I caught my wife's pastor doing something I can't even type

See ehn, I am not a church person. My wife is. She goes to this big Pentecostal assembly in Ikeja every Sunday and Wednesday. I drop her, pick her, wave at the pastor from the car. Nice man. White suit. Voice like honey.

One Wednesday I came early because my meeting finished. I walked to the back office to use the toilet. The door was slightly open. Pastor and the head usher. On the floor. Clothes everywhere. I stood there for maybe five seconds. Nobody saw me. I walked out, got in my car, drove off.

I have not told my wife. It's been three months. She still goes. She still tithes. I just sit in the car and wait. Sometimes I wonder if I am protecting her or myself. This thing we call faith in this country. It's giving business more than heaven.