We have been married for five years with no child. What could possibly be wrong? I was deep in thought. I didn’t even realize when I voiced it out: “I hope my husband is not the problem.”
He heard me and immediately stood up. He shouted, “I am not the issue—but you are!”
I kept quiet for the moment, reprocessing everything that had just happened. Then I said to him, “If you are not the problem, then who is? Unlike you, I had a child with my previous husband, Tayo. You know what? We will go and see the doctor.”
He responded positively.
After the cockcrow, I woke up to do my duties and pray. John did not pray. I wondered why the once spiritual husband of mine had lost all spirituality. For a while, I began to kabash—let me say, speak in tongues.
John, my new husband, heard me and said, “Is it because of this same issue that you are praying?”
He replied, “My dear, I said I would see the doctor.”
But I did not listen to him. I pressed on in prayer.
Soon I was done praying. I called john and said to him, “Why are you not praying anymore? What about us? We no longer pray together, honey. The devil is playing tricks here. Please, let us pray for another hour.”
He replied, “What do you mean? I can’t. You have prayed, and that’s enough for the both of us.”
Soon, we were set for the hospital. At the hospital, the doctor confirmed that we were both okay.
At home, I was not happy. I told him that we should move to the pastor’s house to seek spiritual support. He vehemently disagreed.
So I called the pastor and said that my husband and I were on our way to his office. This was something I knew he would not disagree with.
Soon, we made our way to the pastor’s house. I began to weep, and I told John to weep, too. But he would not.
He said, “Do you want me to lose my manhood? This pride is what makes me a man.”
Soon, we met with the pastor, and he prayed for us. We narrated everything to him. I was weeping—uncontrollably. I didn’t even know where the tears were coming from; they just kept flowing as the pastor listened.
He said we should seek God more.
I couldn’t believe it—my husband was crying.
He said, “We have waited for four years, Pastor.”
I gently corrected him, “Five years, three months, and three days after our wedding.”
His tears stopped immediately, and he withdrew emotionally.
Soon we went home with our problem still unsolved, though the pastor had prayed for us.
That night, my husband and I prayed again. It was at that altar of prayer that a revelation came to us through a dream.
In the dream, we saw five white rats. These five rats gave birth—and then ate up their own children.
We told the pastor this dream, and he shook his head. He said, “you are the cause of your calamity.”
Sir! How???
He told use to set our altar of prayer.
This alone was enough to prove that something was spiritually wrong.
After intense prayer, my husband confessed that he could not father children. He said he married me because I already had a son and believed we could raise him together. He also said that all his property was mine.
The pastor said, “Mr. John, why did you hide this from your wife?”
I wept sincere tears—and we reconciled.
Two years later, a miracle happened, and we had a child and we named him Ibunkuoluwa which means blessing of God.
Moral of the Story:
This story teaches us that we should be sincere in our relationship with God, with our spouses, and with others.
Thank you.