I prayed and I cried to God daily to touch my husband wherever he was and bring him home to me. I have practically become a shadow of my self. I was still getting congratulatory messages from people, if only they knew what I was going through.

This is the 8th day since my husband disappeared. No calls, no texts, absolutely nothing. In had told myself that once it gets to the 10th day then I will go to the police, but I am still believing God to touch him and bring him home to me.

Suddenly I heard the door bell ring, I jumped up to open and check and there was no one. I went back inside to sit down and continue my crying which has become a daily activity for me. Just as I was about to sit, I heard the door bell ring again. I didnt want to go but it wouldn’t stop and so I got up and reluctantly went to check who it was. When I opened the door, Isaiah was there.

I stood there and stared at him as if I was seeing a ghost. And after some minutes, I shifted from the door to allow him come in. He came in and stood like someone who was scared of his own house.

I looked at him for a while, he was looking tattered and dirty, then I stepped into the kitchen to prepare water for him to take his bath. I stayed in the kitchen until the water was ready, and then I carried the water to the bathroom for him, and then I went ahead to prepare his food. When the food was ready I made to set the table but then I told him that his water was in the bathroom and he should go and have his bath.

I finished setting his food on the dinning and as I turned to return to my seat, I saw my husband fully on his knees weeping.

Isaiah: Honey am sorry, please forgive me.

Tears fell from my eyes and I just kept quiet and allowed them flow.

Isaiah: Baby please forgive me please, I am truly sorry

Me: What happened?

Isaiah: baby, I know you won’t believe me but I can’t remember anything.

Me: oh please dont give me that line.

Isaiah: please believe me, I can’t tell you what happened, all I remember is getting a call that Marvis..

Me: stop stop stop, I dont want to hear that name in this house.

Isaiah: bu bu but……

Me: I said stop, just stop. Please go and bath. Just go.

I watched as my husband walked to the bathroom and I discovered he has lost weight. I picked up my phone and I called mummy.

Mummy: Is he back?

Me: yes mom. How did you know?

Mummy: God told me he will return today.

Me: Mummy I am so angry right now, I dont think I want to stay here with him anymore. Not after all he has done. (Starts crying) mummy she kept him for eight days, she spent our wedding night with him. She kept him for 8days and now he returns and starts giving me stories. Am so fed up.

Mummy: Listen D, this is just the beginning. And you have to stand and fight for your home and for your man.

Me: Mummy I can’t, I dont have the strength, marriage is just 8days old and am already fighting? I can’t mom.

Mummy: you can and you will. A wise woman builds her home not give up on it. A wise woman is a praying woman and a praying woman is a perfect woman. A perfect woman is a patient woman, a perfect woman is a forgiving woman, a perfect woman is a woman who is excellent in wifing, in mothering, in cooking, in bed and in everything. A perfect woman is a woman who fears God and respects her husband, a perfect woman is a woman wholistically. And my dear, you are a perfect woman so you will stand and build your home, do you understand?

Me: No mom I dont.

Mummy: dont worry dear, soon you will

I ended the call and I watched Isaiah come out from the bathroom, I watched him eat slowly. I looked at his face and I saw the man that I fell in love with and I knew he was truly sorry. I knew right then that I have forgiven him.
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The next few weeks was heaven on earth. My husband and I started a fresh honey moon in our house. He was so nice and caring and I was the happiest woman on earth. I have totally forgotten about all that transpired on my wedding night. Isaiah was the best thing that any woman could pray for. He was involved in everything in the house. Cooking, washing, everything and he didnt even allow me go out alone. In the evening time, we would sing and play. Life was just beautiful.

Me: honey. It s exactly a month since our wedding, and we are going back to church by Sunday how do you feel?

Isaiah: (sitting up) baby, I actually wanted us to talk about that.

Me: what is it dear.

Isaiah: baby, I dont want us to go back to that church.

Me: what? I I I dont get you.

Isaiah: I said I dont want us to go back to that church.

Me: (burst out laughing because it sounded funny) dear, sorry am laughing am just trying to understand what you mean. How can you just wake up and say you want us to stop church. The church where you and I met, the church that supported our wedding and the church that wedded us, you just want us to stop, just like that?

Isaiah: baby, I know the church did all of this for us and I will be forever grateful to papa and mama. But I think its time we left the church.

I studied my husband for sometime and I realized he wasn’t joking. So I sat up.

Me: Baby you are not joking I can see that. Now tell me one, (I raised my one finger to make sure he understood me) just one reason why you want us to stop and I will not argue. I will just follow you.

Isaiah: sweetheart the truth is, I dnt know. I dont have any reason, I only know I dont want to go there anymore. My spirit is no more there, something feels odd there, I just dont want to be there anymore.

I looked mockingly at him before lying down on his legs again.

Me: Baby, relax, you are feeling this way today. On Sunday after papa’s message trust me you will feel better. Am sure you are just tired that’s why you are talking like this.

Isaiah didnt argue. Instead he raised one of our songs and then we sang together.
My mind quickly went back to what he said about stopping church. I started thinking of many reasons why my husband would want to stop church.

Me: (could it be because of Marvis, is he thinking of going back to her? I quickly wiped the thought of my head. My husband is a good man and will not go back to that witch)

Sunday finally came and I was excited. Its the first time I’d be going to church with my husband. I was singing joyfully as I hurriedly got things ready. When I finished dressing I went to the sitting room to see if my husband was ready. Surprisingly he was there sitting and watching TV.

Me: Honey, you are not ready?
He kept quiet.

Me: Honey I am talking to you, why ain’t you ready, dont you want to go to church?

Isaiah: No I dont,

Me: Honey dont say that, why won’t you go to church. Please go and get dressed am waiting for you.

Isaiah: Honey, honestly i dont want to go to that church again please.

Me: Baby , (I said rubbing his head) let’s go today, just today and I promise you that after the service if you still feel like this, then we will stop.

Isaiah: no no

Me: Baby please (I said in the most loving way ever, knowing fully well that he can’t say no to me) Baby please….. (I bent and gave him a kiss on his lips)

Isaiah was not ready to go to church but for my sake he got ready and reluctantly followed.


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