Things continued moving so fast and we enrolled for pre-marital counselling. As a Pastor’s girl, I’m privileged to receive both the class counselling and a one-on-one with Pastor Toks and his wife. After one of our counselling days, I got home to my lonely 1-bedroom apartment (of course, myself and Dimeji decided there would be no form of co-habiting during our courtship days to avoid stories that touch but it’s not like I didn’t wish to stay with him sometimes. Boy, was he a romantic, as in, reeeeeaaaallllyyyy romantic) ok, back to the story, no deviations. I got home and just threw myself on the couch. I had had dinner with Dimeji so no need bothering to enter kitchen. My phone beeped and I picked it up and saw it was a ping from Pastor Toks.
“Bless you, Dami”
“Bless you too, Pastor”.
“Are you home now?”
“Yes. Just got in about 10 mins ago”
“Hope you are well?”
“Yes, I am. Thank you Pastor”
“I have been having concerns about Dimeji, and there’s been the pressure in my Spirit so I thought to discuss it with you. From the little times of conversations I have had with him, I think he is shallow in the word. I cannot say he is not born again but he doesn’t strike me as a growing believer. In summary, dear, my Spirit is not convinced about him. But as you know, the decision is yours to make. Nobody must tell you what to do”.
“Sir, I really do not know what to say. I have prayed and I’m at peace with him”. I replied. If you were sitting next to me, you would have heard the beats of my heart. I was sweating.
“Just keep being sensitive in the Spirit. If you sense any absence of peace do let me know” Pastor Toks said. “Talk to you later”.
Now don’t see me as a totally spiritually insensitive person. I had sensed it from the onset. He doesn’t come to church some days because he’s had a very rough week and needed to catch some rest (Errr…. Well, at least he comes most of the time). There were times when he came to pick me from the office in the evenings and I could smell alcohol in his breath. I asked him once and he said it was something he ate at a chinese restaurant (Can’t remember the name he called it now).
Two months into our dating, I once got him angry, I know I was at fault then, he fumed so much that he raised his palm to give me a slap but then got back to his senses. He made up for that with a Bvlgari wrist watch the next day(people make mistakes, at least, he came back to his senses without hitting me plus I’m a sucker for Bvlgari. Do you even know how much that goes for?). Sometimes, when we leave church and I bring up some scriptures that were mentioned for us to start up a discussion on, he just gives me this blank look and he would raise another topic. The day I mentioned how much I pay as offering to him (was I supposed to tell him?), he just gave me this look of “you must be kidding me” (well, my decision for what I pay as offering is a covenant, not everyone is exposed to this). I may not term him generous but he is generous with me sha. The one that has got my heart questioning is the fact that he has never allowed me meet any of his friends. He always finds a reason to make sure our paths do not cross(maybe, these people are not so close to be a bother, if they were, he would have introduced them). I ususally do not see any keen interest when I bring up issues concerning my parents or younger ones( maybe, it’s because I’m just being overly observant). You see, I had excused every little flaw I saw with him. After all, there’s no perfect man out there. You take the imperfect man and convert him to a perfect husband(this is my quote, ensure you include my name when quoting it. Lol). I told myself severally, “this is just a speck. I’ll get to change him when we get married”.
Errrrrrr…….. I’ve got to go and cook now. Please let’s continue this gist tomorrow.