Yusuf had just finished praying and slowly closed his bible.
“Holy Spirit have mercy on me, please help me find my way back. Its been so quiet without you and now nothing is working. I am sorry… But I thought I was to love my wife?”
“Not more than me Yusuf”
Yusuf beamed in smiles, jumped up and screamed “You spoke, you spoke. Thank you Holy Spirit”
“I am a jealous God, my glory I share with no one”
“I am sorry, I am now beginning to understand where I went wrong, please don’t take her away from me. I want to make it right” Yusuf looked very worried.
“I will help you. I always have and I always will”
“Thank you Father, thank you Holy Spirit. Ho else can I have but you” He stepped inside the room.
Yusuf was at their village home, the one he had built in Xorlali’s hometown for their annual vacation. He loved the Volta region. Xorla’s village has some peace and quiet that he yearned for. He had never come here without her. He knew she will not be happy to know he came here alone, but this was necessary if their marriage was to survive.
Things had not been okay for the past year and the recent 6 months its been getting worse.It was no more Xorlali and him, now his work performance was suffering and this was affecting output and revenue. He was on the brink of being sacked for making his quota 3 months consecutively.This the reason why he had to boycott his anniversary and hide away with God. Anything to prove to God that he was serious this time.
He should have needed the prompting years ago. He would have been able to salvage a lot today, but then again, Yusuf couldn’t be more grateful for God grace. What bothered him was how he was going to change his routine around Xorla and explain to her what has been happening without she feeling like she stood between him and God. He caused all this.
Yusuf had grown up in a home where his mother was constantly realised by his father. She had been neglected on birthdays, anniversaries etc. She was no different from a maid and she had no confidence. He had vowed after he became born again to be particular about women. Part of that vow was to ensure his wife was his best friend and celebrate very occasion with and for her.
“I think over did it” Yusuf muttered to himself. He started packing, it was time to return to home. He definitely needed to sit with Xorla and explain to her why he ditched their anniversary. He was however dreading going to sit in that long queue at the volta river. There was some work ongoing at the Adome bridge that went across the river, so now all cars and humans needed to be transported across the river on the Pontoon. One could be at the bank of the river for hours before it was time to cross.
He will probably get a mini bus and cross over on foot on the Pontoon. He will find a mini bus on the pontoon going home, that will be simpler.
“Xorla, you will have to forgive me, but I pray you understand” he zipped his bag.