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I had a call from my mother-in-law one early morning. She wanted me to see her in the evening. She said we needed to talk so I went with ears that were ready to listen and a heart ready to obey.

When I got there, I saw my husband seated in the middle of his parents. My daughter rushed to him and he picked her up. His father prayed before the discussion started. My husband was coming home but he had concerns. I sat down and listened to them talk to me in turns. My husband didn’t want what happened to happen again. His father said I shouldn’t do anything except my husband approved of it. His mother simply said, “Listen to your husband. He’s the head. He’s the one who’ll answer to God when it comes to your marriage.”

After they were done, I apologized and told them nothing would happen until he agreed. “I’ve not been a bad wife until this incident. I was desperate. I wanted my daughter’s health restored. I plead for forgiveness. It won’t happen again.”

Days later, my husband came home and we started living together as the loving couple we used to be. It wasn’t easy at first. We prayed. We fasted until calm was restored between us. I also felt my husband didn’t act well when he left home and threatened divorce. I expected him to say a little apology but he didn’t. He pinned all the blame on me.

Givens was doing very well and was very active. She had started calling things by name and calling us Mama and Dada. All was well again until one day, it dawned on me that we hadn’t sent our thank-you gift to the healer. I called my mom and spoke to her about it. She said, “It was in my head but I did not want to be the one to say it, looking at what happened.”

We discussed it extensively, looking at the pros and cons of everything. Obviously, it would bruise my marriage again so we were looking at other alternatives. I told my mom, “Speak to your friend. Ask if she could do it on our behalf. We’ll give her everything to do it for us.”

Days later, my mom came with the verdict. “No, she can’t. She says the healer wants to see the girl again to know if everything is alright.”

I started sweating. It didn’t look good. I had promised not to do it again so definitely I couldn’t go back on my word. It became a burden, a burden my mom didn’t want to carry with me. I told her, “I will tell my husband about it. I’ll invite him to go with me so he sees everything for himself. Maybe that will solve the problem.”

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When I told my husband about it he laughed sarcastically. “You don’t give up, do you? What did she give you to drink when you went there? It’s God who healed our daughter. We won’t give our thanks to someone else. It’s an abomination.” I responded, respectfully and timidly, “God healed her, no doubt about that but he did it through a medium. Should we disregard the medium?”

He concluded; “You can go and pay homage to your idols but count me and my daughter out of it.”

The next thing I knew, his mother was calling me, followed by his dad. They were angry. They called it righteous anger. They descended on me heavily until I picked up the phone and called my mom, “What will happen if we don’t go?” I asked. She answered, “I don’t know.”

She called her friend and asked her. She said, “Nothing will happen if you don’t go. It’s just respectful that you give what belongs to Caesar to Caesar.”

My husband put me and my daughter under 24/7 surveillance. I couldn’t go anywhere with my daughter that I had to spend a few hours. At some point, I felt he hired someone to follow us wherever we went. I could feel the heaviness each time I was outside with my daughter.

We tried to forget about it but I couldn’t forget, especially when I saw my daughter happy and remembered where she used to be. I’ve heard too many stories about what happened to people who didn’t go back to say thank you. I wasn’t going to be one of those.

I took days off from work, picked up my daughter from school and started the journey with her. I called my husband; “I’m sorry but I have to do this. It will be the last time and you’ll forgive me. See you tomorrow.”

Minutes later his father called. I said the same thing to him. His mom took the phone, I told her to pray for me. My mom didn’t go with us so the rest of the calls went to her. She denied knowledge. I met my mother’s friend and went with her. The old woman was happy to see us. Especially when she saw my daughter running around. I kept shouting, “Givens, stop. Don’t touch that.”

The woman said something in her language and my mom’s friend interpreted it as “Kids, when they don’t walk, you’re worried. Once they start walking, you want them to stop.”

She touched my daughter’s knees and other joints and said, “She’s home. She won’t fall again.” She did some recitals and gave us medicine to go and use. I gave her what was in my hand and she prayed again. We didn’t spend even an hour.

I got home the next morning. My husband had gone to work. I slept and later cooked something. Immediately he saw my face, he shook his head and went straight to the bedroom. The next thing he said was, “If anything happens to my daughter, I will hold you responsible. If I have to make a police case, I won’t hesitate.” I apologized once again but that same night, he left. I knew I didn’t have a marriage again.

But I have my daughter. She speaks clearly now and calls everything by name. She’s now my happiness, the only happiness I know because my husband is no longer the man I married. When he came back home three months later, he refused to touch anything I touched. We sleep in the same room but our bodies don’t touch. Whenever our daughter falls sick, he blames me and my devils. He screams, “The devil doesn’t give anything for free. You see the results?” I would be like, “You mean children don’t have to get malaria?”

Soon, the girl will be well and he’ll associate her wellness to the powers in his prayers. “Had it not been the God I serve, they would have come for her. Tell them they don’t have any power over my daughter.”

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I can see the only reason we are still together is the fact that we are both devout Christians and the Bible forbids us from divorce. I’m here because it’s the only place I know. The only sin I committed was to fight for my daughter’s health. He’s here in body but not in spirit. It’s been over three months since we had intimacy but that’s not my problem. I know with time, everything will fall in its rightful place. Even if it gets to divorce, I will assume that’s the rightful place to fall.

—Dorothy

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