ZUBY77:


Go on.. We are behind you.

u are highly appreciated.

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oludare007:
thanks Sir. I will quote u as soon as it drops.
Need to knw that people actually read this. Encouragement through comments is highly recommended.
Thanks

More strength to ur hands

In other to type

Cus it know Easy

Following You like Okamfor

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More strength to ur hands

In other to type

Cus it know Easy

Following You like Okamfor

thanks for your understanding

Nancywealth:
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thanks, blue queen. Will surely quote u for the next chapter. By Thursday or on Friday.

chai thursday or friday.(mouth opened)walks out from the door ,beep me when it is ready.

oludare007:
thanks for your understanding

It nothing
As long as God is giving u more power nd strength
May God be with u
More of it I can't wait till thursday or Friday

Be like next year for my Eyes

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Both the Coordinator and Blessing sat in separate chairs, waiting for the Pastor to come to his desk. The Pastor has summoned Blessing after the Coordinator reported her to him. No word was shared between them, and the silence between them was so heavy that the air was struggling to move around the cosy office.


Brother Ade, the Choir Coordinator fiddled with his phone, doing nothing in particular, while Blessing was pretended to be reading the bible. After a long wait that seemed will not be over, the Pastor came to his seat and apologized for keeping them waiting; especially to Blessing.


“No problem Sir,” Blessing said with her usual smile, “you are simply doing the work of God, and except one is an agent of the devil who doesn’t want the progress of this ministry,” she took a glance at Brother Ade, and continued, “one should understand why you had to take your time.” She continued her smile.


The Pastor was glad; he blessed her and thanked her, but the Coordinator hissed.


“That is okay, Brother Ade. Please, understand that Sister Blessing is only overreacting as a normal lady should. I am sure she has her reasons. I expect us to settle this as adults.”


“What reasons, Pastor? Why are you indulging this lady?”


“Please, Mr. Coordinator,” Blessing cuts in, “respect is reciprocal; if you address me again as ‘this lady’, I will address you as ‘just a man’.


“You are nothing but a Jezebel?” Brother Ade shouted at her.


“You call me a Jezebel?” She slapped her chest, and her boobs reverberated and juggled like a milkshake.


She stood up, and Brother Ade countered by standing up too. Both of them spat in each other’s face as they rain insults accordingly. All these while, the Pastor kept a steady smile as he segued from one moment of exchange of insult to another. He probably was enjoying the drama.


“Pastor, Pastor,” Brother Ade called out after feeling being overpowered by Blessing, who appeared to be more apt in the game of affront,


“Sir, you sat there and allow this…this…this…”


“This what?” Blessing cut in after he went searching for the right words. “If you dare insult me again, I swear to the living God,” she closed her eyes and pointed to the ceiling, “I will slap you and I will never regret it.”


Immediately she said that, Brother Ade went numb!


“You will slap me?” He asked, rubbing his cheek with his hands as he imagined the effect of the slap that hasn’t come. “Pastor,” he said, “did you hear that?”


The Pastor, who managed to maintain his smile all through the dramatic period only laughed and nodded. “Of course, I heard her. And it will be a shame if you both stop this madness at a time when the drama is about to climax.” He said with all seriousness, his smile has disappeared now.

They both got the message, and they apologized.


“Have your seats,” the Pastor offered, and they both did. “I have asked Sister Hannah to meet us here,” he started, and Blessing squinted in unbelief.


“You asked…?”


“Please, stop,” the Pastor interjected as she tried to talk, “just listen for now. And like you have earlier said, unless you do not want the progress of this ministry, then you may refuse to listen to reasons.”


“Of course,” Brother Ade came in excitedly.
Blessing scoffs and urged the Pastor to continue.


“Thank you,” the Pastor replied. “First, Brother Ade, I want you to understand that your first approach on this matter by reporting to me was very commendable.”


“Thank you, Sir, I just felt that…”


“But,” the Pastor cuts in, raising his finger up as a sign for him to hold on, “you clouded that commendable action with your reaction right here in this office,” he said that, tapping his finger on his table, “and even in my presence.” He pointed his thumb to himself.


“Ha,” he exclaimed.


“Yes,” the Pastor reaffirmed. “You should have kept your calm because I believe Sister Blessing has a reason for all these reactions I will term as being negative.”


Blessing scoffed but remained silent.
“And I believe she has something to say. Is that right?” The Pastor tried to patronize her.


