave and someone.
I didn't really understand until we found ourselves at Eiffel Tower in Paris on Tuesday afternoon. That was just a wow!

On a fortnight Monday, my husband returned work after our vacation. I helped him with his shoes.

"Let's go dine before I have a shower," he hurriedly said.

I could read hunger on his throat. We smiled.

After taking some spoons, I broke the silence asides the clicks.

"You like this meal?"

"I've been eating at Cresco Foods since I was a bachelor."
Dave stopped.

"What does that mean?"

"I need no angel to tell me where Jesus was born, dear."

"I'm sorry, Prince."
"It's Ok."

My head dropped. I sighed.

     * * * * *
My father-in-law, through his connections, got me a good job, not very late. I had always prayed for great in-laws when I was single.
I'm glad to have gotten a delightful answer.

As time winded, I got pressures from my place of work. Kasali was too enticing. Sixty-year old Mr Joseph became a thorn in my flesh after I warned him severally to stay clear from me. Bruce, a consultant was always telling me he would give me a green card. Well, thank God my husband was not unaware as we steered the wheels together. Consequently, he gave me strategies and reassured me of his love.

On May 22nd, my birthday, he bought me a  very nice birthday cake and an expensive fruit wine. Whilst trying to lift the bottle out of the bag, it fell off.My brain had some seconds siesta immediately.

Before I would say Jack... he looked straight into my eyeballs and said,

"Adedunke, I love you dearly."

I did not know whether to smile or cry as I watched him cleaning it up again. He went out straightway and got another including some chocolates. Dumbfounded, that was my state.
Months rolled. We were confidently happy. No third party came in between us. The wine of our bliss flowed freely.

Out of the blue, something disrupted. It was on the following night Dave travelled to Apple Island for a career conference. He promised to be back in ten days. That wasn't too long though but I'd miss him like it's a decade.
My old friends, Rachel and Tosin back then in College visited me. We gisted, shared old memories and laughed loud. Rachel mentioned how she's been envying my marriage. I overlooked that. We continued.

My husband's call interrupted.

"Hello, Dave's queen."

"We're good here. What's up in Apple Island?"

"Seminars, paper reviews, awards... There's so much gist, till I come."

"Alright."

"How's our baby kicking?"

"Aww...Maybe he wants to say, daddy, hi."

"Really?" He asked jokingly.

"...Ok, bye. Please be careful with those old College friends of yours. I love you loads."

You too."

Was that a timely warning? I shrugged. We ended the call.

My friends eyed me.

Suddenly, Tosin brought up a party invitation. I turned down squarely, besides, my husband's physical absence does not break that rule. However, I got persuaded by the duo until I joined in the decision.

That night, I followed them in the gown I wore for our dinner sheepishly. We got to the venue 8pm. I requested a low cocktail at the reception. Then we walked in.

God! I was shocked to marrow by the scene. The weed smokes were high, music with unlimited decibels, different coloured drinks, dance steps I've never seen, a hand that tapped me: that was all I could remember.

I woke up in Salem Medical Centre wearing a sanitary pad.

"Was I raped?"

"Yes, you were, blindly. Sorry, it is well. We just had a D&C to save you too. Be fine, please."  A slender nurse replied me.

I cried uncontrollably

"I was tempted.I was drugged. Three days ago?" My memory managed to refresh.

"What of my baby?"

"You lost him.Sorry, ma'am."

I cried more.

"You need to rest, please," said the nurse.

"Thank you. Is my husband here?"

"He was. He left some minutes ago after paying the bills."

"Can I get a telephone to call him, please?"

"Ok."

He told me how disappointed he was. I argued to play safe. He dropped.

 * * * * * *

Days after I was discharged, I still had no clue about Dave's whereabouts. I was home all alone. Then weeks skipped. I tried meeting  my in-laws; no way.

"Was I sorry? No, I tried to cover up."

"Dave was a true husband. I've failed him many times yet his reactions had always been I love you, baby. In him, I found love to be a verb and noun together."

My thoughts multiplied.

Months passed. I remained in his house. Where is my Dave?

Alas! I WAS A WIFE?!

"I will arise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him but I found him not."

I was mad with myself.

"Please, did you find my Dave?
          * * * *
"By night on my bed sought him whom my soul loves: but I found him not."

I was still in his house.

"I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him but he gave me no answer."

I was on the streets. Alas! I WAS A WIFE?

"If you find my beloved, tell him , that I am sick of love."

"The keepers of the wall took away my veil from me."
 
      * * * * *

That may be you. Don't leave yet!

You were espoused to Him a bride in white spotless linen, covered with veil and decorated with royalty. He showered you with the greatest love. You still live in His house, but you are no longer His wife. You have His writs with you, but you already lost His presence. The Spirit warned, but you would not yield.

So many christians today have lost their heads in the high weed. Don't let that gift, title, collar, respect  or feeling deceive you. It would be shocking, hearing the scarest words ever, DEPART FROM ME, I KNOW YOU NOT, YOU WORKERS OF INIQUITY.

In the courts, rendering physical services but NO LONGER THE BRIDE OF CHRIST; how sad will it be to realize at the judgment bar!

Many churches with committed goers, but few brides!
WHERE WILL YOU SPEND ETERNITY?

"Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent..." (Rev 2:5) Examine. Repent, don't argue. Amend.
Revelation 16:15 says, "Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed is he  that watcheth, and keepeth his garments,  lest he walk naked, and they see his  shame."

(DISCLAIMER: The above story is a divinely-inspired fiction. Allusions are taken from Songs of Solomon in the Bible. If you find any coincidence, take it as a message from God. Also, there are moral lessons*

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