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Sunday, 1 May 2016

CHAPTER 2 (THE FATE THAT NEBER WAS)

CHAPTER 2

Blessing looked out of the window as she sat on her bed that was also by the window. Her stare was firm and long, but she was not looking at the anything in particular. Her mind was long gone in thought and worry; she has refused to touch her food and this worried her friend, Bukky, who sat beside her all day, watching her cry at intervals.

Blessing held up her phone to her face again and appeared to be dialing a number. After a while, as Bukky had expected, Blessing started to cry again. Bukky was now getting impatient.

“He refused to pick my call again. This is the third day, Bukky, what have I done to deserve this?” Blessing asked her friend amidst more tears.

Bukky wasn’t ready to comfort her anymore. She had tried to make her eat, make her take her bath and make her stop starring at the widow, all to no avail. Bukky hissed and looked away.

“I know you have tried,” Blessing continued, “but if Ade had treated you this way, I would have stayed by you…”

“What else do you want me to do?” Bukky asked, slightly angry. “Your boyfriend texted you that it was over, refused to pick your calls and almost got my boyfriend beaten at the plank when he tried to talk to him.”

“He what?” Blessing suddenly got interested.

“Listen, I shouldn’t have told you this but Ade asked not to compound your issues. He said that your boyfriend walked him away from the plank, two days ago when he tried to talk to him. He said he was dead drunk too and…”

The sound of Blessing’s phone that dropped on the ceramic floor of her hostel room cut through Bukky’s speech. Realizing that Blessing was lying back down on her bed, she believed she has fainted. Bukky rushed to her side and shook her frantically. Blessing responded with a high pitched scream before settling for proper crying. Bukky was relieved but annoyed.

“What is the meaning of this?” Bukky asked as she helped her friend to her butt.

“What did Emeka say I did that warranted this actions against me?”

“He never told Ade you did anything. I think it was a personal problem. Maybe he didn’t want to bother you with it.” Bukky said.

Blessing chose to believe what his friend said- partly because it reduced the burden of her thinking she had offended Emeka, her boyfriend, and partly because she didn’t want to believe that his boyfriend was leaving her.

“Did your boyfriend say exactly what the problem was?”

“You mean, Ade?” Bukky asked and Blessing nodded. “No, he didn’t. He only said Emeka said it was a personal problem.” She lied.

“But, he should have picked my call.” Blessing said. She started to reassemble her dissembled phone.

“Why don’t you just send a text?”

Blessing said she had sent hundreds of text messages. She tried the number again and it was just ringing out. Bukky has had enough, she said she would no longer miss the lectures by staying with her- she already missed two.

“Don’t worry about me. If I didn’t see my love, I am not going to the lecture room.” Blessing said.

“Are you okay?” Bukky couldn’t believe her ears. “May I remind you that both Emeka and Ade are in their final level? We are just at the second level and…”

“Go!” Blessing insisted.

“You need to think this through. Making a rash decision may hurt you for life.”

“I know.” She replied, nonchalantly.
Her phone rang and she was half excited. “He called back.” She whispered to Bukky as she picked the call.

“My love, why…” She was suddenly silent. But it was apparent by her countenance that she wasn’t listening to a pleasantries from the caller.

Bukky, having seen that there was a relief, gestured to leave. With her left hand, Blessing asked her to go, while holding the phone with the right.

“Is everything okay?” Bukky bent down to ask in a whisper, noticing the blanket of frown on her friend’s forehead.

Blessing nodded and Bukky stood up to leave. She had nearly gotten hold of the door latch when a crashing sound visited her ears- she turned around to face her friend just in time for her feet to stop the phone battery that was screeching to a stop. The pieces of Blessing’s phone graced the whole floor- all in different direction. Blessing covered her head with her bed sheet and sobbed uncontrollably.

Bukky checked her time by her wrist watch- lecture was in fifteen minutes, she could no longer help her friend. She left.

END OF CHAPTER 2

Sunday, 13 March 2016

INTRO: THE GODS ARE YET TO BE BLAMED

This is a traditional themed novel, studded with African culture and tradition.

This is a story of a man, once a royal, now a mere chief, who is obsessed with taking back his ibgeritance- even when the gods have spoken against it!




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PROLOGUE

... tonight, before the moon is swallowed by the cloud, the King and I, must know our fate.” Ajigi, Kuje’s father.


************


The night was very dark- dead without sound and movements except the crickets that chirp through the darkness into the silence and the fireflies that glow around the tall grasses. The moon has refused to show and the stars hid deep within the dark weird clouds. Everything was inexplicably unusual.
There was a hut, alone and isolated as expected by the policy of the Kingdom of Lisa- the Chief Priest’s abode must lie far away at the outskirts of the Kingdom. It is believed that any evil that is determined to visit the Kingdom must first meet with the Priest, who, by the powers conferred on him by the gods, will conquer them.

A thick white smoke crawls painfully out of the small window opening of the mud house, and the room flickers as the wind forces the fire on the oil lamp to dance to its tune. Ajigi, the Chief Priest of Lisa Kingdom lay carefully on a straw mat that was spread beside the fire that scratches the bottom of a clay pot placed atop it. Inside the pot were many herbs boiling what passed as a concoction of medicine. Kuje, the son of the sick Chief Priest removed the lid off the pot to check if the medicine was ready. 
  
“How is it?” Ajigi asked in a distant voice; a voice that seemed it was vaporizing and coming from the great beyond. 

“Just a few minutes, Baba; your medicine will be ready. This medicine will surely…”

“Surely do what?” Ajigi cuts in and coughs dryly. “You are just being stubborn, my son. I already told you what the gods wanted, and there is no going back even if we try. You cannot upset the balance.”

“But, we can try, Baba. The gods might change their mind.”

Ajigi, the sick, dying Chief Priest couldn’t hide his laughter at the foolishness of his son. He delivered it fine, admits coughing and wheezing, all in a huskiness.
“Relax, Baba.” Kuje helped his father lay his head back on the pillow made by bundling various clothes together.

“A man who draws back mucus into the nose only deceives himself; because when the time comes, the mucus will come back as phlegm. No matter how you try to save me, no matter how many ways you take, there will only be one result.” Ajigi said. “Where is the King?” He asked. His voice wedged to hang between the dead and the living.

“He is still in the consulting room, Baba.”

“You need to deliver the message to him…now.”

“But Baba, this message is too heavy for me. Maybe that is why the gods gave you the message themselves.” He said and looked away.

