As Hosea, this was not just a lady of the streets but a
connoisseur of the amorous advances of men, she plied me with tales of brushes
of would be ‘rapists’ – Bede, an
armorer for the black axe but he provided entrance through the back gates of
the ivory towers where she mingled as a student and plied her craft as an
artisan – a weekend call girl. From a home so shrouded with mystery, gaining
access was like literally encountering cobwebs such as one encounters entering
an attic or the cellar of a house on the hills. Professing a form of godliness,
she counted herself as a cell leader of the clan ruled by the jerry curled ones
and on her list was Osondu and Emeka,
erstwhile leaders too whose houses she was summoned to satiate their needs as
and when due. Driven by anguish and
desperation, an ultimatum was served by the matriarch ‘get engaged with one
that year of 2005 or…..’. Azu sought
after her with such passion that one would feel for him, but like others she
strung him along and flitted in and out of his clutches almost driving him
insane.
The street boys were not below her either, Paul the fisherman, illiterate but free
with the funds that she so craved. The banking halls of Zenith and other banks were for you to display your wares. “I
don’t do relationship” was her admission but I pressed on with the tenacity of
one burdened with a task to conquer and in answer to that subtly asked question
by His Spirit. “I am a free spirit” was another admission and the matriarch who
like the feral mysterious predator with the vision of the prey in sight,
hastily chastised her. She definitely
would not let this one out of her grasp and she subtly applied the screws to a
wayward Ada. Like the proverbial mbe (tortoise) she set in motion the
wheels in the background for it was pertinent that yet again she needed to
foist off this liability as quickly as possible before such grief would befall
her shrouded empire. A patriarch who bellowed like an empty drum, he was hers
to command and was already being tooled by his partner.
The bells chimed and the wheat were pressed to task as
they watched with amusement who the unwitting one was, a fraud of such
gargantuan proportions that the priestess’ sister was so bothered that she
called a night to the big event “Do you really think you know my sister? She is
an artful dodger!” What an understatement indeed for all of her siblings were
already in her clutches and she manipulated them as she deemed fit but an
effort she did make in all fairness and Star
Asana I applaud you. But truly the
ways of God are like foolishness in the eyes of the unbelieving and seeking to
explain them would cause much weariness of the bones for understanding and
conviction must emanate from the heart. “See
who is getting married o?” Aunty Chi exclaimed
as I went to fulfill all courtesies but already I knew that the secret to the
ordination of the priestess would begin to be unraveled from the secondary
place of upbringing.
The journey began, on a very rocky note as she insisted
on being ‘disvirgined’ that matrimonial night lest the fabricated hymen lose
its potency. That was indeed my first
hearing of Postinor2, a tool of her
trade that she could even prescribe it better than certified pharmacists! I believed
God for the best confident that He would not let me go having brought me this
far. My first act of impropriety was on account of her because of my self creed
to always improve the other person. A false NYSC discharge was procured to
match her already fraudulent credentials – including an EFE list of results that would make an ‘Efe’ cringe in shame, an
SSCE and GCE result that could not provide a basic 4 credits but for a
priestess, ‘you use what you have to get what you want’ was but one of her philosophies.
My first task was to replace her already worn amulet which got lost on account
of my declaration and which should have provided an avenue for conversion but
alas, giving is always better than receiving. James spoke so vehemently against it because he already saw through
you but even him could not understand the ways of the Lord. For the just shall live by faith and truly
trust Him to always see one through.
CJ facilitated
her obtaining all her false certificates, for services received in advance, that
come with the exit from a tertiary place of study so armed she was but not
before delivering on the mandate from her guardians “give us a grandchild, you
are the Ada so as to pave the way for
the others to follow”. A charming gift
of virtue and righteousness the Sovereign One sent to aid my tenuous walk and
to ensure I lose not faith in the beauty of His Creation; Eve. Brash and
uncouth, I tutored her for her first job interview and the favor of God went
along and opened that door which as usual became her highway of filth. In
Oghara, away from seclusion, she despised the pride of motherhood and became an
object of derision to the decent colleagues but to Prince & Bertyl, a match made in hell – swapping porn movies
and guffawing to ribald jokes and uncensored chats. The work place became the
perfect cover for atrocities that made Ada
and Mrs Eju cringe in disbelief, for these were wise women who knew the
value of family. Like the priestess she was, every act of correction was seen
as an affront and dealt as such. Ridiculing them at every instance and
magnifying their weaknesses.
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