MENDED WINGS... episode 22
Ella sighed, the umpteenth time. Thoughts filled her head. She took a bottle, labelled poison, from the cabinet and poured its content into a cup, tears flowing freely from her eyes.
Joel walked into the kitchen to get a drink and saw Ella. He glanced at the labelled small bottle. “What is that?” he said.
Ella took the cup and raised it to her lips. “What’s your business with what it is? I’m going to kill myself and rid you of me. It’s not as if you wanted me here anyway.”
“Is that why you want to kill yourself?”
“Yes. It’s better to be dead than to live in this hell of a house.”
“I hope you know you’re buying yourself a ticket to hell.”
“Who are you to judge? Are you God? You are the hell’s candidate we have here. Not me.”
“Have you forgotten that whosoever takes his or her own life will be judged? The life we live is of God and not our own. Who are we to take it?”
She hissed and lowered the cup. “Mr Preacher, how sweet preaching is on your lips! How I wish you did one-tenth of the things you preach. Preach to yourself first before attempting me.”
He smiled. “I’m saying this for your own good. If a preacher preaches genuine word of God, whether or not he does it, if anyone obeys the word, such person will be saved, even if the preacher perishes. So why should you hang your own safety on another’s? Will taking genuine prescription from a sick doctor make you sick? Whether he treats himself or not, you’ll still be healed if you followed the prescription. Once the word is genuine, it will stand.”
“Excuse me. I don’t need your sermon. You can fool everyone, but you can’t fool me. You are a son of the devil.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that suicide is an abomination unto the Lord. By doing it, you could secure a furnished apartment for yourself in the pit of hell. Mind you, it’s not just your life you’re about to take, you’d be murdering the baby inside of you. Double crime.”
“Baby conceived out of pain and sorrow. Baby who has no father. It’s not even a baby yet?”
“It will be and I will father it. But if you take its life, you’ll rot in hell.”
“The Bible tells us to judge not that we may not be judged.”
“I’m not judging you. I’m stating facts.”
“Just get out of my sight.”
“Do as you wish. But remember, it has been appointed for a man to die once after which is judgement.”
“Get out,” she screamed.
Joel walked out of the kitchen, praying in his mind that Ella would change her mind. He couldn’t afford to have to tell people why his wife committed suicide if she did. What would he say? How would he say it? But he could show people the video he recorded while she was raped. He could tell anyone who cared to ask that she was promiscuous and ended her life because he caught her in the act several times. People would believe him. He was too respected to be doubted, and not with how he treated her with so much affection and respect publicly that people praised him. He discarded his thoughts and sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the television.
Ella wept. Although she was having a hard time, it was not comparable to the description of the agony in hell. Joel was right. Even if he was a devil, he had talked right. Perhaps it was God reaching out to her through him, she thought. She dropped the cup and poured its content into the sink. “Lord, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I know I’m not worthy to call on You but I believe You’re merciful and capable. Please give me a way out of this mess,” she said. She fell on her knees and wept. “Lord, please forgive me, have mercy on me, and please give me another chance.” She prayed on, weeping.
Joel walked into the kitchen to get a drink and saw Ella. He glanced at the labelled small bottle. “What is that?” he said.
Ella took the cup and raised it to her lips. “What’s your business with what it is? I’m going to kill myself and rid you of me. It’s not as if you wanted me here anyway.”
“Is that why you want to kill yourself?”
“Yes. It’s better to be dead than to live in this hell of a house.”
“I hope you know you’re buying yourself a ticket to hell.”
“Who are you to judge? Are you God? You are the hell’s candidate we have here. Not me.”
“Have you forgotten that whosoever takes his or her own life will be judged? The life we live is of God and not our own. Who are we to take it?”
She hissed and lowered the cup. “Mr Preacher, how sweet preaching is on your lips! How I wish you did one-tenth of the things you preach. Preach to yourself first before attempting me.”
He smiled. “I’m saying this for your own good. If a preacher preaches genuine word of God, whether or not he does it, if anyone obeys the word, such person will be saved, even if the preacher perishes. So why should you hang your own safety on another’s? Will taking genuine prescription from a sick doctor make you sick? Whether he treats himself or not, you’ll still be healed if you followed the prescription. Once the word is genuine, it will stand.”
“Excuse me. I don’t need your sermon. You can fool everyone, but you can’t fool me. You are a son of the devil.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that suicide is an abomination unto the Lord. By doing it, you could secure a furnished apartment for yourself in the pit of hell. Mind you, it’s not just your life you’re about to take, you’d be murdering the baby inside of you. Double crime.”
“Baby conceived out of pain and sorrow. Baby who has no father. It’s not even a baby yet?”
“It will be and I will father it. But if you take its life, you’ll rot in hell.”
“The Bible tells us to judge not that we may not be judged.”
“I’m not judging you. I’m stating facts.”
“Just get out of my sight.”
“Do as you wish. But remember, it has been appointed for a man to die once after which is judgement.”
“Get out,” she screamed.
Joel walked out of the kitchen, praying in his mind that Ella would change her mind. He couldn’t afford to have to tell people why his wife committed suicide if she did. What would he say? How would he say it? But he could show people the video he recorded while she was raped. He could tell anyone who cared to ask that she was promiscuous and ended her life because he caught her in the act several times. People would believe him. He was too respected to be doubted, and not with how he treated her with so much affection and respect publicly that people praised him. He discarded his thoughts and sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the television.
Ella wept. Although she was having a hard time, it was not comparable to the description of the agony in hell. Joel was right. Even if he was a devil, he had talked right. Perhaps it was God reaching out to her through him, she thought. She dropped the cup and poured its content into the sink. “Lord, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I know I’m not worthy to call on You but I believe You’re merciful and capable. Please give me a way out of this mess,” she said. She fell on her knees and wept. “Lord, please forgive me, have mercy on me, and please give me another chance.” She prayed on, weeping.
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