“Then, you must learn to be prudent in delivering life-threatening messages if it needed be. If one is sent a message as slave, one must learn to deliver as a freeman. The gods themselves visited this morning, and you must deliver this message to the King himself.”

Kuje sank on the floor, his arms on his knees as he pondered on how well to deliver such a message.

“But, Baba…” He wanted to start, but the Chief Priest cuts in,

“Go…now. It is running late. Tonight, before the moon is swallowed by the cloud, the King and I must know our fate.”

Kuje hesitated for a minute. He looked at his dying father who appeared to be sleeping without any concern. He stared him for a moment until his father’s cough reminded him of the message he has to deliver. He prepared himself to meet the King in the consulting room.




CHAPTER 1

“The words of the gods are madness, but only the wise understands them.” …Kuje.

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 “Are you sure of this message or you will like to go back and ask your father again? I am sure the gods are not crazy. They purposeful chose my family to rule over this Kingdom!” King Balala whispered as Kuje delivered the message of the gods. “What you are asking is not only impossible, it is equally insane. I hope you know that?” The King said to the young man, Kuje, who sat on a big log of wood as a seat.

“We are not asking you to do anything; the gods are the ones who have directed you…”

“Then your gods are wrong on this one,” the King interjected with his deep, intimidating voice.

“The words of the gods are madness, but only the wise understands them.” Kuje replied the King. He continued, “I hope you will listen so that your child may succeed you as the King. Remember, what an elder sees while seated, a child cannot see even if he stands.”

“Well, not if the elder is a midget, and the child is a giant!” He countered. “You see, Kuje,” the King moved closer and whispered, “Have you considered that your father’s sickness may have affected what he actually heard from the gods?”

“My father is not sick, my King…”

Ajigi coughed loudly from inside the room and wheezed- his throat appeared to be blocked. Kuje threw a glanced at the King who looked away in contempt- He was vindicated. 

“King Balala,” Kuje called his name like a true Priest, “the gods do not whisper! My father heard them loud and as clear as the spring water.”

“Then what else did the gods say? Tell me, and I will prove to you that your father’s hearing is already impaired. Probably… maybe slightly, by the strange sickness that suddenly befell him.” The King said, enraged.

“Well, if you must know, the gods also said that I, Kuje, the first and only son of Ajigi, the Chief Priest of Lisa Kingdom, will be pronounced the Chief Priest after the death of my father!”

There was silence, a total one. Even the chirping of the crickets was swallowed by the silence. The King stood up quietly, his eyes fixed on Kuje. Kuje slammed the butt of his staff on the floor, and the charms tied on the staff make a resounding clang. 

“You are indeed mad!” The King finally said. “Now, I Know, that your father’s hearing has been affected by the sickness. It is indeed true that if a man takes too much of his time while defecating, the wrong flies shall meet him there! Your father’s sickness has been around for too long, I believe that other small sickness has started visiting him. He now hears the voices of the dead. I suggest you ease his passage into the great beyond before he does more damage.” 

Kuje shook his head and laughed.  

“How, how can the gods say that you will become the Chief Priest after your father when we all know, that by culture, tradition and rules laid down by the gods themselves, the Chief Priest will be chosen from the second family of Priesthood? In case it passed you by, and you didn’t have the time to grasp it, please open your ears and understand that, Alakija, the son of Akilapa will become the Chief Priest and not you! That is the tradition.”

“And since when did you become the voice of the gods, King Balala?” Kuje asked with all seriousness. “You are even worried about how the gods will work their mystery. I do not have to argue with the gods. I ask you to do the same.” Kuje replied him calmly.

The King looked at him with hatred and contempt before he hissed and stormed out to be swallowed by the darkness!


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Ajigi opened his eyes suddenly as the King stormed out. He shook his head and smiled.

“Whom the gods will kill, they first make mad.”

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...that same night

Iya Abiye, the Kingdom’s midwife who has successfully helped deliver almost sixty babies in Lisa Kingdom suddenly woke from her deep sleep. She was sweating and scared right on the spot. The frogs croak loudly into the air like they were rehearsing some kind of strange music. She placed her hand on her chest to catch her breath- she panted like rat pursued by a cat.

Slowly, she arose from her mat and grabbed the oil lamp beside her.  She walked slowly into one of the rooms to check on her patients whose time of delivery was near. She checked the two of them, and found out that they were both sleeping, sound and fine- in separate rooms. In her old frail self, she was glad, but nevertheless, still scared of what the gods has requested of her as they visited her in her dreams. She whispered to herself;

“I should see the Chief Priest and tell him this confusing dream. How can I invite the wrath of the Kingdom upon myself? This is an abomination! My enemies might have projected into my dream and hoped that I will misbehave. This message is not from the gods. It is impossible for the gods to ask me to do this. How do I know that this dream was truly from the gods and not a lie from …?”

Before she could finish her statement, there was a light breeze despite the tight walls around her, and the fire from her lamp started to dance frantically to the strange music of the strange wind. It danced, and danced, uncontrollably, until it died- abruptly! There was total darkness and total silence. Even the frogs, stopped rehearsing their strange music, as they buried their heads into the swamp. Her breathing was heavy and loud- she could hear her heart beat. Then suddenly, the light came on by itself with a whoosh sound.

Iya Abiye quickly went on her knees after the sign from the gods, “I will do as you wish”, she said, “I will do as you wish; please forgive me.” She whispered and there was darkness again!


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Friday, 11 March 2016

CHAPTER 18: BLOOD ON THE ALTAR

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Monday, 7 March 2016

CHAPTER 17 (PART TWO ): BLOOD ON THE ALTAR

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Sunday, 28 February 2016

CHAPTER 12 & 13: BLOOD ON THE ALTAR

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Chapter 12


THREE WEEKS’ LATER

The day was a Sunday, and as usual, the Choirs converged at the basement for their morning rehearsals and prayers. There was nothing unusual about the ritual except the presence of Sarah, a fugitive whom no one, except Blessing knows why she has been running from the Choir. Everyone was on her, but she was already armed with a perfect lie as a backup for her sudden disappearance.
At the gallery, since the service hasn’t started, during the morning rehearsals, most Choir members charges their phones there. But this faithful Sunday, something unusual happened, that was different from the presence of Sarah. After the morning rehearsal, Sister Sarah announced a missing phone.

“Maybe you didn’t bring it along. Have you tried calling your line? You may have forgotten it at home?” Rucks suggested.

