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    Win Her Back
    Win Her Back
    Win Her Back
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    Win Her Back

    By Emeka. O Godwin

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    This is a story of love, betrayal and redemption. It would leave you laughing and sometimes reflecting on the many challenges found in marriage.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEmeka. O Godwin
    Release dateJan 18, 2013
    ISBN9781301657100
    Win Her Back
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    Emeka. O Godwin

    Emeka Godwin is a Pastor with The Redeemed Christian Church of God. He is also a writer with a very laid back style of writing that makes his works stand out amongst many.

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      Win Her Back - Emeka. O Godwin

      WIN HER BACK

      By Emeka O. Godwin

      Copyright © 2013 by Emeka O. Godwin

      This book is a complete work of fiction: Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This Ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This Ebook may not be re-sold or given away to others. If you would like to share this book with others, please purchase an additional copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

      To my lovely wife, Chinyere

      PROLOGUE

      SON OF SATAN

      HE HAD NO trouble blending in with the holy rollers. Black as the Ace of Spades and wearing a three-piece suit, it was hard to tell him apart. The fact that he had not been inside a church in over a decade was irrelevant; he still knew how to get down with Jesus people.

      One of the church mothers had handed him a tambourine when he first walked in, and now he too was making a joyful noise unto the Lord. The jangling sound of the tambourine brought back memories of the time he used to attend his mama’s church. He remembered that morning when he turned ten and his mama had offered to buy him a tambourine for his birthday. Hell no! he had yelled. Tambourine is so gay.

      That day, his mama slapped him so hard his ear rang for a whole week. Years later, he still wondered if he got slapped for using the word hell in a sentence or whether it was because he had dared called tambourine a gay instrument.

      Still making a joyful noise, he waited patiently for the right moment to surprise his wife. Twice she had looked in his direction but had not spotted him. I could work for the C.I.A, he thought amusedly.

      The church was exactly like his mama's church. It had the same kind of black folks, dressed in their fancy Sunday-best, hooting, hollering, and getting all worked up in the Holy Ghost. He had not been there ten minutes yet, and things were already getting crazy. To maintain his cover, he had joined them in the hooting and hollering, and now he was sweating like a diabetic pimp.

      He used to think it was only in the black churches that people hollered and jumped around like lunatics. But one day a friend invited him to an all-white Pentecostal church in Needham. When he got there, he was shocked to see white folks acting all crazy, just like the folks in his mama’s church. He was even more dumbfounded when in the middle of his sermon, the Pastor, a pot-bellied white dude, began to do the jitterbug to the accompaniment of the organist.

      Afraid that his wife would see him, he sat down as soon as the prayer session ended. He wanted this to be a great surprise and that was why he was subjecting himself to all this craziness. If someone had told him a week ago that today he would be inside a Pentecostal church hooting, hollering, and jangling a tambourine, he would have laughed it off as a joke. But when a man loved a woman, that man would do anything to make her happy, even if it meant getting down with Jesus people.

      For a long time, he pushed back at his wife’s invitation to come to church. Each time she invited him to church, he would gently remind her that he was an agnostic and didn’t need church or any other form of organized religion. You would have to drag me there kicking and screaming, he would often say.

      After many failed attempts at converting him to Christianity, his wife resorted to name-calling. She called him names like Son of Satan, Hell-Bound Negro, Evil-Eddie, and Tan Satan.

      Tan Satan! That one always cracked him up. Yes, he was blacker than Wesley Snipes, but he didn’t think he was Satan or remotely satanic. Just because he was an agnostic didn’t mean he was a bad person. For a man who had stopped drinking, smoking, and cussing, he felt he had earned the right not to be called Tan Satan or Hell-Bound Negro.

      Between the pressure from his wife and the preaching from his mother, he didn't know how much longer he could hold on to his agnosticism. They were bent on converting him as soon as possible. It didn’t matter how many times he told them he was an agnostic, they always came at him with scriptures, as if he was indeed Tan Satan.

      The heavy-set woman who had led the prayer session handed the microphone to a man dressed in a dark-grey suit. The woman turned and walked away from the stage, her whole body covered in sweat. She looked as if someone had emptied a bucket of Gatorade on her. When she got to the end of the stage, someone handed her a handkerchief, which she accepted and used to wipe her face.

      That was the problem with Pentecostals, the man thought amusedly. They expended so much energy running around, hooting and hollering, and before you knew it, their Sunday best was covered in smelly sweat. In his opinion, Christianity didn’t have to be a sweaty religion. He had seen pictures of Jesus Christ, and the dude always came across as a cool cat. Why couldn’t his followers be like him?

      He was still staring at the heavy-set woman when his wife suddenly got up from her seat. She picked up her bag and her Bible and turned toward one of the side doors. Quickly, he got up and followed her. His heart pounded with excitement. He tried to imagine what his wife’s reaction would be when she saw him. She would probably scream in excitement and hug him like a lost cousin.

      It was just last night while he lay in bed wondering what to get her for her birthday when the idea came to him. Instead of the usual trip to Macy’s and Victoria’s Secret, why not surprise her by showing up in church? She always told him she would be the happiest woman on earth the day he renounced his agnosticism and converted to Christianity.

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