How will I tell the world that my pastor kidnapped me used me for sex for almost one week and I am a married woman!
I was a member of the choir at a church in Lagos state. I joined the church a long time ago. I have also known Pastor Yomi, the same kidnapping Pastor, who was a youth pastor in the church. Pastor Yomi was in charge of the choir; that’s how come I became familiar with him.
Beyond that, I had no mind of befriending Pastor Yomi because I already had a boyfriend and we were planning to get married to but I noticed that Pastor Yomi J, being a young pastor was friendly with some of our female choir members.
I even know that some of these choir sisters are not clean. They can do and undo but what is my business with them? I am not dragging husband with anybody, why should I be poking my nose into who Pastor Yomi gives a ride to after choir practice?
Pastor Yomi was just there as far as I am concerned, and he was friendly to me but I had my mind on another person who was not even a member of our church, although he later became our church member.
My trouble started one Wednesday when it raining after choir practice and I couldn’t go out to get a bus home. Pastor Yomi offered, said he would drop me as well as the others. You should see how some of our choir members, the girls I mean, how they were struggling to seat in front with Pastor Yomi. I sat there and since I would be the second to drop, since my stop is not too far than the rest, I just thought, why struggle for front seat?
But Pastor Yomi didn’t drop me first, he just went to town first, dropped off the others and finally, I was the last. That was when I knew he was interested in me. He asked me to come to the front and was telling me he likes me, he knows I already have another guy in mind. Pastor Yomi doesn’t think my guy will take care of me, he thinks I am special.
Let me be sincere, I was flattered. I mean, Pastor Yomi is handsome, all the single girls in church want to marry him so for him to be telling me all these things.
Anyway, he came too late, me I was already in love with Bayo and we were going to get married.
So I just told him, ‘Pastor Yomi, I am getting married to Bayo. We have been courting for almost two years now and I love him.’ But Pastor Yomi said I should just think about his proposal.
Since that day my sister, Pastor Yomi did not let me rest. He will call, text, do everything but I was afraid to tell Bayo because he is too jealous.
He will start making trouble with me. Instead, I decided to avoid Pastor Yomi as much as I could. I would not enter his car, I would not go with the others to his house, I just avoided anything with him as much as I could.
And another thing, a few months after that car incident, I started preparing for my wedding. It was not a big affair, just small thing from court to church and my father’s compound. In fact the wedding happened on a weekday, so that we can manage the crowd and food. You know that kind thing?
Not a big wedding and that day, guess what? It was Pastor Yomi that officiated!
Somehow it should have been Pastor Ayo, our senior Pastor but the man suddenly became ill and they now asked Pastor Yomi to do the wedding. Can you see this life?
Anyway me, I still avoided Pastor Yomi because sometimes I catch him looking at me in a funny way. Eyeing me, a married woman!
One day, after choir practice, Pastor Yomi just cornered me on my way and told me he would drop me at home. I didn’t want to enter the car but he refused to move until I entered the car and sat in front because though the other sisters were already in the car, I think they allowed me infront because I am married.
Then, like the last time, Pastor Yomi made sure he dropped the other people first. Meanwhile, my own stop was the second stop but he took one roundabout corner and I became the last person he was supposed to drop. That was how the thing started o.
Of course I was not happy that he delayed me. I knew he did it deliberately, him not dropping me on time but I kept my cool.
So as he was talking, I love you like this, I love you like that, I will do this, I will do that, I said, Pastor Yomi, you know I am now married!
But he didnt not even hear me. He said he wanted to make love to me. That was when I knew I was in trouble because he started rubbing my legs, was pushing his hands under my skirt!
I just began to shout!
That was how he just put something in my nose like handkerchief and I sneezed and that was all I remember. I woke up and found myself tied to a bed. I was naked.
I was ashamed!. This man raped me every day, every afternoon, I was begging him. I told him my husband will be looking for me, my mother will almost die, my father will become mad!
My throat was dry; I couldn’t even shout loud because it was as if nobody was even living close to his house. I did not realize how long I was kept in his house until after they rescued me. That was when I knew he had kept me for six days! Almost one week of being tied, given water and biscuit and sexed like I am an animal.
It was my husband and some police who found me; I was so ashamed because I was naked when they just busted into the room. I don’t even know how they knew where to find me.
So they brought me to this hospital and another group of police waited for the pastor to return and they arrested him.
That is my story. That is what happened to me.