“Of course Sir,” she said, “but now is not the time. When the time comes, when I am sure that all evidence is glaring, I shall talk.”


“What evidence?” Brother Ade shouted. “All you have are insinuations and hearsays. Imagine this agent of the devil accusing me of dating Sister Hannah just because I was assisting her in training her voice!”


“Is that right?” Blessing laughed aloud.


She stood up and pointed right into Brother Ade’s eyes, “You can sit here in front of the man of God and lie? And you have the audacity to call me an agent of the devil while you commit all manners of sexual atrocities with female Church mem….”


“Enough!” Brother Ade slapped away her accusing finger and stood up against her abruptly. “You needed to be expelled from the Choir. In fact, you are suspended!”


“Of course” Blessing laughed dryly, “and your new catch, precious Hannah, will take over; right?”


“Please, relax; both of you,” the Pastor came in. “First, Sister Blessing is going nowhere.”


“I will go. I cannot continue to worship under this evil genius’s full control. I stand for the truth and whoever will take that microphone and worship God must not be an adulterer or a serial sinner.”


“I agree.” The Pastor said.
“Well, I thank God that I don

’t sing. I don’t even…”


“I wasn’t talking about you, devil. I was talking about your precious girl whom you want to hand over the role of a Choir Mistress,” Blessing interjected the Coordinator.


“What?” The Coordinator asked in surprise.


“Hold on there, Sister Blessing and get this straight- there will be no Choir Mistress in this Church, not under my charge.” The Pastor said. “I have made that clear when I upheld the decision to scrape that office and stick with a Coordinator. There will only be a female vocal leader; but as things are at present, this is even becoming unbearable, and I think I will have to call on the Church Elders to investigate this matter.”


“You believed her?” The Coordinator asked, and anticipated a negative response from the Pastor.


“That is not the point, the bible asks us to seek the truth, and that is what we will do. I am even thinking we may have to suspend the whole Choir for now and…”


“Sir, if it comes to that, I will leave!” Blessing cut him short in his words.


“Leave!” The Coordinator shouted, “You bring nothing but chaos already. I even understood you were the reason Sister Ruth was suspended from the Choir so that you can take over.”


“Sorry, who is Sister Ruth?” The Pastor asked.


“Ask her, Sir. Please, ask her. Sister Ruth was her Church-mother whom she was handed over to so she can groom her. That has been the practice in this Church. If there was a Choir member with a potential, they hand such member over to a very good Choir member, preferably a leader, to help train to full potential.


“She was handed over to Sister Ruth who was the vocal leader then, and she sure did a good job on her, judging by how quickly she rose and started taking lead roles. Sister Ruth ensured she,” he emphasized by pointing to Blessing, “had a levelled ground to develop. She took her along to her special vocal training programs and seminars which apparently worked for her. Little did Sister Ruth know she was dining with the devil! When the time of trials came for Sister Ruth, the same person she was helping to grow gave her away.”


“Is that so?” The Pastor asked, turning to Sister Blessing. “Sister Blessing, is that so?”


“She will not answer because I was right” The Coordinator jumped in. “She is selfish and wanted everything. It is now her turn to groom a promising Choir member, and she refused. That is the cause of this whole argument.”


The Pastor raised his hands to stop the Coordinator from ranting further, “We shall come to that,” the Pastor said. “Grooming the next talent for God is the reason we are here, but it seems this is getting more interesting. I want to know how Sister Blessing became a hindrance to Sister Ruth’s ascent.”


“She will not talk Sir; she is probably ashamed of…”


“I am not ashamed of what I did, and I am always happy for doing it. I did it not for men or Glory but for God because. Like I said, I cannot accept a serial sinner to hold the microphone and lead the session of praise and worship for my God.” She finished silently. “And if that makes me a devil, so be it.”


The Coordinator laughed. “Pastor, you don’t even have to…”


“Brother Ade,” the Pastor interjected him again, “Please, stop! Allow me listen to Sister Blessing for once.”


“I’m sorry Sir,” he said. “Please talk and let’s see how you will justify such payment of such good with evil.” He mocked Sister Blessing.


“Sir,” Blessing started, I think it is getting clearer now. You,” she pointed to the Coordinator, “are very close with Sister Ruth when I was her church-daughter."