“Sister Rucks,” Sarah called her, “I clearly said I was charging my phone at the gallery, and you’re talking about me ‘forgetting it at home’?”

“I’m sorry, but that was just a suggestion. By the way, I didn’t think anyone actually came up here after…”

“Well, since you seem to know this much, kindly explain how I got my phone missing. Look at the charger here,” she dangled it in her face and threw it at her feet. Rucks was taken aback by the sudden outburst.

“I didn’t say you didn’t bring your…”

“Well, you said that.” Bukky came in.

“And you said it right there,” she maintained and pointed to her previous position.

“Oho,” Sarah said, folding her arms.
There was silence, and the aura was tense. There were about six members of the Choir who had either come to the gallery to collect their phones or feed their ears. Eventually, they decided to go meet the Coordinator in his office.

“I don’t know what I can say to this,” he said, leaning back on his chair. “This is just embarrassing; I just hope this won’t get to the Pastor. And that is only if you guys behave as adults.”

“You mean to say if the thief returned the stolen phone?” Sarah asked with a scoff. The Coordinator nodded.

“You know that is not possible,” Sarah countered again. “Who do you think will return a stolen phone? Think about the embarrassment. She would rather not do that…”

“She?” The Coordinator interjected with a chuckle. “You can’t be sure the founder will be a she. We can’t say we are looking for a thief, we should rather say we misplaced it, and will appreciate whoever found and returned it.”

“I didn’t misplace my phone, and the thief is not a founder, a thief is a thief! Besides, the male members, just three of them anyway, went straight to the podium to arrange the musical instruments. None of them was upstairs. The thief is definitely a she!”

“So, who are you suspecting?”

“Sir, I am suspecting no one.”

“So, what are you suggesting then?”

“We search the bags.”

“Come on, that is embarrassing. We need to find another way…”

“There is no other way, Sir. And I got to do this before the Sunday school starts or else…”

“It is okay, it is okay, Sister Sarah.” The Coordinator said and checked his wristwatch. “It’s almost time for the Sunday School. You have just fifteen minutes to do that. I don’t want the Pastor to meet us in this mess.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Sarah said, and exited the Coordinator’s office. At the entrance, Bukky was waiting for her.

“So, what did he say?” She asked as they walked towards the Choirs’ area.

“He wanted me to check your bags,” She replied without stopping.

As they emerged inside the main auditorium, Bukky clapped her hands to gain the attention of the other members. Sister Bukky, a lousy dirty lady who was always left alone due to her incessant gossiping. She is fat, had no friends, not even Blessing was her friend. And she wasn’t alone because she was fat, but because she was always nosy, dirty, cheeky and lousy.

“We are here to catch the thief who stole…”

“Enough please,” Sarah stopped her.

“There is no ‘we’, okay?”

Bukky sighed and sullenly walked through the ambulatory to join the rest of the members standing in front of the altar.  The members all converged afar and watched as Sarah went into the Choir stalls and started ransacking the bags- one after the other. The males watched in silence, each one whispering. The suspense was all upon them, and as each bag was picked, hairs were raised in anticipation, and as each one was dropped, people sighed.

“I told her she didn’t bring her phone to Church, I saw her when she came in. she didn’t even bring a bag,” Rucks said again.

“You can’t be sure of that,” Bukky countered again. “Are you scared?” She asked Rucks, half smiling.

“Scared of what? “For your information, my bag has been checked, I don’t think yours has.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Sister Rucks, she just dropped my bag too.” Bukky said with a smirk.

“Enough of this nonsense,” Blessing came in. “This is a total embarrassment and a shame. There is nothing to be proud of here. A colleague just came back after a brief illness and all you welcomed her with was to steal her phone.”

“She said she travelled,” Michelle said, calmly with folded arms.

“What?” Blessing asked, puzzled.
“Sister Sarah said she travelled.” She repeated herself.

Everyone was silent. Blessing looked uneasy and hated Michelle for making her look stupid in front of the others. Michelle continued,

“You said she was sick, but when I asked her, she said she travelled. That was why she hasn’t been around the…”

“Why don’t you just shut your mouth and start living on facts?”  Blessing snorted angrily, and the members gasped. “Did you visit her at all to know if she just told you she travelled just to keep you off her tail? I mean, everybody knows you are nosy….and proud!”

Bukky whistled and scratched her head. She looked at Michelle with a squint.

Michelle replied Bukky,“you know, that was why you had no friends!”

“I beg your pardon!” Bukky fought back. “Now, because you were able to get a job with a multinational company, courtesy of the tool between your legs, didn’t give you the permission to just talk to me that way. I wasn’t even the one who said you were nosy and cheeky. I was just a mere observer in all this matter.”

“The truth is, being my leader in this Choir, and being older than I am, coupled with the fact that I was also well brought up, I will not insult you,” Michelle said to Blessing who was expecting trouble.

Blessing hissed. She never liked Michelle for all the reasons she has refused to admit. She is beautiful, brilliant, has a good job, dresses nicely and she live large with a nice car. But she refused to admit that these have been the crux of her attitude towards Sister Michelle, instead, she simply maintained that Michelle was too proud.

“But you,” Michelle turned to Sister Bukky, “we all know you are a ‘nobody’ with a mental case.”

Rucks cleared her throat; she started fanning herself with her hand. “This is too hot.” She said with a smile.

“You are just a fool.” Bukky told Rucks who couldn’t control her laughter.

“Seriously?” Rucks said, “How did mine get into this matter. I was just observing.”

The whole member laughed aloud, but some, like Blessing refused to. Not that she cared what happened to Bukky, but she sure wasn’t comfortable with the easy getaway of Sister Michelle.

“Please, it is enough,” Blessing said.

“Like I said, we haven’t even…”

“This is serious!” Sarah said as she held a bag in her hand, smiling and shaking her head.

“What is it?” Blessing asked, with confusion clearly written on all faces.

Sarah walked between the ambulatory and started coming towards the members who were converged at the front of the altar. She held the black bag, wearing an unbelievable look of surprise.

“What is it, what did you see?” Sister Blessing and others asked.

“That…that is my bag!” A voice shrieked out, and all eyes were on Hannah whose horrific look on her face was priceless!

“You stole her phone?” Bukky asked.

“I didn’t even go upstairs. I was right here; I didn’t go to the gallery after the rehearsals. I was…”

“I couldn’t find my phone inside any bag,” Sarah finally relieved their suspense, but that even brought more suspense.

“But, I found this,” Sarah said, and displayed a pack of condom she took from the bag.

