Life was Happening
By Sinmisola Ogúnyinka
Life was happening when I caught my first lady, Cherona, twisting her golden blond curls, and staring at my husband, David, as he shared a scripture on the love of Jesus at our weekly Bible study.
Ivanka, my smart eight-year-old daughter, had made a somewhat innocent comment Cherona “loves” my daddy, a week earlier, and I laughed. Cherona should love everyone. She is the pastor’s wife, and “mother” of the church.
Why then did I start watching her closely? Who did I trust more? Cherona or David?
Trust in my marriage has been on a cliff-edge one too many times. David insists there is never anything.
Last time, he shouted at me. “Nothing! Be spiritual.”
I remember my mom told me women would find David attractive. He wasn’t tall, dark, and handsome but he had an aura about him. No great physique, but a personality I found very engaging, drawing. I don’t know how to explain it. You want to be with David. He has a great sense of humor, and great teeth to go with it.
Huh! Life was happening the following week when he asked me if it was proper to send Cherona a single red rose.
“Why would you do that?”
He shrugged. “She’s going through stuff. It may cheer her.”
I scoffed. “A single red rose is a symbol of romance. Are you in a romantic relationship with her?”
“Why don’t you ever renew your mind, Liz? Everything just has to end up on that lane.” He snapped. “I am married, and so is she!”
Life was happening…when Ivanka picked a condom from our bedroom floor and asked me what it was. I sat my daughter down and explained some aspects of biology to her. She was being home-schooled and I didn’t think it was time for this, but since she saw the stuff, then maybe.
“Who are you using this for?” I asked my husband when he returned from his fire-fighting job.
We’ve been trying for a child for two years. Birth control of any form wasn’t a part of my life right now.
He looked at the condom in my hand. “I’m not using it.”
Life was happening when I sent a picture of the condom to Cherona and asked if she knew why it was in my husband’s custody.
I don’t know what to do. She’ll probably ask David about it, and my husband will likely lose his head. Isn’t my marriage on the verge?
About the Author
Sinmisola Ogúnyinka is a pastor’s wife, mother, writer, and movie producer. She has a university degree in Economics and is a Craftsman of Jerry B. Jenkins’ former Christian Writers’ Guild. She lives with her family in Philadelphia, PA.
You can read Sinmisola's flash fiction on the 4th Tuesday each month here at Pandora's Box Gazette.