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-Im just thinking- why did he-he nearly killed me- I just dont understand.
Bisola had been in Chichis 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, Im counting on you to be spiritually and morally serious.
Bisola swallowed, Fine. III do that. You know, maybe Im just loving the wrong person and getting troubled unnecessarily. Maybe you are right. Ive slept with a hundred men, maybe thats why I feel so fragmented- you know, inside of me. Maybe thats why I am so empty. I dont know, all these might be eating me up spiritually. She dropped her cutleries in frustration. but I cant be you, Chichi! You know, youre the perfect one. Youre married to the man of your dreams, a wonderful, fulfilled man like Joseph. You are never lonely, youre so talented in your ministry, and youre 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 cant 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 youre 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 Jezys 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 Im crazy about you. or its not, Ive 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. Dont 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? Im 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 its not sex these days, it barely sells. To all inferior brats, be a bad chick like me. She pouted. You know, sometimes, youve 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 thats how we pay our bills. I dont really care if its moral or not, my fans dont complain and they buy every CD. That is my lifestyle. You know, its 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 thats 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-its time to tell the whole world that not all girls would end up marrying fine - looking pastors. When its 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], Im 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. Its an IRS designer collection and well get each dress at four million dollars, each. Its a lot, but its worth it. I hope you all aware that after this, Im 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. Its all about doing something different, to help your intellectual and spiritual growth and Ill 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 doesnt really matter what we do. I still have numerous relationships not bound by marriage, but it doesnt mean Ill 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, weve got thousands-millions of religions and they are all ways to heaven, dont mind John 14:16 that says Jesus is the way and the truth and the life, thats 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; Hes 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 -theyre just lies. Lastly, Christianity is by faith, so you dont 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 Bisolas 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 didnt want to become the Born- again type. Cassandra said she had seen Jesus several times, but she wasnt like Chichi, so Chichi could be wrong. While Bisola was thinking of this, she didnt realise when she fell into a deep sleep.
Sweet Orchid Hotel, Roseville, London.
Joseph unbuttoned his shirt and sighed. Todays service was eventful. In fact, he had never felt so taken over by the Holy Spirit. There were miracles and the hand of Lord was upon many lives. The praise worship made him so moved that for the first time, he really danced at the altar. The thought of praise worship made him remember Chichi-he just hoped she was safe, he had tried her number repeatedly, but it was still switched off. He should have allowed her to stay with him and not sent her to back Nigeria; how foolish he felt! He got on his knees and prayed for her and also Bisolas salvation. He felt he needed to take a shower, so he began to undress. He was barely clad and only in a towel, when the doorbell rang. He wondered who the person was. No one knew he was in this hotel aside Chichi - it certainly could not be the hotel attendant downstairs, he just talked to her now. Out of curiosity, he walked to the door. Only when he had unlocked the door, did he remember that he was in a towel. A lady was standing at the doorway; she was his nice mannered PA. Joseph wondered why she was dressing in an overly casual, camisole-like dress today.
Martha, he said smiling. How are you doing?
She smiled back, batting her lashes. Im fine sir. Can I come in?
He wanted to make her wait so he could put on some clothes, but since he didnt feel like wasting time, he opened the door. She took in a deep breath,
I just wanted to let you know that all the files ready and say hi to you also.
It was a quite unusual of her, but he was impressed.
Thank you so much, you really are God sent.
Sorry. I didnt call you before I came. Actually, my battery was flat. Is my apology accepted?
He nodded. This lady was so nice. Then he felt a check in his spirit. He ignored it.
Can I offer you something? Dont mind my manners, take a sit. She sat. It was then he discovered her gown was unusually short.
Coffee will do.
He was glad. He just made coffee some hours ago. He went into the kitchen to heat it. When was back with a cup of coffee, he found her looking at the mirror and arranging her hair. He handed the coffee to her and sat on the bed. She thanked him. Josephs mind wandered again to what happened at the glorious service. It was so miraculous, he couldnt even explain it. He was about to ask Martha why she wasnt present, when he noticed she had been staring at his chest for some time now. He coughed. She drew closer. Then he stood up and walked close to the cupboard. He didnt even know what he searching for- he was trying to do something to keep himself under control. He looked back, only to see Martha Obi had pulled off her dress and was standing before him, naked. He was about to move back, when he heard a voice in his head;
But shes so beautiful.
Actually, Joseph hadnt noticed this since her four years of faithful service as his personal assistant. However, on this fateful day, he realised Martha Obi was extremely beautiful. He smote his head and looked away, muttering; Jesus help me. She moved close enough now and placed her palms on his chest.
Stop, he said calmly, trying to move back, until his back was against the wall. She reached for his towel.
Stop this Martha!He got angry. just stop! What are you trying to do? She feigned tears now.
I love you Joseph. Ive always loved you, dont you think-
Look, he started; raising his voice, I AM MARRIED, I CANT DO THIS! She paid deaf ears to him and began unloosening his towel. He pushed her to the bed.
She rubbed her hair. Joseph had never seen such Jezebellic eyes in his entire life. He certainly had to do something. He was just confused. He kept on muttering; Jesus help me.
Martha started sobbing harder.
Dont you love me? Dont you feel the same way?
Things were getting out of hand, Joseph had to do something. She ran towards him and succeeded in grabbing off his towel. His towel was in her hands now. She moved close to the window and threw it down the tall building. She moved towards him seductively and said in a soft tone,
Make love to me Joseph; youre the finest man in the world. Forget about Chichi. I love you, I need you. Please baby, Ive waited for this for a very long time now. Show me how manly you are.
This temptation was so terrible; Joseph could not control himself anymore. He was becoming passive by the minute. This was really a demonic spirit in human form. As she took each step forward, he became weaker and weaker. In confusion, he knelt down.
Martha, please dont do this to me. Youll destroy my ministry, youll ruin my image, youll-
Ssshh, I love you. Thats more important. She moved so close to him and was now breathing heavily on him. He couldnt even push her off; he was just like a shadow. He didnt know why, but he had no strength in him. He never thought he could be so weak. She moved to kiss him and it was then, he knew he had to act fast; in a second or two, he would be in bed with Martha. Not thinking of any possible solution, Joseph ran out of his hotel room, naked.
