Oh my husband episode 5&6

OH THIS MY HUSBAND

Part 5
HOSPITALLY PACKED

I must have slept from morning till evening because I was woken up by my monster husband, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the skinny thing of a girl first and then my husband by her side.
He was visibly angry, I had slept with the dirty clothes and muddy waters on the couch in the sitting room, I can see pockets of dirt that followed every step into the house. He was raking and vibrating like a machine that had lost control coolval stories.
He was shouting.....
Pig, bloody pig, that is who you are, your witches powers pushed you into the gutters because that is where you belong, barren witch, useless wife.
And by the way, you told me you were packing out and I will finally be free from breathing in the poisonous air polluted by your obnoxious manifestation of paramount lunatism....

And many more things were said by him, but rather than listen to him, I was having a very bad head ache, I was losing consciousness again. That fall into the drainage must have loosened some key nuts in my head. I knew I was going to faint.
Funny enough, in my quarter to faint state, I noted that my husband is in level 3.5 of his anger
Let me explain. Level one, He ignores me and answers with short replies.
Level two
He abuses me based on what has happened and my inability to give birth.
Level three.
He call me names like evil magician, witch or herbalist.
Level four
Here come the English grammars. Mountain moving English constructions.
Today he is already calling me a witch - definitely level 3.
obnoxious manifestation of paramount lunatism, whatever that means is a level 4 something.
Just before I fainted, I noticed that the skinny thing was smiling, that smile is exactly the smile I saw earlier on in my nightmare that day, this pissed me off...... I wanted to stand up and give her a brain resetting slap that will ensure that no body will be able to smile again in her generation.
As I rose, I discovered the floor was getting closer....
I slumped and fainted.
I woke up in the hospital the next morning, I was afraid I will see their ugly faces again but thank God for little mercies. I was alone.
Oddly, I noticed my purse was by my side. I couldn't see anyone in my room. I was placed in a private ward.
I noticed more items in the room, this made me sit up,

how dare he, this man is callous and a beast, he is no more a monster, he is now the chief of monsters.
How did I end up marrying a devil, where did I go wrong, why am I getting disgrace from every corner.....
God, why didn't you just make me blind, answer Pastors’ prayers na. if I was blind, I wouldn't see the gory sight.
Right in the room with me were my four big traveling bags that I had packed on Saturday morning to leave the house before going to see my Pastor.
This wicked man didn't only bring me to the hospital, he also brought my load.
What kind of man pack his sick wife with her loads to the hospital?

OH THIS MY HUSBAND

Part 6
HOMELESS

Away from my packed bags, I picked up my purse and there was a note from my monster husband which reads;
I don't want to ever set my eyes on you. I am changing church so don't bother to invite the Pastor . I have changed the locks at the house so don't bother to come home. If I see you anywhere close to me, I'm calling the police.
Just as I was finished with the reading of his useless note, I started crying, where the waters were coming from, I don't know.
Why am I crying? I don't know.
I don't have a clue. Tears were just falling as if I have a broken pipe in my head.
One short nurse came in at this time and saw me crying, she should have just left me at my silent pity party, but I believe she felt she had psychiatric prowess and some powerful words of consolation. But she never knew she was dealing with a broken tap awaiting explosion.

As soon as she started talking gentle nonsense, I burst into wailing. The more she spoke, the more I cried, the more confused I was. I was feeling sorry for the nurse. Whatever self-confidence she had in distress consolation must have been shattered because she got confused and left me alone. As soon as she left, I was back to my silent pity party.
I don't know how many hours I spent staring into space. The short nurse must have told all the other nurses to stay clear, I can see them casting funny glances at my room from the glass partition on the door. But none dared to venture into the wailing fortress.
I picked up my purse and saw Pastor’s note. It reads;
Sister Joy, it will get tougher for a while but your God is not a quitter, JESUS didn't give up on the way to the cross, don't give up, but look up and pray.
Hmmmm. I sighed. I picked up my phone and dialed Pastor’s number. I wanted him to pay me a visit in the hospital.
As soon as Pastor picked the phone, I shouted Pastor!!!, my own has finished, I am broken and discarded, I am in the hospital down the church street...
I cut the call and rearranged myself on the bed, I needed to look very pitiful so that Pastor and his wife can take me to their house.

I had planned what I will say when they arrive, you know how easy it is to write word of advices from afar. Come and see me and know that quitting is smart in this situation. I am not Jesus, I'm ex Mrs. Momoh, I am now officially an ex-wife, I can see myself becoming like my aunty. Bitter, nasty, homeless woman. And Childless, ahhh childlessness oooo. Another round of crying
In less than five minutes Pastor and his wife entered my room, Pastor stood at the door, staring at my packed luggage, while the wife came to hug me on the bed.
The show of warmth and love just blocked my vocal chords from saying all my rehearsed speeches. Rather I burst into another round of wailing.....
Pastor being uncomfortable with my cries went to see the doctor while mummy started praying for me.
Same disappointing prayers. Honestly the prayers dried my tears.
Father, give your daughter strength, give her wisdom to win her home back, help her to take her place back.
Jesus, she will live long with her husband.
Things are getting out of hands, I need to make them understand, I am not going to that monster again, no one should preach submission to me at this time. I am officially homeless..

Drastic situation they say requires drastic measures. It's time I take my own destiny into my hands. So I decided it's time to do the shift let me faint.
I stood up, pointed to my bags, told mummy that my husband packed it out himself, the plan was to move away from the table and bed so that I can act out my fainting in peace without hitting my head on any item.
Just as I got to the bags to faint on my bags, so that Pastor’s wife can see that “my own don finish”.
The door burst open and there was my Pastor coming in with the doc.... oh no, I must be hallucinating again, now my nightmare had crossed over from dreams to real life, I pinched myself through my clothes, ahhh I'm sure my village people are now using mtn network, everywhere you go.

Right before me in my personal room in the hospital was my number one enemy, my arch enemy of the past 24 hours. The troubler of my marriage and home, the devil in human skin, the one that made me drink drainage water and spend the night in the hospital bed.
The one that engineered my loads being packed out of my husband's house.
This same human pest, the one and only skinny thing of a girl.
She was wearing doctors’ uniform.