Sarah’s hand caressed Hagar’s belly. Her face was a contorted substance as she pressed Hagar’s robust breast, tapped her buttocks, and examined the pathway for her husband to be sure it housed enough hygienic precaution needed for her supposed plan.
“When was the last time you washed here thoroughly? You need to use a wooden sponge and herbs to wash it tonight. I need it fresh for my husband.” she commanded, pointing at a delicate area.
Hagar winced, nodded yet stood like a statue as her mistress inspected her body.
“One more thing Hagar. I must not hear your moans. You must stifle them or you’ll be punished.”
Hagar nodded and threw her clothing on, as her mistress exited the room.
Abraham sat and yawned. The morning housed beautiful memories. His wooden chair creaked and squeaked. Calling out to his Chief servants. He instructed them with gestures and words on how to milk the animals. The house needed milk and his cattle were up to the tasks.
After the instructions, he waved him off, knelt down—a gesture of communion with his father— and opened his mouth beside his rickety bed. But as he was about to proceed, his door creaked open. He turned to see his wife Sarah walk in with the burden of the world on her shoulder. He knew at once that attending to the wife comes first before his God.
“What’s the matter darling?” he quizzed, staring at her disheveled hair and how aged she had become in his eyes.
“You’re the problem. You and your God. You said that he promised to give me a child but here I am aging away with no child, no offspring, nothing.” she lamented.
“Calm down, my darling. God’s time really is the best.”
“Abeggi, forget God’s time. See Hagar, my maid. She’d come to you tonight. Handle her and give me a child through her. Na just once o. So put your pikin inside”
“You say?” Abraham asked, feigning ignorance.
“You heard right. I don tire to wait for God’s time. Na my own time we go take do this one” she fumed.
“Okay darling, I’m at your disposition.”
Sarah stormed out, her eyes filled with anger.
That night. Sarah led her maid into her husband’s chambers. She watched as the fellowship kickstarted, even though it broke her heart, and somewhere in the inextricable part of her, she knew the consequences. She still reveled in the fact that the raunchy bout was one with no soreness and that her husband was still a strong man.
The happenings of that night stayed between the trio: Sarah noticed the changes—physically and socially— in her maid but Abraham, he never thought of it except when he beheld Hagar’s protruded belly. He was ‘shock-prised’.
On seeing the development in her body, Hagar started misbehaving. Cold shoulders and disdainful eyes were what she meted to her mistress. After all, she have tasted the master’s phallus and had become the same as her mistress.
On noticing this attitude, Sarah bellowed to her husband.
“My wrong be upon you my husband; you have slept with my maid and now she’s pregnant. She no longer respects me. My God go judge you!”
Abraham sat, confused at his wife’s statement. Had she forgotten that she pushed him into it? Had she? Then he must remind her.
“Darling, you go dey try dey remember things o. Shebi I siddon jeje when you carry yourself come, talk say na your time be the best, make I chop your maid kpekus? See am now, she don dey form.”
“Na wetin you get talk be that?” she snarled.
“Nor vex o, words don finish for my mo…” He hadn’t finished the words before he felt someone leap on him and assault him with blows.