“That is not mine!” Hannah shouted in horror!

The whole members were astonished, more like disappointed.

“Oh, yeah?” Sarah said. “What about these, then?” She lifted up two used condoms tied at the base with semen still lying safely inside it.

“Jesus!” Some of the members shouted.
Blessing wore a look of abject disappointment; she looked at Hannah, shook her head and asked, “Why?”

“I swear Ma, I didn’t know anything about this, I swear to God!”

Hannah started to cry when she saw the look on Blessing’s face. She just accepted her as her Church-daughter and it would be disastrous to have blown it this quick. Blessing, on the other hand, was just disappointed.

“You put it in my bag!” She shouted and charged at Sarah.

She was prevented from getting to her by some of the members. She struggled and kept pointing at Sarah. Sarah stood at bay, looking at the aggressive Hannah who was crying and trying to break free.

“I didn’t put anything in your bag. God only wants us to see who you really are.” Sarah defended herself.

“Ha, Sister Sarah, may you die like…”

“Shut up!” Blessing stopped Hannah.

“This is a house of God, and I will not watch you place a curse on each other! This is embarrassing.”

“I swear to God,” Hannah sobbed hard, “I didn’t know anything about…”

“Then how did it get into your bag?” Sarah queried again.

“Hey guys,” Blessing called out, “we will get back to this later. It is almost time for Sunday school,” she clapped consecutively, “please fall into place.”

She turned at Sarah, “we will get to the root of this. I think someone planted it there.”

“What?” Sarah Shrieked loudly. “You can’t be saying I planted…”

“You did!” Hannah shouted at her amidst her tears.

“Shut up, please,” Blessing barked at Hannah. “You are relieved of every duty today. Sit with the congregation. This is not a punishment. Just try and get yourself together.”

“You found the phone?” The Coordinator asked from nowhere. “You stole the phone?” He immediately asked Hannah when he saw that she was the only one crying.

“We couldn’t find the phone. And no, Hannah didn’t steal the phone,” Blessing responded.

“So, why is she…?”

“She lost someone,” Blessing cut him short. “Please…Sir, if you don’t mind…”

“Sister Hannah, see me in my office after the service, okay?” The Coordinator ignored Blessing.

“No,” a deep voice replied him. It was the Pastor, with a dejected look on his face. Bukky was beside him, half smiling. “You, Brother Ade, Sister Sarah, Sister Blessing, and you,” he shook his head, “Sister Hannah, should all see me in my office after the service. Jesus! I can’t believe this!” He finished and disappeared back into the opening leading to the passage to the office.

Blessing moved to Bukky and whispered, unbelievably, “You told him?”

She tried not to smile, “What? Should I cover this up? I’m sorry. This is the house of God.”

There was a sound of something crashing on plastic chairs; it was Hannah- she fainted! The Coordinator turned to Rucks,

“Sister Rucks, is Hannah the one who stole Sister Sarah’s phone?”
No one replied him!







Chapter 13

The Pastor was on the phone, chatting distinctly like he doesn’t want anyone to hear him. He tapped the butt of his pen on the table as he did so. Any sane individual could see that he was unhappy. The room was dead silent except for his mumblings, the creaky sound of the ceiling fan which swung in slow-motion, and the audible gentle sobs of Hannah who sank on her heels in a half-kneeling position. Her eyes were swollen, red and she looked very ugly. Blessing would deliberately swipe a glance at her and shook her head; this made Hannah wailed more.

Sister Sarah stood behind Sister Blessing where she sat with leg crossed in front of the Pastor’s table, the Coordinator by her side, seated comfortable in the second and last chair available in the office. Sister Bukky, the one who just found the missing phone leaned on the wall, near to the door with arms crossed. Everyone was silent, everywhere was dead. After a while that seemed would not end, the Pastor dropped the receiver. Everyone was on their toes, hairs standing in anticipation.

“First of all,” the Pastor began as he dropped his call, “I don’t want to believe all these are happening. How can these be happening in this Church, under my watch? He shouted and slammed his palm on the table.

Everyone jerked. It was scary to always see the Pastor in such a mood.

“Sir…”

“Please, Mr Coordinator,” he interjected him as he wanted to speak, “this is a slap on your office. I hope you know that?”

“I’m sorry Sir.”

“Sorry?” He scoffed. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to describe how disappointed you must be. This lady here,” he pointed to Hannah who quickly knelt straight, “is part of your member. The same ones I expected you to screen properly before…”

“I did…”

“You did? You think you did? This was the same one you were vouching for to be an assistant to Sister Blessing, isn’t she?”

“Sir…”

“Please, enough!” He shouted him down.

Blessing lets out a scornful chuckle as Brother Ade opened and closed his mouth.

“What is funny here?” The Pastor turned to Blessing who was definitely taken by surprise. “Were you not the same one who came here just this week to tell me you have accepted Hannah as a Church-daughter to you, as our usual practice in this Church for a leader to groom a potential leader?”

“But…” she tried to speak but the Pastor cut in again.

“But you refused to pray and look thoroughly before you decided to accept …”

“But you didn’t believe me when I said she and him,” she turned angrily to the Coordinator, “were having sexual…”

“I beg your pardon!” The Coordinator sprung up from his seat.

Hannah also sprung up from her knees to protest, and Blessing started to laugh,
“You think I didn’t know?” she asked with a dead face.

“I swear to God Ma, that wasn’t true. I…we never did such…such a thing.” Hannah stammered on.

“And yet, used and unused condoms were found…”

“Sir, it wasn’t mine, I swear to God.” Hannah cried aloud again, cutting the Pastor short on his words. She wasn’t afraid of anything more that her parents hearing this.

“Sir, Sir, you really need to do something about this…this…this thing and her rumours. I can’t take this anymore!” The Coordinator was talking about Blessing.

“Of course, you will not take this anymore,” The Pastor replied him in anger. “You have obviously failed in your office and you are… you are just like a waste of space here, right here!” The Pastor shouted at him.

“But…”

“There is no ‘but’, Brother Ade.”

“But this is just a lie from…from this Jezebel!” He finished his statement.

“Watch your tongue, Brother Ade. Can you even hear yourself speak in such languages? Using these foul languages on her? And funny enough, she has proven to be wiser by keeping quiet and watching you dug your grave deeper.”

“I am sorry Sir.” He calmed down.

“Even the Bible says that a fool is thought wise if he could hold his tongue. You are…” he shook his head, “I don’t know…I don’t know what to say.”

