One evening, I was returning to see Zainab when I saw Father Kaka coming down the bushy path that led to the uncompleted building. In anger, I paused to glare at him, my hand folding into a fist at my side.
“What are you doing here?!” I asked tersely.
He had his rosary wrapped around the fingers of his right hand while he held his bible to his chest with his other. He paused too and nervously answered. “May the Good Lord be with you, brother Chike.” He did the sign of the cross on the air towards me.
“Spare me that crap, my friend and answer the damn question!” I impatiently snapped, not the slightest bit convinced by his charade.
“I was just driving by and I decided to stop over to see Zainab?”
“Really?” I eyed him. “What for?! Sleeping with her numerous times were not enough right?! If you know that’s how you like that part of a woman so much, why did you become a priest?!”
“Brother Chike…” He began carefully after glancing around to make sure that no one else was around to hear him. “Even men of God are tempted. Not only did the Bible says that the flesh is weak, it also said to err is human but to forgive is divine.”
“Really?” I folded my arms under my chest now, fixing a mean look at him. “So the same bible encourage priests to go around sleeping with mentally challenged people?!”
“Brother Chike, you should understand that my sleeping with Zainab wasn’t my intention. I mean, she’s a very beautiful girl with an alluring body. I wonder why you failed to see that earlier. She tempted me. She was always wearing torn clothes and as she grew, she became more curvy and alluring and I must say, I had a moment or two of weakness and I couldn’t hold back. I’m very sorry.”
To be continued…
© Angela Okoduwa