Elder Omojola was swift. He had sought the permission of the church leadership to
conduct another DNA test to confirm the first test result. “We shall be having another DNA test tomorrow, get ready.”, Elder Omojola said. I was happy and anticipating. Tomorrow looked like a decade to me. I wish I could turn the hand of the clock faster. This is surely the end of the road for Deji the dribbler. Everyone will soon know who he is. By 8pm, guess who was in elder Omojola’s house? Deji of course, he rushed in but was shocked
to see me. He came to confess everything to elder Omojola, how he compromised
the DNA test result just to evade the church executive council punishment. “Sir, I can’t stand the humiliation. I am the father of sister Mercy’s baby. Please help me explain to the G.O and the church executive council that it was satan who pushed me”, he begged elder Omojola. “G.O is your father and you will explain to him yourself, I believe he loves you.” Right there, elder Omojola picked his phone and put a call through to the G.O. Daddy, I have to see you this night sir. After his call, he carried us and drove to Deji’s house, asked his wife to join us in the car and we drove straight to G.O’s house.
While we were all seated, elder Omojola went on his knees before the G.O, signaled Deji to join him to knee down too. Sir, pastor Olumodeji is your son and your son had offended God and the trust you placed on him. He’s here to tell you his offence and to ask for your forgiveness. He pleaded on behalf of Deji. I am listening, the G.O said and put on his glasses. Elder Omojola beckoned on Deji to speak up. He started with a long sob.
“Sir, I am sorry for all my lies, I am the father of sister Mercy’s baby.” Everywhere went cold, tears began to drop from everyone’s eyes. Tears was about dropping from my eyes but I controlled it. Why? Why? Why? G.O began to ask Deji in disappointment. I trusted you so much, why? Why did you allow Satan to take advantage of you to do this? For almost an hour, it was all about “why” from G.O.
Deji was forced to resign as a pastor. He was also discovered to have embezzled church fund to the tune of N10.7 million. His gratuity was shared for me and mummy pastor at 50% respectively.
The painful part of this story is that Stella’s case was never mentioned. When I took my own share of the gratuity, I rented a small apartment and also started a business. I couldn’t continue in that church again because of the damage caused by my action. Almost half of the members of the church left because of Deji’s action. Today, the church is a shadow of itself. A church that previously holds two services
every Sunday, now struggles with 100 members.
Right now, Deji is very sick and has partial stroke. Mummy pastor later conceived and gave birth to a baby girl. Don’t pity me because I have settled with God and He has forgiven me.
My advise to girls and women reading my story are :
1. Don’t collaborate to cover sin.
2. Don’t ever think any pastor is immune to temptation.
3. Don’t keep quiet for too long when things are going wrong.
4. Beware of anointed men of God in your closet all in the name of prayers or deliverance.
A Story By Ayodele Adeoye