Wanted – 20

Part 20

Pastor Mrs. Ifunanya continued…
“Benny dear, we do not mean any harm. We look out for the best for you. Give us the babies and live a normal life like every young lady.”

Benita replied, “God!!!! I can’t believe this. Mommy, just last week, while we worshipped, God promised to visit you. In fact, He said it is time. Why are you doing this?”

“Benny…” Pastor Kelvin called, “… I am tired of waiting. Yes. A bird at hand is worth millions in the bush. We have housed you, clothed you, gave you a field to work on. Through knowing us, you have worked effectively in your ministry and have gained fame to an extent. I will appreciate it if you can show appreciation by giving us the babies. I am ready to pay any amount, please my dear daughter.”

Benita replied, “I can’t believe this. You both are still very young; why this?”

“Hmmm…” Pastor Mrs. Ifunanya began, “… my husband has a problem medically. He can’t get a woman pregnant. I know about it. I married him out of love and hoped that there will be miracle. Please, my dear daughter…” she got on her knees. “… Don’t deny me the opportunity to be called mama Ejima, please.”

Benita answered, “Mommy, stop this. Please sit down. I understand your predicament. I know how you feel. I am sorry to say this, but I am disappointed in you both. I also have medical problems. I have a perforated womb, but Jesus put not just one, but two babies in there. My case is even worse.
I need these babies too. I have gone through so much for them. Do you think it’s a sweet experience to be chased out of my home by my own father? I have been labeled fake, a prostitute, and all sorts of names because of these babies. I am not giving up my babies. Mommy, you will carry yours. I strongly believe God’s declaration upon your life that by this time next year, the cry of a baby will be heard in this house. Don’t you know your God? Where is your faith?”

Pastor Mrs. Ifunanya replied, “I don’t have faith anymore Benita, there is no point. I need babies. God is taking too long. I have run out of patience.”

Benita said, “I’m sorry mom and dad, you can’t have mine. I need them too. They are the family I’ve got now.”

Pastor and Pastor Mrs. Kelvin left Benita’s room angrily. When they left, Benita stood up very angry. She got a bowl of water and olive oil.
“Hmmm, Zina, you are at it again. You belong to the marine. This water represents the marine, and this oil represents the power of the Holy Ghost. As I drop this oil in this water, let fire consume you. Zina, you have tormented me enough. No matter what you do, I will not serve you. In the name of Jesus, I come against you. You are defeated.”

Since that day, life hadn’t been easy with Benita in that house. Most of the time, they locked up their kitchen and went out with the key just so Benita would not eat. She came home from a ministration by 8 pm and was locked out. She called and called, but no way. She knocked and knocked but got no answer. She had to go to the house of a church member who lived close by to pass the night.

The lady was single. She lived in the big house alone with her cook and errand boy. She told Benny she was free to come in any time.

Benny worshipped all through that night. The next morning she went home. Her room was locked and her stuff kept in the laundry room.

Pastor Mrs. Ifunanya said, “My sisters are coming. They will be sleeping in that room. Use the laundry room henceforth.”

Benita replied, “Mom, please, there’s no bed in the laundry room. Please, can I at least have a mat?”

Pastor Mrs. Ifunanya replied, “I don’t have mat.”

Benita said, “Okay ma. Mom please can I use the kitchen? I’m hungry.”

Pastor Mrs. Ifunanya answered, “I’m trying to manage my gas.”

Benita responded, “Thank you ma.”

That night, Benita was so hungry. She took water and blessed it…

“Oh Lord, I bless you for this food. I shall eat and be satisfied.” She drank and slept. The next day, she went for hospital ministration and to see Doctor Malcolm.

She was about leaving when he stopped her and said, “Benny, I love you. I wish to marry you.”

(Story copied from another source).

To be continued in part twenty-one…