“So,” the Coordinator laughed mockingly with open palms, “are you insinuating that I was dating her too?”


“Of course not,” she replied.


“That a surprise then.” He laughed dryly and enjoyed his little tide of victory. “I thought all you do is lie.”


“But seeing her get suspended due to my part has been the reason you haven’t been okay with me all these while.”


“Who said that? Why wasn’t I okay with you? I was your vocal trainer for months before you decided not to go on with it. You can’t claim I disliked or hated you; I only ask you to help Sister Hannah just as Sister Ruth, whom you later stabbed in the back, helped you. Or, can we safely conclude you are just scared of Hannah becoming a nemesis?”


“Please, what is the meaning of all these?” The Pastor asked in annoyance because he was getting more confused. “What did you do to Sister Ruth?” He asked Blessing who, in all ways was only pretending to be silent, inside of her, she was enjoying it all. The plan, her plan, was coming to fruition.


She ousted Sister Joy; she ousted Ruth, all to be the only vocal leader. And now, the plan to remove a potential threat, who has been receiving the support of the most powerful man in the Choir, the Coordinator, is already coming to fruition. In fact, just like she told Sister Mary yesterday night, it seems her way to being the Choir Mistress is not far anymore, because as things are presently, both the Coordinator and Hannah, are going down together.





END OF CHAPTER 4

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When the Pastor asked her to tell him her part in the Sister Ruth’s scandal, she remained silent and used the little time to reminisce about how it all happened.



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Removing Sister Ruth was just too easy; the case of Sister Joy was more tasking. The plan to remove Sister Ruth came to her without much effort. While she was thinking of how to go about it without getting indicted by the process, the process came knocking without hassle. No doubt, Sister Ruth was very good to her, taking her as a Sister and treating her with respect despite the vastness in age difference. But she wasn’t ready for mercy; she was ready to take over.



Sister Ruth was way older and more experienced in singing and she could even compose songs. She also helped pay many of Blessing’s seminars fees whenever there was an important seminar pertaining to a singing career. But maybe, unfortunately for Sister Ruth, she was not a lesbian like Sister Mary. Maybe if she were, Blessing would have considered soaring together with her. But since the only interest that aligned them was the singing aspect, she felt no real attachment to her since she can always develop that on her own; though it might take a longer time than the shorter while it took with Sister Ruth’s selfless effort over her.



They were not living together; it wouldn’t have made sense if they were since to Blessing, no sexual interaction would have been a waste of space and time with another female. But it wasn’t long before she found out that Sister Ruth was straight in terms of sexual interest. Emeka, then, was nothing to Blessing except a boyfriend to Sister Ruth- her church-mother.
Emeka was an exceptionally handsome guy who loved to stare too much at Blessing, and it didn’t take long for Blessing to note his interest in her. He rarely talks whenever he was with Sister Ruth, but he didn’t disappoint by always staring at Blessing whenever an opportunity arises. She didn’t really like it, being a lesbian; especially when she wasn’t ready to consider bisexualism.


So, a day came by when she went over to Sister Ruth’s for the usual evening vocal lesson. She always went to Sister Ruth’s residence if they didn’t go to Brother Ade’s music school for training. Brother Ade was just an influential Church member because of his music school, and that landed him the office of the Choir Coordinator. This was why most of the vocal practices were done in his school.


But that evil day, Sister Ruth asked to meet at her place, but she wasn’t there. So, Blessing called and Sister Ruth said she should wait up. While waiting, Emeka came along to open the door at the request of Sister Ruth who asked him to come help open the door to her apartment with the spare key with him, so that Blessing won’t be standing outside like a stranded visitor.


“So, you have been waiting for long, right,” Emeka asked while taking a soft drink from the small bedside refrigerator, after he had opened the door to Ruth’s apartment for Blessing.


“Not really,” she replied without any interest.
He came over and handed her a can coke- she declined.


“Wow!” He said, sitting on the bed, preparing to open the can for himself. “You don’t drink coke or you simply don’t want to have anything to do with a stranger?”


“You’re not a stranger,” she replied, leafing through her music notes. She wore a frown, and she hoped he would notice and just shut up. She wasn’t interested in any discussion with him and she wish she could just tell him straight away.


“Well, if it is about me being a stranger, then you might take a drink of your choice from the refrigerator.”


“I have told you, it is not about that.” She raised her voice a little and looked at him sternly, still with the frown sagging over her forehead. “I am not just thirsty.”


