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Blind Faith I

“Stop it!” she screamed for the umpteenth time, but he just kept banging on the table gleefully, deaf to her screams. She sighed deeply, shook her head and went back to looking out the window, the pitter-patter of the rain calming her.

Her mind traveled about two years back, when she first saw his precious little pink face. She was in awe, then confused, then sad, and then she burst into tears; not of sadness but of wonder and joy that she had been able to do it. The joy she felt deep in her heart when it registered that she had indeed been able to, surpassed all the pain she was feeling at that time. She looked into his tiny face and thanked God.

Richard Jr. her little bundle of joy was delivered after 72 hours of labour when she thought she couldn’t push anymore and was just about giving up. He opened his eyes on the third day after his birth and when he looked into them, she realized she would have gone through even more just to have him. And that was surprising to her, someone who didn’t want kids at all, not to talk of this one who was conceived in a bed of lies. Weak promises, half truths, stories that kept changing and finally a disappearance which led her into a state of mental agony and a near case of psychosis. 

Who said the man that loved her so dearly, who bought her a house so they could live together, that she invested all her savings into his flopping business for it to pick up, that completed her mother’s three-bedroom house and had just made a deposit for a Range Rover Evoque for her would just disappear without a word and not come back? He would definitely come back home from work around 4pm like he always did, if not today then tomorrow or the day after, so they could make dinner together and have a quickie right in the middle of it. 

How was he not at his office or at the site? She could pass by either place at any time of the day without calling and he’d be right there working his ass off to get the hotel up and running. It just beat her mind how someone she had shared her life and spent every waking moment with could just up and leave without a trace. 

Surely he would come back. Maybe he was just taking care of business elsewhere and had to go incognito for a while or maybe he was somewhere cooking up a huge surprise for her or maybe he was in danger and had to lay low? Whatever it was, she believed in her heart that he would definitely come back. 



I'm a young wife, an encourager and a writer at heart, walking in my purpose and following God's lead. I’ve got a heart as big as my hips and I love reaching out to people who are hurting or suffering in silence. I know everyone goes through something at some point in life and through my writing, I want to make such people know that no matter who they are or what they go through, they can count on me to be there for them. Follow my journey as I share my life experiences in the hope of making you go a little harder at whatever you do. 💞always. Mrs A the encourager.

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