Two years after marriage, I didn’t have a child. It was a serious issue for me but my husband didn’t care. He kept saying pregnancy would come when it would come so we couldn’t force it. I pushed him to go to the hospital with me, he didn’t go. I asked him to take herbs to increase our chances, he didn’t do it. I was left alone to do everything by myself.

I felt the devil was blocking my husband’s ears, so I started praying. Three years, four years, still nothing. A friend told me about her prophet. I went to see him. After a series of directions that included chipping off soil from a mud house and eating it, nothing happened. I changed him. This one was a woman. She made me go naked in her office while she poured anointing oil on my whole body, concentrating on my tummy. Nothing happened.

My husband slept soundly. As if he knew something that I didn’t know. To make issues worse, our bedroom light went off. We didn’t do a lot for a couple looking for a child. He complained of tiredness while I complained of childlessness.

I saw on TV a pastor who promised babies as if they were manner falling from the skies. His church was close to where I lived so I went there. He was attentive to details and assured me that everything would be well. He gave me directions which I followed. He told me I would see signs in a month. Three months later, nothing happened.

He said, “The next step is very hard for me to say but that’s what the spirit requires. Let me consult more and get back to you.”

For weeks he couldn’t tell me what the spirit wanted. I told him, “Daddy I’m desperate. Just tell me and I will do it.” He sighed, buried his face in his palms and said, “The one fighting your seed is closer than your skin. I need to be closer to fight it. Bring your husband here. I’ll give you a room and stand next to you. You’ll do it as I watch for three consecutive days. After that, you’ll win.”

I was laughing when I was walking out of his door. When I got out I laughed out so loud someone might have thought I was going crazy. I stopped searching for a child that day. I would usually tell my husband what a pastor said or didn’t say but this one, I didn’t have the courage to even make a joke out of it. I was stunned, embarrassed and lost the desire to go on. I slept next to my husband and both of us slept soundly.

Two to three months later, my body started showing signs. It wasn’t the first time I’d experienced such so I ignored it. It looks like pregnancy loves to be ignored and not pursued. It came like a thief in the night.

My Husband Doesn’t Know That I Know His Affair Partner Is Pregnant

Before pregnancy, my husband got promoted. Before delivery, he was given a company house and an official vehicle. We might say the baby brought us blessings but I would like to look at it differently because of what I know. “In his time, he makes all things beautiful” so they say his time is the best. What I call struggle was his way of making us ready or making a home for the blessing he was bringing our way.

— Efia

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