There is a prophet in their house. Before she became my girlfriend, she told me the story of the prophet and how the prophet had come to be everything in their life. Her father was doing well in life. One day, he met this prophet and there was a prophecy about his life. The prophet told her father how he was going to fall sick, lose his job and become a nobody because of a devilish plan in their family. Her dad talked about the prophet and the prophecy to everyone in the family but didn’t take what the prophet said seriously.
Then her father fell sick. When the sickness got serious, her mom visited the prophet and the prophet told her that it was too late. According to her, everything happened just as the prophet prophesied. Her father fell sick for so long that he lost his job. A year before he died, her family was on its knees, begging before they ate. After the burial of his dad, her mom carried everyone in the family to the prophet’s church and they’ve been there since.
When I proposed to her, she asked me to give her some time to think about it. She consulted the prophet about my proposal and the prophet asked her to take me to meet him. I didn’t go. I’m a Christian but usually, my heart doesn’t sit right with these men of God who operate like cults. And I knew once I went there with her, it would become the norm. I kept postponing. I kept faking busy anytime she asked me about it. Just when I decided to withdraw my proposal, she came to accept it.
“The prophet has been praying about us and he says it’s safe but we should meet him when you get the time,” she told me. I nodded knowing very well I would never meet the prophet. One month into the relationship, Philo held my hand and took me to meet her parents. Listen to the introduction; “Mom, this is the man who said he’s going to marry me. I’m bringing him home so you know your daughter is getting married soon.”
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Her mom got onto her feet to shake my hand. She was physically elated, calling me son-in-law and welcoming me into the family. I played along but I was very uncomfortable. Her mom treated me like royalty, telling me how peaceful their home was and how strangers walked into the house and met the hand of God. When we were leaving I asked her why she introduced me to her mother as a soon-to-be husband when we hadn’t even talked about marriage. She told me she wanted her mom to be happy. I brushed it aside as one of those things.
One dawn my phone rang. It was Philo. She said her prophet was on the line and wanted to talk to me so she was merging the call. Before I could register my dissent, I heard the man’s voice echoing on the phone. “Hello Gentleman. May the peace of God be with you. A prophecy came this dawn about you and my daughter. It’s something we have to pray about. Come to church on Friday morning to meet the face of God.”
I agreed just to get him off my line. When he was finally gone, I blasted my girlfriend. “You’re running too fast with this thing and it’s scaring me. I’m only a boyfriend. Three months old relationship and you’re inviting everyone in. What business does a prophet have on seeing prophesy about a boyfriend? Doesn’t he have people in the church to receive prophesy about? On Friday I’ll be at work. I can’t go.”
She wasn’t happy about the way I spoke but I felt I deserved an apology for that. When I couldn’t attend church as promised, she was angry and didn’t talk to me for days. I used the days to think about the relationship to see if it was something I really wanted to be in. My head said no but my heart, this crazy heart of mine said, “She’s worth it. A little bit of time and everything will be alright.”
So one morning I called her to have a conversation about her prophet and the speed with which she was moving with the relationship. A day before that conversation, she sent me a photo of her finger with a wedding ring on it, captioned, “Just imagine you put this ring on my finger. Won’t you be happy that this finger and everything that comes with it is yours?” I responded, “When the right time comes, I will be more than happy.”
She told me to speed things up and even gave me a subtle ultimatum. So I figured a heart-to-heart conversation would settle the matter. First was the prophet. I told her our relationship could do without the interference of the prophet. “I know you trust him with your life because you’ve experienced him. That’s fine but can I have a space with you where he isn’t there? A little bit of privacy from his prophetic prying eyes wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
She didn’t respond, clearly not happy about what I said but it was about time we had the conversation. Again, we addressed the speed. She said she wanted to marry because marriage looks beautiful in her eyes and it will settle her down. I accepted it and even assured her that we should at least date for a year to get to know each other more than we do. Again she wasn’t happy about that. She wanted a wedding date. She wanted specifics which I couldn’t guarantee.
She was cold after the conversation. She didn’t call. She gave me a cold response when I called. I thought it was just a phase. I trusted she would move on to see the sense in what I said. One night when she was supposed to visit and didn’t, I called to ask why and she told me, “Prophet says I should break up with you so there’s no need for me to be hanging around you.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Prophet says…What do you also say? The prophet rules your life so you can’t do anything about what he says?” She responded, “I don’t want to end up like my father so I’m trusting and obeying.”
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I gave her time to think about it. She also gave me time to change my mind about her prophet. We couldn’t change anything so we let things go. Over six months later, I’d moved on with a new girlfriend who doesn’t have a prophet to intrude in our lives with his prophecies. Philo came knocking asking for another chance. “I have a girlfriend,” I told her. “Just six months and you have a girlfriend? Were you not the same person who gave me time to think about things? What happened to the time you gave?”
“I used it to find a new girlfriend who doesn’t have a prophet.”
—Jadon
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Girls and prophets hmm
This response de3 savage ooo. But I was thinking that at least you pay him a visit just once and then focus on your thing. Whatever be the case I hope your decision works out fine.