“Why didn’t I believe you then?” He pressed further.


“Believe whatever you want,” Blessing snapped at him, “it’s not like I care anyway. Kindly allow me to concentrate on these notes before Sister Ruth comes back.”


“I think you hate me.”


“I don’t hate you.”


“I think you do,” Emeka insisted.


“Why on earth will I hate you? We rarely talk.” She replied, getting angry.


“So, if you don’t hate me, then you dislike me.” He continued, taking a gulp from his can.


“Maybe, hate is a strong choice of word.”
Blessing sighed but remained silent. It is no doubt Emeka was only getting on her nerves, so, it will make sense to just be quiet.


“So, why do you dislike me?” He asked, but Blessing remained silent. Leafing through her notes, but not catching a glimpse from it. “Why don’t you just …”


“I don’t dislike you, okay? I mean, what is the meaning of all these? Why do you even think that I hate or dislike you?”


“Good question,” he said and sat up, “I think you dislike me because you have realized that I like you.”


“Wha..? I beg your pardon?” Blessing closed her notes and sat at the edge of her chair to face him properly. “Are you well?” She asked, meaning to offend him.


“Of course, I am. You know I like you, and I guess you like me too.”


“Now, this is too much, okay? Where did you get all these ideas from?”


“See,” Emeka started, “you like me, it’s glaring, and I like you too. You know that. You don’t have to deny tha…”


“Shut up, Emeka!” Blessing got angry and stood up. “I am not going to sit here and listen to you talk like a fool.” She let out a dry chuckle and continued, “For what is worth, I don’t like you one bit, and I don’t give a penny if you did like me, which is your problem.”


“Listen to me…”


“No, you listen to me, Emeka; let this madness stop and end right here, I can’t even be with you.”


“Why?”


“Why?” Blessing repeated his question in unbelief. “Are seriously asking that question?”


“Of course, but I guess it is because you are very beautiful and has this nice voice and maybe, I am not in the league of…”


“Hey, Emeka, excuse me. Do you know Sister Ruth? Do you know the lady with the best voice in the whole world; dark and pretty?”


“Listen, Blessing…”


“I am talking about your fiancé if you want to pretend you do not understand where I am driving at. She’s got the voice and all that. What else do you want? That line won’t sell.”
She picked her book and announced her exit. Emeka quickly stood up and blocked the door.


“What does this mean?” Blessing asked as Emeka filled the door opening like an inflated airbag.


“Just give me a minute, alright?”


“A minute to do what? Rape me?” She laughed.
“No, no, I can never do that, but just a minute to hear me out. See, I seriously love you, okay? There’s almost no day I didn’t wish you are mine. Ruth might have the voice, but you know she is damn too ugly.”


“You are an idiot! What then do you want with her? Why decided to marry an ugly lady if you know you’ll still be chasing the beautiful ones? Besides, she is beautiful; everyone is.”


“I don’t know or care what Ruth had told you about us, but Ruth and I are only ‘fuckmates’, okay? She likes me, told me so, and was all over my neck until I gave in. I never promised to marry her and she knows that.”


“Jesus Christ, you are even more pathetic than I thought. Please, let me go, now!”


“Please, think about it, okay? I promise to do anything you want. I don’t give a kobo about this…Ruth… or whatever. The moment I saw you, I knew you were just what I have been looking for.”


“Listen, Emeka, I am a child of God, and I don’t indulge in adultery or whatever you and Ruth may have indulged yourself in. I am a virgin and I…”


“What?” Emeka asked, bursting out in laughter as he tried not to. “You can’t sell that line to me, okay? How can a sumptuous, succulent,” he demonstrates with his hands as he carefully pronounced the adjectives, “edible and sexy lady at your age claim to be a virgin? You can’t sell that line, never.” He smacked his lips and continued, “Your lovely lips have definitely tasted the apple, and your thighs have made ways severally for the banana.” He grabbed his crotch and moaned. “Or should I say ‘plantain’? I know you will like the big ones. You don’t have to deny.”


Blessing opened and closed her lips almost immediately, no word came out. She licked her lips and she could swear she is already wet at the mention of plantain. He could have said cucumber. She fantasizes for the first time how different a male’s cucumber might be inside her and she was lost in lust. Before she could realize what has gone wrong, she was kissing Emeka who had taken advantage of her confused state, her hands grabbing the back of his head in ecstasy.