“I’m sorry Sir,” the Coordinator maintained. He clamped his hands to his back like a good child.

“You,” he turned to Bukky, “where and how did you found the missing phone?”

“Sir…” she wanted to begin.

“Please, I have a meeting my four o clock, forget the pleasantries.”

“Okay. I went to wash my face at the bathroom when I saw…”

“And did you go to the bathroom?” He asked Sarah who nodded as a ‘yes’.

“So, you agree that you did forget it there, right?”

“Yes, Sir. I…”

“That’s all I need. Both of you should go. Thank you.” He clapped them away and watched them leave his office.

After a long silence, he turned to the Coordinator, “I will get to the bottom of this; be assured of that.”

“Sir…”

“You heard me,” he said firmly. “And you,” he turned to Hannah; you disgraced not only me but your parents and Christ in heaven!”

“Ha!” She shouted. “Sir, this is all…”

“Sir,” Blessing spoke after a long silence, “she…Sister Hannah said she is a virgin. So, this…”

“She…she said so, again?” The Pastor asked.

“Well, I …em….I don’t know if she already told you that…”

“She did,” the Pastor said. “Once when there was this trouble about the accusation….but,” he changed the subject, “I doubt that already.”

“Well, Last week, before I came to see you this week about accepting her as my Church-daughter, I talked to her about how it will be the best for her to shun all sexual sins if she has to take on the mantle of leadership and she said she was a virgin.” She shrugged and looked at Hannah who nodded in agreement.

“This is serious,” the Pastor stood akimbo, confused.

“If that was so, and you know this, why were you keen on tarnishing my image?” The Coordinator shouted at Blessing in anger.

“That was because ever since she has told me, she has always left your school late into the nights; something that wasn’t happening before.”

“Is that that true?” The Pastor asked.

“Sir…”

“I was talking to her, please.” The Pastor interjected the Coordinator.

“Yes, Sir.” Hannah replied in a low voice.

“Why?” The Pastor asked in a whisper.

“He…he only attends to me only when the other students have left.”

The Pastor buried his hands in his head. He gave a very loud sigh.

“Sir…Sir…” the Coordinator started.

“You got something to say to that, right?” The Pastor asked him.

“Yes, Sir. It was all because she was to be groomed separately and…”

“Brother Ade,” the Pastor called his name slowly.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You are suspended until all investigations are concluded.” He said calmly.

“What?” He said. “Sir, this is all a mistake.”

“Yes, you are right. It was a mistake because I thought a male Coordinator will fare better than the fallen females that their scandalous stories have refused to leave as a suffix to the name of this Church each time this parish is mentioned. And now…and now…”

“Sir, this is all a lie. I told you…”

“You are suspended. And that is pretty much all I have to tell you.” He repeated. “You, Hannah...”

“Yes, Sir.” She answered in tears and violent sobs.

“I don’t even know where to start with you.”

“Can I suggest something, Sir?” Blessing asked.

“Go ahead, please.”

“We could ask Doctor Abigail to conduct a virginity test on her so….”

“Yes, yes, I will do that. I will do that, Sir.” Hannah jumped at the suggestion.

It seemed her only way out. The Pastor was surprised and confused altogether.
“You will?” He asked with a frown.

“I will Sir, I will.” She repeated faster.

“Are you sure about this or we should just…”

“Sir, I am sure. I am a….”

“Hold that please” the Pastor halted her before she could say the word ‘virgin’ again. “You already made this claim before. We shall know that later,” the Pastor said. Brace yourself; Deacon Abigail is not going to be back until three weeks’ time. I am sure you all know that. She announced that herself last week. So, I guess we could all wait for her.”

“Thank you, Sir.” They all chorused. The Coordinator’s voice was louder that it caught the attention of the Pastor. Something the Coordinator wanted.

“You, Brother Ade, in your own case, even if you ever passed this sexual scandal test, your position will still be reviewed based on your gross incompetency .”

“Ha.” He said.

“Yes; and that means you may not return back as the Coordinator again if anything as a speckle is found on you.”

“What? Sir?”

“Yes, you heard me. In fact, since Sister Blessing has proven to see far ahead of you, I might have to reconsider the position of a Choir Mistress!”

“Yes!” Sister Mary clenched her fist. “We’re getting there!” She whispered to Blessing who was trying not to betray her emotion. She smiled back at her dead lover, “of course,” she said, inaudibly.

“But, Sir…” Brother Ade wanted to say, but he was stopped again by the Pastor who raised his arm.

“That is all. You can leave now.” He waved them out. “I have a meeting by four. Thank you all.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Blessing and Hannah said.

“Thank you Ma,” Hannah said to Blessing as they were about to leave.
“Don’t mention it,” she smiled back. “I believe you won’t disappoint me when Doctor…”

“I swear Ma, I’m a virgin. I will gladly subject myself to the test.”

“Good.” She replied her and they all exited.

The Pastor watched that little scenery between these two ladies and he was proud of Sister Blessing. As he watched them leave, he realized the Coordinator was still inside his office.

“What are you still waiting for?”

“Sir…”

“Please, leave my office. This meeting is over.” He didn’t even look up as he flipped through his big bible. He didn’t look up until he heard the door closed. He lowered his reading glasses to his nose with a frown,
“Pervert,” he said and hissed.


End of chapter 12 & 13


Sunday, 14 February 2016

BLOOD ON THE ALTAR CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2 

It was all a plan, she didn’t have anything to tell the Coordinator; it was the just beginning of her grand plan to oust Sister Hannah, the newly promoted sweet voice who was beginning to garner followers. During the weekday’s rehearsal, the Coordinator has suggested that Hannah be given a chance to break forth and lead the praise and worship session. This didn’t go well with Blessing who sees the whole podium as her throne. The sight of the congregation, marvelling under her voice as she delivered the praise and worship, is always enough for her to reach orgasm without sexual contact.
“You called yesterday that you wanted to tell me something important,” the Coordinator asked after the service, “but you didn’t come to see me about it again.”



“Yes, I know.” She scratches her head; displacing her scarf. “I just felt it wasn’t necessary anymore.”



“Why would you say that? You said it was for the integrity of the Choir. Anything that concerns the Choir is of great importance.” The Coordinator stroked.



“I know. And I’m sure you know I don’t joke with matters concerning the survival of the Choir, it’s just that…”



“It’s nothing, Sister Blessing. Go on, tell me anything.” The Coordinator insisted.
He touched Blessing gently on her arm and their eyes met, and that was the exact position Blessing wanted to have him, and he fits right into the snare. Blessing moved a bit closer to him.



