CHAPTER THREE
THE BAIT
September 10th. David Hills, Aja, Lagos.
Chichi always felt uncomfortable when Bisola ‘put up’ that gloomy look. They were in the dining room now, eating boiled potato, fish sauce and lemonade. Bisola was ‘picking’ at her food and looking terribly sad. Chichi blinked,
“Come on, Bisola. Why do you keep hurting yourself?” Bisola looked up,
“I love Fred-I’m just thinking- why did he-he nearly killed me- I just don’t understand.’’
Bisola had been in Chichi’s house for the past seven days now, since the incident. Chichi looked at her sternly,
“Fred should be with another woman now, having fun, while you soak yourself up in guilt. Until you come to the realisation that you need to act fast, retrieve your apartment, take Fred to the police custody and become a ‘woman’, you will continue to live in this traumatic bondage.’’
Bisola sighed.
“So what do I do?”
“Exactly what I just said, we can call the DPO; he will take of your house and Fred will be taken care of. Bisola start thinking about marriage, not dating. I told you how I met my husband. I still remember how wonderful that night was. Now, I’m counting on you to be spiritually and morally serious.”
Bisola swallowed, “Fine. I’II do that. You know, maybe I’m just loving the wrong person and getting troubled unnecessarily. Maybe you are right. I’ve slept with a hundred men, maybe that’s why I feel so fragmented- you know, inside of me. Maybe that’s why I am so empty. I don’t know, all these might be eating me up spiritually.’’ She dropped her cutleries in frustration. ‘‘…but I can’t be you, Chichi! You know, you’re the perfect one. You’re married to the man of your dreams, a wonderful, fulfilled man like Joseph. You are never lonely, you’re so talented in your ministry, and you’re close to God and –you will definitely be with God forever. Maybe, some people are just meant to be favoured...” she burst into tears, “...cause I can’t be all these. I am doomed.”
Chichi took hold of her hands affectionately on the dining table.
“Bisola, God loves all of us. He wants the best for us. His thoughts for us are of good and not of evil, to give us an expected end.” Chichi sighed, “Do you remember what I told you, that night on the couch?”She pursed her lips. ‘‘…tell me when you’re ready.’’
While Bisola was still eating, Chichi took her last bite and emptied her fresh, honey –sweetened, lemonade in a gulp. She patted Bisola and went to her room. There, she knelt and prayed for Bisola and stepped into the bathroom for a shower.
Bisola was now in the sitting room, on the couch before the TV. She just needed something to make herself happy. She searched through the TV stations, but she was not really satisfied- all she saw were too moral and ‘Christian’, for the usual viewer- except the national TV, which was showing Jezy’s new music video; ‘Sex magic’ and since she wanted to be ‘a little’ moral these days, she switched off the TV and lay on the couch, in deep thoughts
Bisola knew there was nothing stopping her from giving her life totally to Christ. It was a sensible thing to do at the moment, but each time she remembered her idol, Cassandra Jones, and her statement in an interview, it made her ‘rethink’ the whole thing and feel Cassandra Jones was right. She remembered the interview clearly well:
An African male journalist asked;
“Why do you rarely adopt moral- or let me say inspiring ‘themes’ in your music. Y’ know, sincerely, all we hear these days are really ‘unlike’ some decades ago. Y’ know, if is not ‘Baby I’m crazy about you.’ or its not, ‘I’ve got fat cash.’ It has to be a ‘sex-all night’ thing; all encouraging our vibrant youths to live by these concepts. I might be coming down too harsh, but a recent analysis show that the rate of morality in this generation, has gone back by more than sixty percent, compared to some centuries ago. Don’t you think that some types of music, movies, games and the entire media, have a part to play- and even though you did a duet with Jezy Peters in ‘Bethlehem’- ‘a kind of” Christian song, you were at every scene in sexy clothes and you were doing all kinds of raunchy dance moves. The next song after that had you topless-so what do you have to say? I’m speaking the mind of the concerned public.’’
She looked quite embarrassed, but she smiled anyway. Cassandra shook her hair and proudly revealed the dragon-like tattoo on her neck. She looked in her pink gown; bold, defiant and sexy as usual.
“Well f**k all those haters, I hate them all. I love my fans and they love me the way I am and if it’s not sex these days, it barely sells. To all inferior brats, be a bad chick like me.’’ She pouted. “You know, sometimes, you’ve got to think about the money- I mean always-money is the lead- I mean, we celebrities live in the luxurious side of the planet, so that’s how we pay our bills. I don’t really care if it’s moral or not, my fans don’t complain and they buy every CD. That is my lifestyle. You know, it’s not easy to be an important, responsible role model to thirty million, vulnerable people. I had a fan who sold all her clothes to buy my albums, from 2000 till date. Now that’s impact! If one is willing to take any risk for a high rated idol, it shows that idol is a good role model. Being an able mother of one, I take my daughter along every day, to train her in the right way; I take her to my video shootings, the studio, all night spots, the bars at Miami, and especially my nude shots-it’s time to tell the whole world that not all girls would end up marrying fine - looking pastors. When it’s time to strip nude, you do it for entertainment. It is worth it! You became a great role model and an honourable, sex pawn”. She laughed. “Now, to all my beasts [her fans], I’m going to make up artistry very soon, so I can generate more money to do the Red Dress Challenge,’’ she smiled. “...you know what it is about, yea. We all are going to get the same hot dresses; Jezy Peters, Chelsea Walker, Lucy Diamonds and all of your sexy idols. It’s an IRS designer collection and we’ll get each dress at four million dollars, each. It’s a lot, but it’s worth it. I hope you all aware that after this, I’m holding a cross dressing night party at Miami Beach. So I can meet with all my fans- you know the dress code-men, dress like women and women, dress like men. It’s all about doing something different, to help your intellectual and spiritual growth and I’ll like to say something very important,’’ she pursed her red coloured lips and turned directly to the camera,
“…This is coming from the entertainment world, there is no one born again huh? Jesus died for all us and yeah, it doesn’t really matter what we do. I still have numerous relationships not bound by marriage, but it doesn’t mean I’ll end up in hell. In fact, last night, I dreamt that I was leading praise and worship in heaven. HALLELUJAH!’’
The interviewer was shocked.
“…Well stop acting so religious! You know, we’ve got thousands-millions of religions and they are all ways to heaven, don’t mind John 14:16 that says Jesus is the way and the truth and the life, that’s a typographical error. There are many typographical errors in the bible, even John 3:16 is one of them. Y’ know, Jesus is not the son of God; He’s just the tool of God. We are the sons and daughters and to all people who view us as their greatest idols, dumb the Christian s**t thing and stop reading too much on Monarch Programming online and Mk ultra slavery -they’re just lies. Lastly, Christianity is by faith, so you don’t have to do anything. If anyone tells you to do some weird Christian stuff, tell them to go to hell. Love you all beasts.BYE.’’
Cassandra Jones had been Bisola’s role model since she was age seven. What really made her interested in the diva, was not really her great vocals or her ravishing beauty, it was her level of confidence. She believed in ‘herself’ and Bisola liked that. This was the concrete reason why she didn’t want to become the ‘Born- again’ type. Cassandra said she had seen Jesus several times, but she wasn’t like Chichi, so Chichi could be wrong. Whil
e Bisola was thinking of this, she didn’t realise when she fell into a deep sleep.