Emeka laid her on the bed and brought out her boobs, he bit her hard nipple in a quick sharp movement, and before she could feel the pain, he covered the nipple with his wet mouth, sucked away the pain and turned it into pleasure. She moaned louder and grabbed him tighter. She wanted it, she wanted him.
Emeka slid his hands between her skirts, and it was easier to find his way into her wet, juicy, slippery hairy triangle with the G-string she was wearing. Like an expert that he was, Emeka scuffled her soft pubic hairs, deliberately brushing his fingers with her clitoris. She wished to collapse in a climax that hasn’t come. She held his hands and guided it inside her wet hole; she pushed up for her hole to swallow it all. This went on for a long time, and they both enjoyed it.



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Sister Ruth quickly paid the transport fare as she hurried down from the taxi that took her home. She was sure Blessing would have been tired of waiting for her. She tried Emeka’s number for the umpteenth time and he still didn’t pick up; the same with Blessing’s. Sister Ruth started to think otherwise, even though she kept saying ‘God forbid’ every time her mind kept saying ‘maybe they were having sex’.
She wasn’t even sure she did what her Boss asked her to do correctly because her mind was about getting home to find out why none of them was picking. She hurriedly crossed the road and rushed to her apartment. The front door was locked, but the door to the kitchen was left opened. So, she sneaked right in and removed her stiletto, tiptoeing towards the bedroom. Her heart beats louder than a sound system and she could swear she could hear it.
She went over to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. She could hear voices and moaning from inside as she pressed her ears on the door. She was right! She clenched her fists and shut her eyes- she wanted to cry. Then, gathering all wits, she banged on the door loudly.


“Open up,” she screamed, half crying. “Emeka, open this door!” She banged with all her strength and cried loudly. Then there was this sound of unlocking the door from the other side, she braced herself for the worst. The door opened to reveal a naked Emeka. She didn’t even say a word; she just wailed and pushed her way in.


“What is the matter with you?” Emeka, who has fallen on his butt as Sister Ruth had pushed him, asked.


Sister Ruth stood transfixed at the sight in the room, her wailings clearly abating.


“What is the matter with you?” Emeka asked again, dusting his butts as he got up.


She sniffed and asked, “Where is Blessing?”


“Blessing? Is that the meaning of all these?”


“No, No, that …that is not… I … em…” She stammered for words.


“So, you thought low of me as to be having sex with your church-daughter or what?”


“No, that is not it. I… I am only asking because I…em...” she started stalling herself; looking around the room, maybe she will find any evidence of someone inside the room while selling her lies.


But Emeka clearly knew what she was doing, so, in a bid to distract her, he went over to the bed and lifted it up, he went to the curtain and slide it sideways, went to the toilet and opened the door for her to see,


“Are you satisfied now?” He asked, feigning annoyance for lack of trust. “Is that why you are crying?”


“No, actually, I…we …I mean, I lost a friend. A colleague at work and we… we were very close.”


“Who?” Emeka asked. “Jenny, Bisi, Lola?”


“You don’t really know her,” she sniffed, wiping her eyes. “See, it’s not about you, it was just that I was very close with this person and...” she changed the subject, “why are you even watching pornography on your laptop?” She asked, realizing that was where the voice was coming from.


Emeka shrugged and said, “I was only warming up for your return.”


“Oh, really?” She said and threw him a big hug.
She clung to him so tight that she almost suffocated him. Emeka held her close and stroked her back gently.


“I love you.” He whispered.


“I love you too,” Sister Ruth answered back.
Emeka ensured that Sister Ruth’s back was facing the door opening; the door was already left wide open. Right behind the door emerged the cunning Blessing, who tiptoed gently, picked her note from the chair slowly with her flip flop in her hands. Emeka, who was still holding Sister Ruth so tightly, ensured that her back still faced the doorway. He spoke inaudibly to Blessing as she made her exit,
“I love you.” He ended it with a wink.
Blessing shook her head in pity as she tiptoed away.



END OF CHAPTER 5

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Chapter 6



That day, Blessing got home, sweating like a Christmas goat that just escaped being slaughtered.


“Men are wicked.” She told herself as she removed her shoes by a swing of her legs; the shoes flew to a corner. She opened her fridge and gulped down a bottle of water.