“Sir,” She started slowly, “why did you allow Sister Hannah to lead the special number today? She is still new, and no one knows a thing about her.” She went straight to point.



The Coordinator was taken aback by the question. He didn’t expect that to be her problem.



“I don’t get it.” He snapped at her, taking away his hand. “How is that a problem? You have been the only one good enough to render the session with such fluidity until the Lord sent a gift in Sister Hannah. This is someone I thought you will be glad to groom; but here you are, worrying yourself about her as if she didn’t deliver anything near perfect. In fact, her performance was impeccable. And for your information, the Pastor is interested in her, just as I am. I mean, she is being considered as your new assistant.” He finished, panting, perspiring.



He wiped his face with an already dirty white handkerchief. He was definitely angry, but that doesn’t concern Blessing whose plan was still on course. She smiled and asked to be forgiven and excused.



“See, Blessing,” the Coordinator started, having being knocked out by her silence and piercing eyes, “I know you are worried about Hannah, but you don’t have to be worri…”



“Brother Ade, please don’t create the wrong impression here!” She cuts in sharply and disconnects the respect of calling him the usual Coordinator. “I am not even worried about her taking over because I know you are already grooming her for that.”



The Coordinator was taken aback by her confrontation. He stood still, arm in arm, as she watched Blessing with great negative astonishment.



“Where did you hear these fallacies from, Sister Blessing?”



“Like I said, I am not worried about that, even if it were to be true!” She said, opening one of her palms in his front and standing half-akimbo with the other.



“That is not true!” The Coordinator shouted back. “What is the meaning of all these?”



“Oho,” she said, “Now, you want to deny? Yet, Sister Hannah visits your music school frequently. There is even a rumoured that you are helping in training her voice with the piano.” She laughed sarcastically, clapping her hands as she laughed.



“That is not a rumour; that is the truth!” The Coordinator fired back. “And I don’t care whether you believe it or not. Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to fight her progress?”



“Her progress, you say? Are you serious about that? Because only God knows what you always do with her after your purported practice.”




“What?” The Coordinator was left to gape, “What are you insinuating?” He shouted.



“Yes,” you can tell everybody that I said that. And that is exactly what I am worried about. Don’t forget, I was once your student too, and the stories I hear about… about Hannah or what is her name, is nothing but a heartburn because it will be a bad thing for both the image of this Church and the Choir to be dragged in the mud because of some set of sex-starved individuals who couldn’t afford to hold off their..”




“Enough!” The Coordinator shouted her down. “This is getting too much; the Pastor may have to hear about this. I have always wondered why those who have the gift to ascend to greater heights in this Choir always seems to either quit mysteriously or step down without reason.”



“Oh, now it is me, right?” She laughed and clapped her hands three times.



“Who knows? It might just be that,”Brother Ade concluded with opened palms.



Blessing smiled; she stood akimbo with both hands now. She was looking down, shaking one of her legs. Her plan has been perfect; working exactly how she planned it. She wanted the Pastor to know. She must accuse and provoke him until he takes his folly to the Pastor.



“Sister Blessing,” the Coordinator started calmly, “you need to calm down. Things will go fine; you might even get to like Sister Hannah as your own Sister.”



“God forbid!” she snapped her fingers backward over her head. “I only want you to think it through before enforcing your candidate on the Church. But as usual, you,” she said, pointing to the Coordinator’s nose, “always choose your dick,” she pointed to his trouser, “over your brain!” She concluded, tapping her forehead with her forefinger.



The Coordinator stood right there, transfixed by her behaviour. He unfolded his arms and swallowed the saliva that was about dripping. Blessing hissed, turned around and went her way; swaggering in grace and mercy as she dragged her elegant body along. She was confident of her beautiful stature.



The Coordinator, having diffused the sudden surprise that left him petrified, finally got the strength to move from the sudden state of paralysis. He reached out straight into his pocket and brought out his mobile phone. He dialled a number and waited for the recipient to pick. The phone rang out. He hissed and tried again—and again, until a husky baritone voice came through.



“Pastor, we need to talk; it is very serious. This is a very sensitive and an urgent matter. I have reasons to believe that Sister Blessing is running mad!”




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Blessing got to her apartment- a fulfilled lady, glad and happy. There’s no other thing a man, sorry, a woman, rather, would have wanted than seeing her plans comes to fruition. She switched off her phone, knowing quite well that the Church might want to contact her. She was certain that the Coordinator would have reported her to the Pastor; something she wanted him to do. That was the reason why she had to provoke him and accuse him, or maybe it’s not really an accusation. She brought out a picture from her wardrobe and looked at it with all the admirations her emotions could produce. She was her godmother, Sister Mary, her Church-mother.



The position of the Choir Mistress has been vacant for years, ever since the new Pastor was forced to place a ban on that position because of the evil that the position has always managed to attract. In short, the office of the Choir Mistress has been nothing but a disaster.



The last Choir Mistress, Sister Joy was a prostitute. The Church got to know, and the rest was history. That happened some months after Blessing returned to Church. Before then, she has been forced to leave the Church on a self-imposed exile, in a faraway land. But this Church has always been her Church, and no one will come out of nowhere and take away that position if it were to be reconsidered vacant. In fact, she was sure that with her new plan, the position of the Choir mistress will be opened for vacancy soon.



She reminisced about why she left the church in the first place, and that brought about the story of Sister Mary- the vocal leader before Sister joy, the purported prostitute.



Sister Mary was not yet anointed as the Choir Mistress; she was just a vocal leader back then, but she has already been nominated for the office by the Church management. Sister Mary was just a fresh graduate then, with a good job at twenty-four years of age. With this, was able to spoil Blessing with gifts right from when she was just 9 years old.



Blessing’s mother will allow her daughter to sleep over at Sister Mary’s place for weeks. Sister Mary will drop her in school and pick her up with her car; she will even take her to Choir practice and every other place which other girls of her age could only dream of. And at times, mostly in the night, she will do some things to her that makes her body twitch and vibrate. She didn’t understand it, but she went on to love it.



When she was 11 years old, Sister Mary got crueller. One night, while they were doing that same thing they loved to do almost every night, her Church-mother, Sister Mary, suddenly graduated from the usual gentle stroking of her clitoris to puncturing her hymen.



She shouted, but Sister Mary covered her mouth in kisses in which she responded nicely with moans and curling of her waist. It was painful, but only for that period.



