Sex with a Ghost 1&2

Could this be a coincident or the sign from God? I questioned myself joyously. You can't blame me, how would I explain Heaven calling me at that particular moment? Excited, I immediately reached for the phone, clicked on the green button, it went silent and I brought it to my ear.

"Pastor Alex…" a voice I could recognize even in my dreams cried out.

"Calm down dear, what is the matter?" I consoled her.

"Pastor… my… my… father" she sobbed into the phone.

"What is wrong with him?"

"My… father is … is… dead"

"Jesus!" I uttered aloud in shock.

"Daddy is dead oh… he was shot by robbers" she sniffed. "Nevaeh is unconscious…" she wept on the phone.

"Calm down… I'm coming over to be with you and take Nevaeh to the hospital."

Hurriedly, I ended the call, jumped from the bed, got into my car and headed straight to her family house.

On the car, I kept questioning God, pondering over why he would allow such calamity to before such a beautiful family of devoted Christians. Mr Barabbas was a true child of God and a friend. Never came to church late, always contributed his part as an elder in the church. How would his wife continue in the faith without her husband? How would she even continue with life without the man she has been with for over twenty-five years? Certainly, Heaven will completely stop coming, now that the authority that forced her to church was no more.

"God please, don't allow anything to happen to Nevaeh" I prayed silently in my heart, racing down to their house.

I pulled my white-coloured 2014 Toyota Camry XLE at the gate of their compound and horned twice. I was about to step out when I saw Heaven and a young man supporting a young lady in a purple nightgown, they were coming over. Quickly, I opened the car door and they gently helped her in.

"Tell my mother, I have taken Nevaeh to the hospital," she stated softly to the young man, who simply nodded and walked away.

"Good evening, Pastor Alex..." the young man greeted with a slight bow.

"Evening Obi," I responded after a sad sigh. Obi was their neighbour and a church member of mine.

"Please, can we get going?" she pleaded.

"Sure…" I got into the car and stepped on the gas.

"I can't believe this is happening…" she said, staring out the window. "I have been trying to wake up from this unending nightmare but it keeps playing out"

"It is alright dear, God is in control"

"No! He is not…" she shouted with pain. "Why will he allow this kind of horror to before us?"

Eyes on the road, I uttered softly, "I don't know my dear but we can't question God. He has a reason for everything"

"I don't see any reason behind robbers shooting my father and raping my sister right in front of me…" she faced me and hollered, "Or do you?"

"It is all on me…" she collapsed back into the seat.

"No, it is not"

"I'm the one that left the door open. I forgot to close it before going to bed" she resumed tears.

"It is not your fault dear" I assured her.

"Maybe, if I locked the door, my father will still be here with us" she broke down.

"Common, don't do that to yourself. You already have a lot, don't add that…" I reached for her hand and gave her a soft and comforting squeeze. "We are here, let's get Nevaeh some help." I pulled the car just at the entrance of St. Mary general hospital.

She swiftly wiped her tears, came out off the car and went in to call the nurses who came back and wheeled Nevaeh into the emergency ward. As they hurried into the hospital, she paused, slowly turned behind and mouthed a "Thank you" to me.

Right there and then, I made up my mind to get that girl and wife her by any means possible. The good Lord had signed it in heaven; all I needed to do was make it happen here on earth.

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Some months after the burial of her father, we became close, though remaining just friends as I couldn't bring myself to tell her exactly how I felt about her but kept providing her and her family with spiritual and financial help. In return; she visited on some weekends to help me with laundry, cooking and other house chores but always left the evening of the same day.

With the time we spent together, I noticed Heaven was not just a good cook but she also possessed all the good qualities I seek in a wife. She suggested I grow a goatee, encouraged subtle changes to the way I dressed and even to the cut of my hair. Soon, I began to rely on her to help with most of the things in the house and my life.

It wasn't until I was looking in the mirror one morning while preparing for service that I realized how much she had changed my life. Eating her meals, I have added weight, her choice of clothes brought out the colours in my life and I slept peacefully at night knowing she cares for me.