“That was close.” She laughed at herself.


“And that was stupid too.” Sister Mary interjected her from the wardrobe.


Blessing went over to the wardrobe and brought out Sister Mary’s picture. She had accustomed herself to talking with the picture of the dead lady whom she always imagined also talked back to her. As usual, she placed the picture in front of her mirror and started the usual mental drama,


“I know it was stupid, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what came over me.”


“You cheated on me, that is what was stupid,” Sister Mary supposedly said.


“We didn’t have sex. I mean, we could have, but we didn’t. But I’m sorry.”


“Yes, you didn’t because Emeka spotted Ruth alighting from the vehicle just when he was about to take a condom. But, it’s okay, I am dead, anyways.” The picture said.


“Don’t say that. You are alive. I am sorry, please.”


“Okay, I forgive you.”


“Thanks, my love,” Blessing said and kissed the picture.


Just as she was about to put back the picture, her phone rang. It was Emeka. She let it rang out two more times before asking for the permission to pick from Sister Mary. The picture said she could, so she did.


Emeka was full of nonsense, begging her to come to his house because he wouldn’t be able to sleep if they left the business unfinished. After she stood her ground on not visiting him, he asked if he could come to her place- she refused that also. This went on for weeks. Not a day passed without Emeka begging and sending in his naked picture to her phone, hoping to stir a feeling. Sister Ruth has told Blessing that they should be meeting at Brother Ade’s music school and no more at her house. She still feared something may happen between Emeka and her while she was away. That was okay by her; it was better than seeing that gigolo of a boyfriend of hers.


Two months after the incident with her and Emeka, there was a rumour which was almost turning out into physical manifestation about the Pastor contemplating on making Sister Ruth the Choir Mistress! Everyone was happy except Blessing and Sister Mary. So, at home, they discussed the way out.


“You need to act fast,” Sister Mary said.


“I know, but I don’t know what to do?”


There was silence between them, as both the living and the dead mull over a solution. It was the dead that first got an idea,


“You once said that Emeka said he will do anything to have you, right?”


“Yes,” Blessing replied. “What about that?” She asked.


“Come closer,” the picture urged, and Blessing took the picture and placed it against her ear, nodding her head in agreement as Sister Mary whispered the way-out into her throbbing ears.


It was a good plan; she loved it instantly. Since it involved finishing the unfinished sexual business she and Emeka ignited a couple of months ago, she smiled. She admired her evil grin as she watched her reflection in her mirror.


The rest of the week was trouble for Sister Ruth; she couldn’t even have time for their musical lessons. She was so engrossed in winning back Emeka who has broken up with her. Even the winds knew that Sister Ruth was devastated.


“Emeka was like a prized possession to her; she was damn too ugly for that handsome man,” Blessing told herself in justification for her part in the breaking up process.


“So, what next will you require of me before we finish the unfinished business between us?” Emeka asked Blessing when they met.


“You need to relax, okay. I am not yet convinced you guys won’t get back after you must have had your way with me.”


“I have told you, I am not planning to just ‘have’ my way with you, I am planning on having you to myself. Why should I go back to that ugly girl? I have always been looking for a way to break her forced attachments with me. But I must admit she was always ready whenever I wanted it; so I never really bothered about her ugliness. Sex has been good.”


“Gross,” Blessing turned her lips in disgust. “Okay, you have just one step to go.”


“I told you, I will do anything.”


“And remember,” Blessing started the riot act, “we can’t be seen together. It will be bad; we have to make it remain a secret…”


“I know; I am not a kid. Just tell me what to do and I will do it.”



Blessing braced herself, “Tell her you didn’t feel compelled to be with her again after all you did together. If you needed a wife, you wouldn’t go for her type.”


“I already broke up with her. Is that not the same thing?” Emeka asked.


“No, it is not. It has to be a text message, and it has to be on Thursday evening.”


“I don’t get it, why…”


“Do you want me or not?” Blessing cut in.


“Okay, what time should I text her? I am sure the timing matters too.”


“It does. I will alert you, and you should text her immediately you see my signal.”


“Which is?”


“A call- I will call you.”


“Jesus! Okay; all these for a pussy?” Emeka was puzzled with all the conditions and rules.


“Well, maybe my pussy was paved with gold.” Blessing said calmly.


“God; you are not even a virgin that you claimed to be,” Emeka protested.