Surprisingly; it became more pleasurable to her as time went by. Since her narrow way became readily opened after the defloration, her church-mother always loved to throw in her whole fist into her honey pot, as Sister Mary has insisted they call it, out of respect. Every night, they got closer, and they became lovers.



By the time she was 14 years old, Sister Mary had introduced her to many sex toys, and her favourite was the Latigo leather harness- a strap-on Sister Mary always wore to have sex with her as a man would. Sister Mary likes to go hard, as she loved to say it, rough and deep. Something that was painful, yet, inexplicably pleasurable to Blessing. This didn’t stop there; they got so bad that one would think they were vegetarian when you open their fridge which was always packed with fruits of unusual shapes and sizes. They are mostly long and curvy; usually big plantains and cucumbers!



But one day, the whole story changed when Sister Mary cheated severally on her with a new girl in the neighbourhood! When the mother of the little girl found out, hell was let loose. At first, Blessing didn’t know this, until she noticed that her dear Mary was always down whenever she got back from work. Though, after much pleading, the mother of the victim promised to forgive the beautiful Sister Mary, who was just about to be confirmed as the choir mistress.




 But it was all a lie. While rendering the special number during a lovely Sunday service, the mother of the nine years old girl stormed the Church and embarrassed the beautiful Mary while on the podium- the day she was to be confirmed as the Choir mistress! Blessing couldn’t believe her eyes; Sister Mary has betrayed her, but she was ready to forgive her anyways.



The Sunday service was short and quick. Sister Mary denied the allegation even though the poor girl insisted she did some things to her. That same day, when they got home, Sister Mary has asked for her forgiveness, and she didn’t have a choice than to forgive her. She was the only thing she knew, and she was emotionally sentenced to life imprisonment with her.




By the third day, things got worse as many revelations started to unfold, and the heat was just too much. Sister Mary turned out to be a serial sexual abuser as more parents threatened their daughters and many of them fessed up. Without exaggeration, Blessing was sure that Sister Mary could give an accurate description of the clitorises and wet-holes of almost half of the female Church members between the ages of 6 and 13!




After the revelation, Blessing’s mom called and asked her to start packing her things as she will be coming over to yank her off from her better half. Blessing told Sister Mary that her mother was coming the next day to take her home, and they both cried all through the night and made love like a wild dog and a shameless bitch would. Blessing could swear that that was the best she ever had- and maybe it was.
Her mom came very early the next day; she didn’t even return Sister Mary’s pleasantries. She was just concerned about taking her daughter away from the child-abuser. Blessing believed her mom was at loss of words to describe Sister Mary, so she resolved to occasional resentful glances at her, hissing, clapping of hands three times at intervals, mostly after a heavy sigh, and throwing of disgustful looks at her lover. Blessing didn’t like this, but nevertheless, she packed her things in silence, silently sobbing, but careful not to overreact.




As she and her mother closed the door behind them, she could hear Sister Mary wail in a loud voice. Blessing halted and wanted to go back. Her vagina throbbed and she wetted herself without a touch from her lover. Hearing her cry sufficed. Her mother cursed the wailing Mary silently and pushed her daughter away from the doorstep before she could contemplate on going back.




While inside the cab that was taking them home, her mom had insisted on knowing the truth that she never really wanted to know in the first place. Her Mom asked,


“Please Blessing, my daughter; tell me you weren’t involved with that devil. Tell me she didn’t do to you, what all the mothers claimed she did to her children. Please, tell me she just likes you and was only taking care of you as a sister.”



Well, that was what she got, because Blessing told her mom exactly what she wanted to hear-



“Mommy, I was not involved with that devil, she didn’t do to me, any of the things the mothers of those children said she did! And yes, she was merely taking care of me like a sister!”



“Thank God,” her Mom assured herself and Blessing just looked away, out of the car window.



Her mind was with her lover, not even in the cab with her mom. She cried inside, wishing Sister Mary hasn’t made the mistake that caused their untimely separation.




Two weeks later, she started preparing to leave town to her Aunt’s place in Jos, where she will lay low till the whole issue cooled down. It was her mom’s idea. There was no need to resist; people have started talking about them, and it wasn’t pleasant. They were not really bothered about their love-life as lesbians, but they believed that they were accomplices; defiling both infants and adolescents altogether.




That wasn’t the only reason she must leave the town; she technically has no business staying again since Sister Mary has decided to take her own life after the trouble heightened and legal actions started to peep into the whole simple issue. She left a suicide note and lied she was wrongly accused; she even said Blessing was a living witness to her holy life, that she was never involved with another woman!



But that made matters worse for Blessing. People kept asking Blessing if it were true that Sister Mary was clean; if it were true that they were not lovers, or they were accomplices. Some mothers started sending in notes and texts- they begged her to take her life so as to join her lover in hell, so that the female infants in the neighbourhood may grow up without being contaminated with her sexual abuse before they could learn to spell the letter ‘F’. So, she had no choice, she agreed to leave the town.



I mean, who wouldn’t?

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Thursday, 11 February 2016

BLOOD ON THE ALTAR (CHAPTER ONE)

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BLOOD ON THE ALTAR (the poem)
The whole congregation waits in anticipation
Sister Blessing will soon mount the podium
She will render the special dedication
Her voice will intoxicate them like the opium


Oh, sister Blessing
She is just like watching the angels sing
Oh, what a Blessing
There is none other like her our eyes have seen


The Church’s microphone must feel no other hand
The speakers must convey no other voice
The podium must feel no other dance steps
Except our own sister Blessing’s


No other Sister will love to try
Because they will never be good enough
Once sister Blessing is ready to drag
They will be left without a scent of pride


She murders their character
She destroys their self-esteem
She cares not what happens after
She must remain the only fish in the stream


Even with their over bloated anointing
The Pastors have refused to see
Even with their vague holy life
The elders have refused to notice


Blood cries from the altar
From the podium where sister Blessing loves to sing
Dead ambitions, assassinated characters


All scream with their talents in her grip
All hail Sister Blessing
The Angel is ready to sing
And bloods cry from the altar
But no one is ready to listen



                         PROLOGUE
April, 1965

Beside the historic museum on Helm’s street lay a thick bushy virgin land. Crowds gather on the street while an old woman wailed in agony. Her husband and three children have been killed right on the land which belongs to them, the same which shared a fenced boundary with the museum.


