14/12/2025
MY HUSBAND IS A VULTURE. (A true life story)
Episode 5
Patrick didn't burn my Bible as soon as we arrived home from our wedding. In fact, we resolved everything that happened inside the vehicle because he explained that his irritability was due to mood swings and exhaustion.
I affectionately stroked him, and we exchanged cuddles as we made our way to our room to change up.
And as you're aware that on such occasions, guests are always not left out, I mean they may likely come to celebrate with you at home, or even stay the night, just like my two siblings and my aged mother who stayed over.
Not as if my mother was old due to her age, but rather, an illness took over her, making her age rapidly overnight.
So they ended up staying the night, and in the morning, they were complaining about feeling oppressed by witchcraft during the night, something they've never complained before.
I didn't take it seriously because I hadn't experienced it that night, and that was the first time Patrick made love to me after a very long time of staying away from it, it was a beautiful moment because I had remained abstinent ever since I gave my life to Christ.
I mean, s*x was no longer had its impact on me since I gave my life to Christ, unlike when I was still living in the world, where I could barely go a week without it.
That night, I felt it once more, but this time with the pride of sharing the experience with my husband. It was a beautiful and unforgettable experience, and it left me yearning for more.
Then after the marathon, I vividly recall how exhausted we were, breathing as if we had just completed a 1000-meter race.
The experience was overwhelming, Unbeknownst to me, that some kind of forces was transferred into my body right from the moment I began having s*x with this man.
Meanwhile, my siblings and my mom went home after that night, leaving us to fend for ourselves.
Then two weeks into our marriage, one night, when he had finished making love to me and I suddenly fell asleep, patrick secretly went to the shelf again and spent over five hours there.
After I woke up abruptly and couldn't find him in bed, I walked down to the shelf as if I knew, to see him reading or can I say praying with his eyes open?
I stood there for about 15 minutes trying to get his attention, but it was unsuccessful. I then returned to bed and waited for him.
When he finally woke up, could you imagine this guy came and warned me not to be disturbing him whenever I see him in that mood again?
That who am I to disrupt him when he's talking to his God?.
Okey, it's fine. I didn't say much.
I was just an understanding wife.
After that night, I started experiencing blood coming out of my private part, could that be another period ? I pondered because It had initially occurred in the first week and ended in normal four days.
So why is it coming again? I said inaudibly, because throughout my life, I have never encountered irregular menstruation or experienced two periods in a single month, but it happens that particular month,
Although, I later attributed it to a normal hormonal changes,
Indeed, I was considering the possibility that it has been a while since s***m entered my body, that it might be as a result of his s***m or an infection causing my condition, I never that I was a walking co**se.
Then the last week of the first month into our marriage, I suggested to Patrick that we needed to go to our church and give thanks for the support we've received during this celebratory period, but he declined.
He didn't even gave attention to it.
Oya call our pastor and thank him na.? I lightly touched his arm and repeated my statement,
He then turn and give me a menacing look.
Then, realizing this, I chose to stop bothering him and decided to go on my own, because I haven't been to church since getting married.
Upon my return, I found him agitated in the living room,
He was so provoked such that his expression was giving out away his emotions.
"Where have you been?" he demanded angrily.
In response, "Where do you think I've been with Bible in my hand?" I replied .
Before I could realized, I felt a loudest slap across my face.
Are you crazy or something? I'm asking you a question and you're asking me the same?
Infact, he said, and forcefully took the Bible from my hand and burned them to ashes. I was shocked.
I couldn't believe this.
It was like a veil had been lifted from my eyes.
"What are you doing Patrick?" I asked him.
"You have the gut to burned the holy Bible?" I Asked
"I will burn it again and again." He responded.
And let me sound this as the first and the last warning to you "church girl"
This vultures roaming around the earth will eat your body up the day you leave this house again under the notion of "I'm going to church."
And any day you leave this house without my permission would lead to consequences."
Have I make myself clear? He said, And I couldn't help but cried bitterly.
I then hurriedly left the house to go and complain to my pastor, only for my pastor to pursue me out of his compound.
Jesus Christ, I couldn't believe.........
To be continued.
Written by V.I.C
