The pregnant husband
By Osondu Anyalechi [oanyalechi@yahoo.co.uk]
Saturday, April 19, 2008

That evening, my thrill was high, higher than you could imagine as I was walking to the teachers’ quarters. But it died! Died with the same force that brought it. That was when I was abused sexually molested not by a lady but a fellow man. And that was my teacher. My CRK tutor!
He had invited me to prepare his dinner. Sunny, his houseboy, was away to their village. Perhaps, Oga knew that preparing a teacher’s food was my cup of tea having been raised by a teacher. What else could be their meal if not yam in morning, beans at noon and garri at night? I was through with the kitchen earlier than he expected.

When I wanted to go back to the hostel, he pleaded that I slept in his house for requisite chores I might do. When it was bedtime, he urged me to sleep with him. I could not buy that. The manner of his persistence rendered my refusal flagrant disobedience. I obliged and perched at a corner of the bed, facing the wall. He told me to scratch his back and from there he guided my hand to his private parts. Ö and so on. I was soaked in shame. James, my classmate, looked at me suspiciously, laughing at me to scorn when we met in the morning. I never knew he was once, the man’s prey.

Many years later, unknown to me, a man I always admired belonged to the same industry. Youths were always clustering around him like the children’s matches on the frame of the kola-nut tree. One day, someone in castigating him, attributed his attraction to nothing but sexual abuse of the youths. As I was defending him, arguing how that could be possible, I remembered my randy CRK teacher. Sadly, as ugly as the practice is, it is not exclusive to men. Women are not free from the mud. This was confirmed during my programme in a Girls college when I was a student. A lady told me that the school was notorious in - sexual abuse of junior students by their seniors at night. When I referred to it during my ministration, the students burst in tears, wailing copiously, pleading for God’s mercy. I was glad for what God did and also the confirmation that ëufyí was real.

Fornication is evil but for a person to sleep with a person of the same gender is madness. It is one of those evils imported to Nigeria. I remember how cold Joe, my friend, was when I hugged him at the Airport in Corpus Christi in 1982. He later explained that nobody in US cared how long hugging lasted if the people are of opposite sexes but if not, the gesture gives them out as sodomites.

On my next visit to US, something extreme had happened and that was not far from Joe. A colleague of his, who was born male, rose to be an engineer but was later disenchanted in that gender. God must have made a mistake in making him a man and what God could not do for him doctors were there to do. Experts were at work for sex-change surgery and soon he became a lady. But from my own part of the world, it is an honour to bear a male child. If that was the case in his country, his parents must have rejoiced when he was born but through frivolity he had cut short their joy.

She was a snare in her company, where Joe pointed her to me from a distance. She was always raising her ears to catch and sue those that gossiped about her. Nobody was relating to her until frustration forced her out of the company. God revealed Himself to us in the form of a man. Jesus fully identified with man and was never ashamed to call us His brethren. One day He will return for us to render an account of our stewardship including what we did with our bodies. May all those who tamper with theirs note this.

ÖGoing Ögoing Ögone! This we hear every year during the harvest bazaar as the hammer falls on the highest bidder. But this is also how man is sinking into depravity. Into death. Into hell! It all started with fornication. God condemned it. Man ignored Him and sank lower and started to sleep with his own gender. God was angry. Man did not care. He sank lower and started to change to another gender. God condemned it. He was ignored. Another man, Thomas, true to his name, doubted God’s wrath when he wanted to do something new, something deeper. All in evil! A female by birth, she went to a doctor for sex-exchange surgery ten years ago and was “doctored” to a man. Being a legal man, he married a woman. Strangely, unlike men, he still desired to have a baby like women but through artificial insemination. Eight doctors refused to help him. The ninth reasoned differently and offered help, apparently, one of the fools that venture where angels fear to tread. Though male, he is now pregnant! Six months!

What is he up to? Why was the uterus not cut off? Why did he want to bear a child himself since he is a man? Were her genital organs stitched during the surgery? Will those two children his wife brought into their marriage tell their friends and teachers when the baby arrives that Daddy delivered a baby yesterday or what? Christlessness leads to confusion and confusion is bad and must be avoided.
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