Rumours have it that this dead man gave his friend the documents to the land to help him transact with a potential buyer, but this friend sold this land and gave the owner and his family, stipend. Then, there was trouble as the owner was said to have rejected the money offered and asked for his land back. His friend asked them to meet on the land so he can meet face to face with the buyer and settle the matter, but it was an ambush, as the man was killed right there with his three sons that accompanied him.


This woman wailed, but there was no evidence that his husband’s friend killed her family. Thus, she has no helper, no justice.



Chapter 1
FIFTY YEARS LATER


Blessing decided to check herself once again in her half-broken wall mirror that was leaning on the wall at the corner of her room. She touched her head-tie in many places, turning her head side by side as she did so, admiring herself in her broken mirror. The dress on her looked like her skin in its fitness and its light colour that matched her light skin. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that she was a beauty!


She reminisced about last week; last week was awesome, she had tested her popularity and it worked just fine. This is what happened….


A WEEK AGO
After the usual morning rehearsal on Sunday, Blessing left without informing anybody. Few minutes to worship time, the Choir Coordinator called her to ask why she wasn’t in the Church after the morning rehearsal;


“I’m on my period,” she lied.


“What? So, who will lead the praise and worship?” The Coordinator asked, more in the horror of no one to lead properly if she didn’t. Besides, she was the vocal leader.


“I don’t know,” she replied; “you have Sister Hannah, who has proven to be better than I am.” She tried to ask for his view indirectly.


“Ha, Sister Blessing, don’t say that; Sister Hannah is a new member and you know this. She couldn’t have been able to do it better like the Pastor wanted and the congregation might not feel the presence of God as you used to bring it down.”


“But, the Pastor already said that anyone on her period may sit with the congregation and not bother to minister.” She teased further.


“See, Blessing,” he removed the religious formality, “let this stay between you and I, you are not on your menses. Have you told anyone?”


“No, I haven’t.” She answered him, giving him the perfect answer. She giggled inaudibly and bit her lower lip.


“Good, I will try and stall the worship till you come back. How long will it…”
“Ten minutes,” she cuts in excitedly. She was sure the Church couldn’t do without her.


“Are you sure? Because your house is rather far and…”


“I will take the bike,” she explained better, since ten minutes was rather too small a time frame, if the distance from her house to the Church ever mattered. But only Blessing knew she wasn’t even at her own apartment.


“Thank you. Please don’t disappoint us, Sister Blessing,” the Coordinator begged.


“I won’t disappoint Sir,” she said and disconnected.


She dropped the phone and plunged herself into a resounding laughter. The truth was that, she has been feeling threatened by the presence of Hannah, the new girl who just got promoted to the senior choir. And she feared that Hannah already got the attention of the Choir Coordinator who always urged her to practice more, so that she could fill the void Sister Blessing might create in the future. This didn’t go down well with Sister blessing who wasn’t even ready to step aside; not when she hasn’t reached her goal.


“So, you are going back to Church?” Emeka asked.


“The Church needs me. The Coordinator just called me now. She wants me back in the Church.” She replied while putting on her skirt.


“But, I need you more.” Emeka responded, he stood up and caressed her as he held her close to himself. She shrugged him off.


“We will see later.” She started to wear her pink Choir uniform. “I am not supposed to be here in the first place. I just wanted to see their reaction if I skipped the worship session.”


Emeka, a cultist, who didn’t care about her commitment to Church, wasn’t ready to let go without a fight. “You are going to leave me after just two rounds of sex?” He asked as if two rounds were a joke.


Blessing flashed him a contentious look and hissed. She finished dressing and said goodbye. Emeka wouldn’t let her go until she agreed to a French kiss. She obliged. Minutes later, she was on the bike to the church, even though Emeka’s house was a trek-able distance to Church. She landed right into the hands of the worried Coordinator who hurried her through the back door.


She appeared just like that on the altar- she was right on the time. The rest was history as she took the stage by storm in her usual way. Angels came down and the glory of God was all over the congregation. People danced and rejoiced, and the Pastor kept giving her a thumbs-up as the praise and worship went up to the stars.




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That was last week; this morning, she hummed rock of ages to herself as she prepared for the Sunday morning rehearsal. It is a usual tradition in her church- every choir must be at the morning rehearsals by seven in the morning. As she grabbed her bible as the final part of her readiness, Emeka came in naked; he had rushed to the toilet after the last round of their usual sexual escapade.


“Are you dressed already?” He asked as if he didn’t see she was dressed already. He sat on her bed, wearing a disappointed look.


“Yes, Emeka; I want to be in Church before the morning rehearsals. I have something I need to discuss with the Coordinator.” She replied as she prepared to leave.


“This is not acceptable,” Emeka muttered. Blessing didn’t bother to reply; she already knew where he was heading.  “Why do you always confine me to just two rounds of the sex?”


She didn’t bother to reply him. She grabbed her bible and announced her exit. Emeka shook his head at her silence, took his trousers from the floor where he had thrown it, dipped his hands in its pocket and gave her the transport fare.  “I will wait till you’re back,” he said.


“You can’t wait; not here, not in my apartment!” She fired back, firmly.


“Is this because of the house fellowship?” Emeka asked.


“Yes, because of that; and because I couldn’t afford to be mentioned as part of the workers of Christ who allows a man to sleep over at her place or who sleeps over in a man’s place.”


“But, you are my girlfriend.” He snickered.


“That is even worse. Leave my key where I usually put it, and leave on time. I am the next host for the house fellowship, and I don’t want any problem. I am Sister Blessing, the perfect example to the younger ones; okay?”


Emeka starred at her in disbelief. “If you are the only Christian alive, and a perfect example of one, then I will rather be a pagan.”


“Good for you.” She answered without any worry. “It doesn’t really appear you are different to a pagan. Please, don’t let me meet you here.” She reiterated her instruction.


“So,” Emeka fluttered, “are you coming back after the rehearsal?”


Blessing looked at him, lost for words.
“I mean, just like last week. Last week was…”


“No!” She shouted him down. “I am not coming back. I thought I told you last week why I left. Please, don’t forget…”
“To close the door and leave- I get it.” Sullen Emeka interjected.


“Good.” She slammed the door after herself and went her way.


Emeka shook his head and prepared to leave. He scoffed at Sister Blessing’s statement as it crossed his mind again;
“Perfect Christian indeed.” He muttered with a frown.


A thought came to his mind and he was too quick to reject it.


“God forbid,” he said, snapping his fingers in quick backward movements above his head. Nobody knew what the thought was, but maybe the thought was a question that asked,


“What you will do if God says that Blessing is your divine wife?”


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