FOUR
WOUNDED
September 16th . Salvation Church, Palm Ville, Aja, Lagos Nigeria.
Chichi looked at the side view mirror, there was Bisola at the passenger seat, looking as saintly as possible. She now wore no makeup, her scarf even covered her ears, while her sleeves were unusually long and one couldnt even see her shoes properly, because her skirt kept them hidden. It looked like she was humming Blessed Assurance. For the first time in a long time, she started thinking Bisola was evil. She felt used. Why could Bisola turn out to be this evil, despite all the love she had showered on her? Why would Bisola dare do this to her? She muttered under her breath,
Ive been a fool.
Chichi turned off the engine. She had decided to attend todays weekly service, since she had foolishly missed last weeks own. Surprisingly, Bisola with her new giant bible said she was interested in increasing her spiritual growth and she had to follow her. Chichi had kept an unneeded carrier bag beside her, it contained fragile equipment and she did that because she didnt want Bisola to sit near her. Chichi was coming to the conclusion, that Bisola was a devil.
The church service came to an end. Chichi discovered that she was lost throughout the service, she couldnt just help but stare at spiritual Bisola who was standing beside her, waving her hands in the air and on her knees when the worship was going on. Chichi didnt even dance to the praise worship as usual, nor did she take notes during the sermon. She just felt completely absent. She was thinking of how to get rid of Bisola and let her husband know the truth. Chichi sat on a chair and was still wearing that perplexed look on her face when Bisola tapped her. It was obvious that the service was over.
Dear, when are we leaving?
Chichi didnt even look at her face.
Sorry. I didnt let you know earlier, Im going to see the Pastor
Really, Bisola smiled. Ill like to see him too. I need to work out my salvation-.
No, Chichi said forcing out the fakest smile she could ever think of. Its alright, you can go. Remember we didnt have breakfast.
Really, Bisola said a little puzzled. She moved to go. Chichi sighed and looked her way,
Love you, miss you.
Bisola walked out. Still wondering what was going on in Chichis mind, she couldnt help asking herself;
Whats wrong with that dirty b***h?
Chichi was at the Pastors office now. It was a quite amazing that she didnt meet a crowd very before the door as usual-may be God planned this visit. When she remembered how many times she had ignored the Holy Spirit, she felt like crying. It now dawned on her she was a disobedient child.
Lord Im so sorry.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she knocked, she tried to wipe them off but it was too late, the pastor opened the door and saw her.
Oh! Chichi, how are you doing?
Chichi smiled, she always felt relieved when she saw the pastor. He was a very cheerful man. At forty three, he had a very young looking face, he was polite and brainy .He let her sit and didnt even let her speak,
Dear, hows your husband, Joseph? I saw him on TV last week. He smiled. Now on his seat, he fondled his ball point pen. Hes such a great man. God really is using him, mmmh -and Ive never missed your concerts, I have all your medleys at home, and they are so inspiring. Wow! You are such a wonderful couple.
These words made Chichi feel even worse-maybe Bisola was even here to destroy her marriage- why did she allow all that? Tears ran down her cheeks. Pastor Moses looked concerned,
Chichi is everything alright? I noticed earlier, that something was wrong .Please talk to me-are you having problems with Joseph?
Chichi pursed her lips,
No. I have a devil in my house. Chichi said in hurt, pain and guilt.
David Hills, Aja, Lagos.
Bisola was seated before the desktop, sipping a sugar-filled soft drink. She sighed and continued viewing her electronic mails, smiling, as she went through them.
Nice spells. This is lovely.
Then she paused, and went to the NWO website; a very popular SOCIAL MEDIA platform. Bisola went to her NWO profile and sighed again. I love this website. This is where I get to see Jake every single day. She knew he would always be online and sent him a text.
Bad boy, Ive gotten it, but Ive got some headache, bitchs not going down the way shes supposed to.
In a second, she saw a reply. He was an NWO addict.
Bitch, sup?
She smiled. She knew she would find an answer to this new turn out.
My role models are Cassandra Jones and Jake Weaver.
She chuckled and felt lucky to be influenced by such great people.
Bisorlah: N***er, this Chichi girls getting on my nerves. She put on a strange attitude this morning. Shes freaking out.
