REVEREND AS A REFERENCE.

The short story...

In his bedroom well furnished and equipped with imported Italian furnitures that depict his religious standing in the state, a two time president Christian Association of Clergymen (CAC), Rev.Dr. Isuah admired himself in front of a mirror hanging near his bed.

With his Italian shoe, a branded hand sewed suit given to him on his 44th birthday and a well knoted tie, he reached his hands on the Holy Book placed on the side table near his bed.

On picking the holy book, he tried to kill the inner conscience that has been eating him out throughout the night.

He had defiled Nancy the lead vocalist in his church. He recollected threatening her never to tell anyone about his unholy act.

He had also recollected how Nancy begged him with tears but the demon that was at work wouldn't let him. The very demon he has been arming his congregation against.

He had devoured her in the Sacristy, very close to where he changes his HOLY ROBS and where the HOLY COMMUNION was kept.

He couldn't helped it as Nancy has always got his eyes.

Just like a tiger will devour it prey on an empty stomach, Rev. Isuah had devoured Nancy.

He wondered how he will be able to face his congregation and deliver a sermon he titled "THE UNGODLY ACT."

With all this puzzling on his mind, Rev. Dr. Isuah hissed and left his room for church with his mind in shamble.

* Rape cases on the rise yet so many unheard victims.

Those that we trusted the most have disappointed us severally.

Clergymen, uncles, aunties,Papas etc. are all guilty of this act.

#SayNoToRape

✍️ Patrick Ekong

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