Blogger's Diary - My Encounter with the Rapist by Emeh Achanga....

I had just moved to Lagos from Cameroon a few months earlier.. it was 2010..I was lucky to clinch a job with a reputable media consultancy company in Ikeja..Since I lived at my uncle's house in Egbeda.I took a bus from Egbeda that morning, and seated beside me was the most impeccably dressed man I had seen..He looked about 40 and so out of place .

"He should be in his own car"..I thought to myself..My eyes didn't betray my thoughts as I kept a straight face .I noticed is eyes scan  me,resting on the file on my lap. It had a Lagos State government logo on it .

“Lagos State huh” he said with his eye on the file.. 

”Excuse me”? I retorted …."I mean you work with the government right "?He replied.. 

"Yes...sort of…" I said with a shrug

 Actually he was right because I was a Governor’s correspondent..

You an intern or an IT student? He inquired further.I decided I had said enough and kept quiet.He then said “Sorry for the bad manners, I’m Pastor Jude(not real name)…

 His phone rang, I relaxed  ...A pastor, wow no wonder he looked so put together  ...

”Yes yes, my driver just called in sick and you know how I feel about driving in Lagos..I don’t trust my brother either..Yes, so if you can send one of your driver’s with a car he can pick me up…”

He dropped the call and turned to me

“Do you know God”? I was like “Ofcourse I know God”..He said “No, do you really know him? Are you committed and faithful to him?.You see I was going to take a taxi when God said, take a bus.Minister to someone today.You will change someone’s life today..What is your name young lady”

Emeh..I stammered “..Emeh,God has a message for you..He wants you to be closer to him. What church do you attend? “I’m catholic “I replied 

I have nothing against Catholics, but you need a strong church. For the kind of job you do, you are prone to temptation..so you need a real church ..
Fast forward to some minutes later, he handed me the address to his church, a complimentary card which said he was a pastor/architect..When it was time to pay the bus conductor ..He said

 “I can afford to pay for our fare..But I want you to start your journey to God by sowing a seed. So pay the fare for your new pastor..I wanted to exclaim “WHAT”? Then I relaxed and said to myself"Emeh obey the voice and sow a seed". I prayed for the both of us..One woman seated near me muttered “OLODO”I would later find out it meant fool.

So we got to Ikeja and he decided to say a prayer for me, there at the bus park.I was ashamed of the eyes which were glaring at us ..He gave me some verses to read and made me promise I would attend week service that same day. I told him if I closed early from work ,because I usually closed late at night ..He said , sacrifice a day for the lord and you will see a miracle. I went to work feeling elated,excited and reinvigorated..By 4pm, my phone rang and a lady was on the other end of the phone..

”Hello,is this sister Emeh? Pastor …told me to remind you of our bible study today..Please don’t fail.You will be blessed .

I decided to tell my boss I was feeling ill and had to go to church. He usually wouldn't let me go as I was usually the last to leave the office..But he couldn't say No to church  and I was Egbeda bound .First of all, I didn’t know the location of the church and it took me an hour of back and forth calls with the lady to find the junction which was the beginning ..She told me pastor went to pick up some people in his house that I should try calling him to see if he could bring me down to the venue..I called him and he was like

 “Yes Emeh, where are you? Are you there? I told him no bike man knew the place and I was at a certain junction. He told me to wait there that he would pick me up so we all go with the people.2 minutes later, he drove in a Prado jeep and picked me up. He asked me if I read the verses .I told him I forgot because I was so busy..He chastised me..

We got to a certain street and he packed the car by the street and asked me to come in. I asked if that was where the house fellowship was taking place and he said ,that was his house. His brother, sister and a few others who would go to church with us were there. So, we entered the house .It was a large house ,no guard in sight but I heard voices ..Instead of going into the main house he was leading me towards the boys quarters..

We got there and there was a lady and a man and I greeted them and he told me to sit ..I did but the room was stuffy and didn't look like people were praying.Then he offered me a bottle of fanta and signaled to the guy to come out..He went out to meet him..Seconds later, the lady joined ..I was about to drink the fanta when my phone vibrated against my thigh making me drop the fanta and spill the contents on the rug..It was the church lady asking if I had seen the pastor,I said yes i had and she dropped rather suddenly .I ran to the little kitchen to look for a rag to clean up the rug when my eyes caught the waste bin,there were cigarette butts in it.I have nothing against smoking but was taken aback.I shrugged thinking the house may not be for the pastor's when i spotted an open condom pack ..

My mind told me to get out of the house and i dropped the rag to leave when he appeared ..

"Where are you coming from?"

"I..spilled the drink so I went to get a rag to clean it "I stuttered back

You WHAT? He said with such a high tone ,I took a step back.."You mean you didn't drink it?

No..I didn't. I'm sorry sir,can we leave now to the church..

"Why the hurry girl.?Calm down, there is still time...he said walking towards me with a glint in his eyes.

I froze..

SIR, PLEASE I HAVE TO LEAVE NOW 

"Leave to where?I want us to chill and have some fun.

"What do you mean chill and have some fun? I replied...

I mean..have sex..I love you..

I couldn't believe what i just heard.Then it all came to me, this guy may not be who I thought he was..He must have read my thoughts because he said

Well, let me confess to you.I am not a pastor, don't own a church.I don't give a shit about all that .But I really like you.I want you.So what's it gonna be.

 I was speechless.He was no more the honorable, well put together man I saw earlier..I took a closer look and realized,he looked more like a tout.His persona was a facade and his accent had totally changed... I decided to be bold...

"You what?You deceived me for what?I have to leave now Mr man, get out of my way.I am a lawyer and I will.....

He laughed...

You don't get it right Mrs Lawyer?You aren't leaving until I say so.There is no one in this building ,the gate is locked ...So lets get down to business and these are my rules...Take off your clothes gently or we do it the hard way....

He showed me a pocket knife and I froze..

 (have to stop here....To be continued.)

My diaries are my real and uncensored life experiences.......

culled from Emeh Achanga's blogger's diary....