My father's prayer warrior was the one stealing from our offering box

I was 19, home from LASU for Christmas. Mummy put me in charge of counting offering after service because the usual person traveled. That's how I found it. The box was short by ₦18,000 from what was announced.

I told my father quiet quiet. He said I should keep counting. Second Sunday, same thing. Third Sunday, I waited behind after everyone left. And I saw her. Sister Bisi, the one who leads prayer warrior, the one who prays for my father every Tuesday. She had a spare key.

My father sat her down, no shouting, no church discipline. Just asked her why. She said her son's school fees. He paid it. He never told the church. But I stopped trusting anybody who prays too loud after that.