nisation that published this article, Instablog, has had no sympathy for my family and I. Otherwise they would have reached out to us to confirm the young lady's claims. My children are being moc

is who people believe, who they sympathise with. And right now, I am losing, but I won't be for long. The task of being a pastor's wife is multi-layered, like an onion. I have skills and weapons that you would not believe. Let's begin with my stylist. She makes sure that I am dressed head to toe in clothes and accessories that exude wealth with a hint of humility, outfits that skim my curves in a way that is attractive but not sleazy. My toenails are polished but not French manicured. I stick to warm colours and pastels, no Ruby Woo for me. And what about social media? Our church's biggest audience is on Facebook, the masses, that's why my first press release went there. I use simple, common language to appeal to a sense of connection. We are all the same, after all. On Twitter, I target the intelligentsia, I know the buzzwords and throw them around. Empowerment. Patriarchy. Community. These days I keep the comment section locked because I don't have time to argue, just inform. Then we have our PR outfit, a staff of five including a videographer. They film and edit our events, make sure to capture the special magic of our church services, with a splattering of intimate behind-the-scenes moments appearing here and there. It could be a shot of Tade rehearsing a sermon, or one of our children giving him a hug when he gets off the stage. It broadens our appeal, you see, humanises us. These videos go on our YouTube channel. The team is hard at work now in the event of the so-called scandal to upload our latest service. We worked with an external crisis manager to make sure it hit the right note. Not too defensive, not sober enough to look like an admission of guilt. I manage them all. I haven't even mentioned our social media interns, the admin team or the finance department. Do you see what I mean? I'm sure you're being cynical now. Why does spreading the word of God need so much machinery behind it? Is this the Gospel or an enterprise, right? Look around you. The world has changed and will continue to do so. Are Tade and I supposed to don sandals and robes beating drums up and down Lagos with dusty feet and cracked voices? Does that sound dignified to you? Would you even buy car insurance from someone who looks like that, how much more the word of God? Anyway, I have decided to issue my second press release in this matter. Me and this girl have only just started. Good evening my brothers and sisters, I understand that a couple of groups had an issue with being addressed as hopefuls. I apologise, I used that term with the purest intention. However, since I am aware that many people are uncomfortable with it, I will refrain from such terms. I will now use "brothers and sisters", because I believe we are connected through Christ, and God is our father. It has come to our attention that the young lady in question has released an audio tape of her exchange with our daddy in the Lord, I am also aware of the fact that she has been offered a book deal- 'My life, and the Night with Pastor' where she will detail her supposed sexual encounter with our daddy. I am reading all the comments on social media asking me to come out and have a sit down with the young lady. I apologise in advance as I will not be able to do that. The Bible says that we must flee from all appearances of sin and we should not be equally yoked with unbelievers. I strongly believe sitting with a woman of the night is an insult to our Lord and Saviour. I stand by my husband and I am sad to see people doubt the word of a man of God and his wife. What will it profit us to lie? If my husband truly slept with the young lady, he will come out, repent and retire from the church. This is the rule that has been laid down. There is no severe punishment for adultery because Jesus Christ has paid for our sins so why will Daddy lie if there is no punishment? Yes, it may affect our public image but that can be fixed through Jesus Christ and rehabilitation. My husband did not sleep with the lady in question. The tape recording may have been doctored; we live in a world where technology can and will do most things. What is voice copying in a world filled with photoshop, autotune and filters? It is possible this woman found a way to recreate our daddy's voice. It is also shameful that a publishing firm agreed to publish a book like this. They didn't think about the children that would have access to the pornography in the book or the families that would be affected. Again, we must move and act with empathy. We are living in a world filled with selfishness and sexual perverseness. We must protect ourselves and most importantly-our children. Beloved, my husband does not know this woman and he has never stepped out of our marriage. I will like to thank you all for your support and I am aware that there is a debate online about the credibility of the lady due to her profession. Please be gentle with her. She may be spreading lies but she is still human. God bless you. God bless the blogs perpetrating this evil, and God bless the young lady who has allowed the devil to use her to destroy a family. Goodnight.

d spread my legs. He dipped his fingers into a bottle of oil which he called "the anointing oil that will break the yoke" and rubbed it on my clitoris and then he crawled in between my legs and whispered against my pussy. "I have come to worship at your temple." He started to lick me and then he grabbed my thighs, wrapping them around his neck. "I want to be delivered! Deliver me sister!" I must confess I had never seen this kind of display in a man so I was unsure how to react. I just laid there and stared up at the ceiling. He finally finished his self-exorcism and thrust his erect penis into me. As he moved in and out of me, he kept saying, "We are celebrating the Lord in bed." I place my phone face down on my desk when I read that last line. I look up at the ceiling, but it does not stem the tears in my eyes. The girl might be a prostitute, but she is not a liar. Is it accurate to say that I have caught Tade cheating on two occasions, if he doesn't know? The first time was a year and a half into our marriage. I was supposed to be away for two weeks in Mushin to see a bereaved aunt. A week into the visit, the locust beans smell in her house and her constant whining drove me back home early. Mayokun was sleeping on my back and I had come in through the kitchen door because I had some foodstuff to offload. Tade's moans floated from the bedroom. For a moment I doubted that those sounds could be coming from my house, not to talk of my husband. I tiptoed to the bedroom and put my ear against the door. The creaking bed springs and squelching of sexual organs painted a picture confirming the impossible. My fingers hovered by the door handle. Hot rage and humiliation surged through me. I wanted to jump into that room and claw his eyes out. Then I remembered that Mayokun was asleep on my back. Whatever I saw if I walked into that room, my innocent child would also see. I backed away silently and fled. At the bus stop nearby I sat on a bench as my heart raced and my eyes darted about in confusion. How long had he been doing this? What did I do wrong? Maybe it was because we hadn't been having sex regularly since Mayokun was born. But he had been so understanding as I waited to heal from the stitches from his birth. I placed a hand on my chest to stem the dull ache that suffused my heart and let the tears fall. After thirty minutes, I went back home. A young woman snuck out of the front door just as I approached our home. She had all the tell-tale signs of what she was-a