I am 28 years of age, a young man who plays keyboard in my church. Doing God’s work as a young man became part of me as I grow but the devil wouldn’t allow me to have my peace.
Any day I feel not strong enough to go to church, the service becomes porous and you will see many people passing by my house to check for the reason why I couldn’t make it.
I never know my pastor’s wife was having her own plans for me. In the church, the instrumentalist are always seated in opposite direction to the deaconesses, face each other and pastors wife is also here.
I can’t tell a lie that pastors wife is not beautiful. She is one amongst the many women any man can see for the first time and have his own plans. Everything of hers is on point if she passes by you on the road, you have no option than to look back.
One day after church service while pastor waits outside for her, she called me and ask if I could have that time enough to teach her how to play the keyboard like myself. I can’t turn her offer down, I accepted to come over to her house anytime she is ready to learn. We exchanged contacts and part ways.
In the evening, she sent me a text messaging telling me how great I look when playing the keyboard. She also added her goodnight wishes.
It all started one beautiful Thursday when I was on my way back home from the farm and my phone wouldn’t stop ringing. I refused to pick the call thinking i t was my mum who always calls every two minutes to check on me anytime I go to farm but I had it all wrong after my SMS alert came after another set of ringing tones. Now I deep my hand into my pocket and pick up the phone just to know it was my new keyboard learner, pastors wife. She told me to come over, so we can start the lessons.
In fact, something must really kill a man. With my tired body, I took my bath and pick up the keyboard and set off to see the beautiful creature I always see ones in every week without eating the food my mum prepared for me. When leaving the house, I told my mum, man shall not live by bread alone. Hmm mm.
I reached the mission house to meet only pastors wife at home alone wearing one beautiful dress that made me think its all over today. Nevertheless, the usual began, and she was picking lessons at speed.
When pastor came back from the meeting his wife told me about, he sat in the living room with us for sometime and said, it will be good if I come every evening from 7pm to 9pm, so that cooking at home wouldn’t be disrupted.
Now staying in pastors house became a normal to me as I am beginning to forget home. One morning, she called me to inform me her husband would be traveling for pastors meeting which will take two weeks, so I have to come and stay with her. In fact the devil is not a good friend. I thought different thing would happen but to my surprise, the days passed by and the two weeks reached. Now pastor’s wife can also play the keyboard like myself.
