Church Elder in Kakamega Cheats With Choir Member And Suddenly Loses His Voice Mid-Sermon
Being a church elder in Kakamega carried respect, influence, and responsibility. People looked up to me, and I took pride in my position. But behind the sermons and prayers, I had a secret life. I had been seeing a young choir member in town, convincing myself that it was harmless and that no one would ever find out.
Every secret meeting made me feel powerful, untouchable, and alive. I ignored the warning signs my conscience kept sending. Everything changed one Sunday. I was delivering the morning sermon to a packed congregation.
My voice, which usually commanded attention and inspired faith, faltered as I spoke. Then, mid-sermon, it disappeared entirely. No matter how hard I tried, I could not produce a single word. The congregation murmured in confusion.
I coughed, cleared my throat, but silence remained. Panic overtook me. I tried to step down from the pulpit, but my legs shook, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. Humiliation filled every corner of the church.
After the service, I went home, desperate and confused. I consulted doctors, thinking I had lost my voice physically. But all tests came back normal. I realized that this was not a medical problem it was something beyond ordinary explanation.