Mr Celeb: My Muse tells me the b***h has gotten got a revelation. Weve got TO ACT fast, we aint gonna lose such tool-shell bring in lots of money. Shes so cool for the agenda. I saw the pictures you sent; Hour glass figured, beautiful looking and that clip I saw made me knew that this bitchs got vocals. F**k you if you dont get her. This Chichi girl can be SEXY in a jiffy- in the right clothing, in the right hair- do and our makeup artist could take her down right to the point where she would be giving her fans heart attack
Mr Celeb: Bad boy, youre talking too much. We both know she IS SO gullible and you are a SINFUL devil, LOL. Lets even forget her. Joseph is so thick- skinned! You know, all the spells failed. I just dont know what to do.
Mr Celeb: Lets try and manipulate his dream life.
Bisorlah : Are youre sure this would work?
Mr Celeb: I swear this is the highest grade spell. Its reverenced in our church as a terror to humanity. Try and be careful though, coz doing it bad can leave you deaf.
Bisorlah: How scary! All these spells drives me crazy, but I cant do without that them.
Mr Celeb: Yeah, LoL. Get that b***h girl, Ill send you a secret phone text on what to do next about Joseph.
Bisorlah: Love you, N***er.
Mr Celeb: F**k you B***h
Salvation Church, Palm Ville, Aja, Lagos.
Chichi blinked,
and thats what happened.
The pastor nodded, placing a hand to his chin.
You came at the right time.
Chichi pursed her lips,
Pastor, I feel bewitched- I dont know, but that girl has done something to my spiritual life, I dont even know if shes doing witchcraft.
Well, God wants you to know that your marriage to Joseph and your ministry is under attack. It takes a tougher battle to solve that.
WHY? She paused for a while, I-but I dont believe in all those- you know, foundational stuff or much aggressive prayers.
Young lady we have to act fast, your ministry is about to be wiped out.
What? How? Her eyes widened in shock, It doesnt matter who, what matters is your compliance. Are you ready to pray and obey?
Ive got no option.
Then lets begin.
They both held hands. Now on their feet, they were quite serious, binding and losing, damaging and repairing.
Sweet Orchid Hotel, Roseville, London.
Joseph yawned. His doorbell rang. He had wondered who it was, before he glanced at the time. It was 6:00pm; supper time. After stretching, he threw his covers and walked to the door. He was right. The young man offered him a tray, smiling. He nodded and sat to eat. He was about blessing the food, when he heard the Holy Spirit tell him,
Continue your fast.
Joseph paused. He was really surprised. Why was he expected to keep on with this fast? Who knows? It could be his tired brain, creating all this confusion. He thought it was a two-day dry fast. He had refused the catering services of this hotel for two days-ALL for this cause-he was so starved, yet he was expected to continue his fast. Why? He heard a louder voice now, similar to his manly voice;
Did the service not go as expected today? Are you sure its the Holy Spirit or your imagination? Come on! You just woke up from a deep sleep. You cant tell, your brains probably hearing strange noises.
Joseph nodded. He heard the voice again;
Joseph, continue your fast
He was about rethinking, when the battle of his mind continued, this time the voice felt more reasonable;
Remember, youre going back in three days time. Do you want to meet your darling wife, fasting? Remember, shell be expecting you to come well packaged, You won go there like dry fish, think, man! Chop bele full. Its all about wisdom! God is not an author of Confusion. All things will come to pass.
Joseph already convinced, heard the voice the third time,
Joseph, continue your fast! Pray for your wife and your marriage.
This time, the aroma of the spicy, fried rice and grilled chicken, caught him unawares. He was starved. Joseph Adams sighed and satisfied his appetite. When he was done, he drank the cold bottled water .Then he coughed. Joseph was about retiring to his bed, when he felt the need to have a taste of honey, after his meal. He leaned forward to the cupboard and reached for the honey jar, but just beside the jar, he noticed something strange had happened. His underwear was missing. Joseph knew clearly well that he hadnt used it. In fact, it was a gift from Chichi on their recent anniversary. How could it be missing? He hadnt even opened his drawer after Chichi left for Nigeria. He frowned, but no one had entered this room after Chichi left, no one except-MARTHA!
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