Halfway through the entree song, the pastor made his way to the altar, preceded by the altar boys. As he walked, he was greeted with firm handshakes and smiles from those near him. Many treated him with all respect, which I bet if they knew the other side of him; they wouldn't be singing his praises. I too was among the fools of the congregation, blindly following his word, looking up to him until i saw him for the true chameleon he was. The pastor like any other person in his place would portray a firm stance to his people in order for them to follow him. He achieved that, having married a beautiful wife who now followed him holding the Holy Bible. They have been married for 15 years and were not blessed with children at least that what they told everyone. However, after events unfolded it become clear the pastor failed to service his wife as he should.

As he reached the altar and waved to everyone in the congregation, I turned my head down to hide my face of disgust. I remembered the first time. He come to the village four years ago after old martyr Eric kicked the bucket. We were all happy that we received a joyful and energetic pastor who didn't lullaby all of us to sleep with his sermons. At the time, he was a blessing. He prompted my change, making me more active in the church and its works. I worked hard until the church was in my blood.

After his arrival, another young girl came, we all thought she was his daughter, everybody assumed it until he set the record straight. She was an orphan her parents died and he took her in as her guardian. His works impressed me, pushed to become a better me. It was my motto for two years. The year after his arrival, I become choir master and in my determination to be my best, I arrived early to prepare for practice session. It would be my first session, and I had to be perfect.

I was expecting the instrument closet to be open, but it was closed. A quick call to the cleaning lady and she told me she went with the keys, but there was a spare one in the church preparation room. She gave me instructions, directing me to where exactly I would find the keys, I thanked her and she concluded the call saying to just go to the room it is never locked. The room was also acting as the pastor's office. It had a desk and chair. We suggested making him room somewhere else but he acted all holier than thou, said he was a shepherd of God, and didn't need much to spread his word. The nerve of the guy.

His act lead to his destruction as I walked in on him, while he was busy drumming his adoptive daughter. Despite my shock, the man didn't stop, bending the girl over and giving quick hard thrusts to ensure his release to completion. I was still standing at the door, while they composed themselves and dressed. When they were all decent, it was when he acknowledged my presence. He gave me poor explanation for his action that the temptation was to great he could no longer fight it, his wife knew, and they were okay with it, saying that if she conceived of his seed it would be a blessing from above. The quiet girl standing by his side said nothing but her body language said it was all deceit from the mouth of the cobra.

A fact I later come to know to be true as the girl did indeed conceive. A reality that brought the pastor wife to the ground in tears. Many thought it was because she despaired as she sought to raise the girl the right way but fell crocked to ways of life. I knew the true reason for her tears. She didn't agree for her husband to lie with the girl to conceive, conceiving at a tender age. The incident was a turmoil and the pastor did not point out the unborn child was his but his statement was forgiveness and assurity that he and his wife will take care of their adoptive daughter and her unborn child. A statement that didn't please his wife who later became vengeful, sleeping with missionaries of the church who come to visit later in the year. The fact become evident when all of sudden she was pregnant, the congregation sang praises to the Lord for granting them what they wanted in their marriage until she gave birth and sheltered her child away. To this day, no woman has ever seen the child of their adoptive daughter and the so-called miracle of the Pastor's wife. I laughed knowing that time is not on their side, and their secrets will soon be revealed. They couldn't hide those kids their entire life. Soon the pastor will face moral condemnation from his beloved congregation.