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No.2, David Hills, Aja, Lagos.
Madam Roosevelt sat on her cushion and shut the curtains. Then she looked around and made a secret call,
“Hello Bisola.”
The voice behind the receiver replied,
“Yea. What’s up?’’
The fifty three year old woman sighed. She was a neighbour to the ‘Adams’ family. She coughed and looked around again. She looked polite. Her warm tan skin bore a slight’ difference’, in match to her bohemian curls. She adjusted her spectacles and spoke in a low tone,
‘‘They are both at home now. They are chilling in their flat.’’
‘‘Get prepared. No mess ups! I paid you for this.’’
Madame Roosevelt coughed again.
“Okay ma’am. I’ll do anything for money.”
No. 4, David Hills, Aja, Lagos.
Chichi was lying down on the sofa and reading a gospel magazine. Then she saw an article with the heading;
The Most Influential Gospel Singers in the World.
She started going through their names and was blessing God for using these great people for His will and glory. To her, these people were not just motivated to SING, they were genuine ambassadors of Christ. She knew that ONLY true love for Christ could make one do his will. GOSPEL music was different from the rest because it had what ‘others’ didn’t have; life. Chichi understood that SONGS had a great influence on humans. A recent study made her know that a simple song could go as far as influencing a person’s behavioural pattern; mood and lifestyle. A song could trigger happiness or disdain, joy or suicide, love or murder. FROM NOW ON, Chichi knew she had to spread the message to a lot of people who were ignorant. She was about closing the book, when she saw her name as the 10th. It shocked her. She was about reading this, when her phone buzzed. She saw it was Bisola and she silenced the call. She sighed, trying to view the written profile. Her phone rang out again; in hesitation, she received the call.
“Hello.’’ Chichi said in a stern voice.
“Hello I’ve missed you so much.” Bisola sounded as if she was crying, “I’ve to tell you something and it’s about your husband, what he did to-”
“Look, Bisola you know what? You’ve been a liar, a cheat and a hypocrite. Look, you’re a witch-”
“Please t…..r….y. and ……understood me,’’ She said, sobbing louder ‘‘I wouldn’t have called at all, I wouldn’t have, but we’ve been friends since childhood. So why should I hide this from you? I wouldn’t let anyone know about this. It’s so terrible that Joseph could do this.”
“Look,’’ Chichi warned. “…do not call this number again!”
“Please before you hang up, think about this if-what do I stand to gain Chichi? How can I lie against your husband? God knows I can’t do such! Your husband loves you with all his heart- but it’s just for your own good. So you’ll pray for him to overcome this test.”
Chichi sighed.
“Look Bisola, you know what? I’ll come, but be rest assured that this is the last time we would ever know each other as friends. Either this story is true or not, I’ll cut myself from you.’’ The line went dead.
Chichi dropped the magazine. She loved her husband so much. If he was in a mess, then it was her responsibility to fix it up. She thought of letting her husband know, but he was sleeping in the bedroom. She also had to be careful, so he won’t ‘suspect’ anything .The whole thing was becoming unbearable and her marriage was at stake. She grabbed her car keys and left the house, in such haste, that she forgot to pray.
No.6, Donald Trump estate, Lekki Peninsula, Lagos.
Martha was sitting next to Bisola and she was weeping seriously. Bisola looked hurt and offended. Chichi walked in and dropped her bag. She sat and eyed Bisola suspiciously,
“What is the problem?”
Bisola bit her lip and took a defiant look at Martha.
“This witch has been sleeping with your husband for years now.” Martha continued sobbing louder.
Chichi froze. She shook her head,
“This can’t be true. You know, you’re just making this up.” There was silence now and strong emotions could be noticed from Martha’s crying to Bisola’s aggressive frown and Chichi’s chest was ‘pumping’ in shock.
“No,” said Martha breaking the silence, “…we’ve been having an affair for a couple of years, before he married you. We had to stop for a while because of his Ten days fast. Then he met and married you and forgot about the whole thing, but I seduced him.” She looked at Chichi’s face, “…That was the reason he urged you to go back home. We planned many nights for hot baths and dirty sex”.
Bisola hissed. “My spirit told me,’’ She wiped her tears with a handkerchief.’’ I had a terrible dream –I saw Martha tearing your home apart- that’s the reason why I left for the deliverance. However, while I was at the deliverance ground, God charged me to fetch her out. Is this who you would call a friend -a wicked witch who seduced your own husband? This good girl is a hypocrite. I saw her ‘miraculously’ in a mall and stopped her. Bisola grabbed Martha’s bag, drawing out Joseph’s underwear.
“Look at what this witch,’’ she gave Martha a jab ‘‘…was walking around with- your husband’s used boxer! I don’t even know if she has deposited his sperm in the marine bank, voodoo! You are a witch!”
Martha knelt and went close to Chichi, who was flabbergasted. Chichi kept asking herself,
How did she get that?
No one knew about this ‘gift’. Confused about the whole thing, Chichi grabbed her purse and walked out, ignoring Bisola’s call.