DECEPTION
September 18th . Murtala Mohammed Airport, Lagos, Nigeria.
The Buzzer was fairly loud;
Flight 302 has just landed! Flight 302 has just landed! Chichi couldnt help scanning the crowd carefully. Looking as beautiful as ever, Chichi stood still, clutching her bag. She was in a gaudy-looking Ankara gown. Her full virgin hair hung low on her shoulders, she sighed-and there he was. Joseph was at a close range now. He sighted her first. She smiled and he smiled back. He was wearing a chequered shirt, and well ironed, dark blue trousers. He shook her.
I missed you.
She spread her arms for a hug and the couples sealed by marriage, hugged affectionately. He sniffed, I love your cologne.
She was delighted.
Its made of organic, sweet smelling flowers. They walked to Chichis car now. The saloon car made a reverse now and headed for the express road. Joseph watched his wife drive, in an amusing way. Chichi shook her head.
Come on, stop that.
He bit his lip, what? He asked smiling.
Sweetie, I am not so good at driving yet.
Chichi laughed. You win my heart, every time! She batted her lashes gave him a feminine look. Then she whispered, Smart guy.
Soon they were at home. The road was as free as breeze. Chichi turned off the engine, after opening the boot with her automatic button. Joseph started off loading his baggage now. She leaned on him,
Guess what I cooked for my honey?
Joseph paused,
What?
She smiled.
Okra soup and pounded yam, just the way you like it.
He turned to her and kissed her.
Maybe Ill be seeing a lot of surprises today.
Mmh. she pursed her lips. I HAVE A GRAND SURPRISE FOR YOU THIS EVENING.
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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. Whats 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 maam. Ill 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 didnt 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 persons 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 Ive missed you so much. Bisola sounded as if she was crying, Ive to tell you something and its about your husband, what he did to-
Look, Bisola you know what? Youve been a liar, a cheat and a hypocrite. Look, youre a witch-
Please t..r.y. and understood me, She said, sobbing louder I wouldnt have called at all, I wouldnt have, but weve been friends since childhood. So why should I hide this from you? I wouldnt let anyone know about this. Its 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 cant do such! Your husband loves you with all his heart- but its just for your own good. So youll pray for him to overcome this test.
Chichi sighed.
Look Bisola, you know what? Ill 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, Ill 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 wont 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 cant be true. You know, youre just making this up. There was silence now and strong emotions could be noticed from Marthas crying to Bisolas aggressive frown and Chichis chest was pumping in shock.
No, said Martha breaking the silence, weve 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 Chichis 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- thats 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 Marthas bag, drawing out Josephs underwear.
Look at what this witch, she gave Martha a jab was walking around with- your husbands used boxer! I dont 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 Bisolas call.
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