BROKEN VOWS…

                BROKEN VOWS…..18+

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s he held her in his arms that October evening, he knew that she was the woman he would never have. He had been brought up to believe that a man possesses a woman. Deep down, he knew it was a fleeting moment but a welcome break from the monotony of making love to his ‘frigid’ wife.

Kivuva was and still is a man of few words. He had pictured marital life as a bed of perpetual bliss. She was good at kissing, hugging, and dancing. Never had he in his wildest dreams thought that he would have a ‘cold marriage.’ She was in his mind, Lot’s wife. He, of the biblical Sodom and Gomorrah. Simply a pillar of salt. He was the chief pastor in his local church.

 

Under the pressure of his innumerable aunts, he married the perfect church girl. She was and still is a breathtaking beauty of impeccable morals. Many are the days he slept hugging his treasured bible asking the almighty to prove him right. He had always had her in his dreams; soft-spoken, radiant smile, and that mellow voice. She was most definitely the church women guild’s choice for their pastor. He was proud to ‘score’ her

 

Kivuva was and still is a senior pastor in the church. He preaches heaven in its total bliss as well as castigating evil in one breath. He preaches perpetual happiness as well as hell and brimstone. Kivuva, so they say, speaks to ‘god’ in his slumber. He is a man of God. The chosen one, he who sees the unseen, does the undone and speaks to ‘God.’

 

As he held her in his arms-Maria the church usher- he felt different.  We could say he was lost, but Kivuva was at peace. He felt her body yield to him. He felt her invite him. She was warm and cuddly as they come. Kivuva thought of the cold nights in his cold, robotic, mechanical wife’s arms. He was in heaven-cloud nine. Maria yielded to him and surrendered her all as he blessed her in this evil communion. Her full bosom pressed against his face in total submission. This is the moment a preacher asks for a handkerchief. This divine satanic embrace ignited a fire in him.

Maria ignited in him a fire of loathing, despise, and hatred towards his cold wife. She took him whole, rode with him to cloud nine.  This moment as evil as it was, he cared not of Maria’s husband. She was his goddess and he, her god. They soared to places unbeknown to mortals. For he was a ‘man of god’-Kivuva, our pastor.

Her rough hands, calloused by years of hard work, ploughed along his gospel hard-panned back. He felt the joys of heaven on earth. He was a free man, albeit temporarily. He let go as Maria embraced, charmed, enchanted, and encircled him. She worshipped his very feet. The momentum was spontaneous; both lost in life’s heartbreaks. The heat mounted and spiraled into an unquenchable, wanting a blaze not even hell could parallel. Flash floods- the river broke its banks.

As they fought to regain their breath, memories of betrayal haunted them. Was it worth it? Should it have happened? The ultimate joy and fulfillment metamorphosed into a whirl of regrets! The broken vows haunted them. Was it worth it? Kivuva thinks of the inferno in hell. Maria waddles in a quagmire of confusion. They immediately hate each other, turn their heads, lock their gazes, kiss and hate each other in different ways!