“You don’t know that.”


“My finger does!”


“Well, then forget it, since you already have a taste of the gold mine.” She stood up angrily to leave, but Emeka quickly stopped her by grabbing her hand,


“That was a joke. You know that. I will do it. Just alert me, and I will send the message.”


“Good,” she said and yanked her hand off his grip. “And if she replied to your message, do not reply.” She finished and swaggered away.


Emeka watched her as she swayed; he bit his lower lips and held his crotch tightly,


“Damn!” He said. “All these for a mining permit?” I should have taken her that day!”



****************

THURSDAY, FOUR O CLOCK


The Choir members gathered together as usual for the weekly rehearsals. Sister Ruth plugged her phone upstairs at the gallery as her usual practice and was conducting the rehearsals downstairs at the main auditorium. When they were deep into the practice, Blessing asked to be excused and went straight to the gallery.


She called Emeka on her way up and asked him to send the message to Sister Ruth’s phone, immediately. By the time she got to Sister Ruth’s phone, the message was already in. She didn’t bother to open it; she just minimized and sent back a reply to Emeka from Sister Ruth’s phone. The message reads:


“You cannot do this to me, Emeka. Not after I aborted for you, six times! You need to think about it; where do you want me to start from?”


Emeka was confused with that reply. He called Blessing immediately,


“Was that you? Did you send the message about abortion?”


“Literarily, yes.” She answered coldly. “But technically, Sister Ruth did because it was her phone that sent out the reply.”


“I don’t understand where you are going with this but…”


“Stay out of this okay? I will see you on Saturday night if you can play along. Then you can have your way all night long.” Blessing replied sharply and fast.


“Okay, okay; but for the record, she never aborted for me, not even once. She never got pregnant- I was always protected!” He disconnected immediately.


Blessing hissed and took Sister Ruth’s phone along with her. She gave it to Sister Ruth that a message came in while she was at the gallery. Sister Ruth thanked her and continued with the rehearsal.


Moments later, when she was free, she excused herself in order to read her message; Blessing watched her moment and she expected a reaction. The effect was awesome; Sister Ruth almost fainted when she opened the message. It was the message that Emeka sent. Sister Ruth shook her head and read the message again; slowly,


“Dear Ruth, it is over. You need to stop begging me. I am simply not attracted to you anymore!”


She collapsed in a chair.


Nobody really noticed except Blessing who has been watching her. She raised an alarm immediately and pointed everyone to Sister Ruth’s direction. Three of the Choir members rushed over to a surprised and sad Sister Ruth who kept saying she was fine that she was just feeling drowsy. She tried to stand up but fell back on her seat. There was commotion, everyone tried to make her feel better by doing their part, but she kept saying she was fine, even when her countenance said otherwise.


The plan was perfect, and Blessing loved every bit of it. Without being suspected, she took Sister Ruth’s phone from the floor and slid quietly into the Pastor’s office which was within the main Church premises. She explained the current commotion to the Pastor and claimed she knew what caused it. She handed over Sister Ruth’s phone to the Pastor and directed the Pastor to read Sister Ruth’s reply to the guy. The Pastor was lost in words; he couldn’t believe another vocal leader has been another mistake in his own part.


“This is serious,” he kept muttering to himself, “God, why all these?” He lamented. He scrambled for nothing on his table as he took and dropped everything, opening the drawers and closing it back.


Blessing enjoyed every bit of the Pastor’s confused reaction. At a time, she smiled without the Pastor noticing. The Pastor was silent with this head immersed in his hands. Suddenly, the door to his office flung open, and a very distressed Choir member rushed in,


“What is the problem?” The Pastor asked.


“Sister Ruth, she…” she struggled to catch her breath, “She…she has fainted!”


“Jesus Christ,” the Pastor said, and sank into his expensive leather chair. “Take her to the hospital; tell my driver to take her.”


“Okay Sir.” The town crier left.


“Sister…”


“Blessing, Sir,” she reminded the pastor of her name.


“Yes, Sister Blessing, you can go. But I will like to keep this phone as evidence.”


“No problem Sir,” she said and stood up.


As she was about leaving, the Pastor called her back;


“This Sister Ruth, she is your Church-mother, right?”


“Yes, Sir.” she answered.


“And you didn’t deem it fit to cover up this mess? I mean, due to your closeness with her. I heard you guys are very close.”


“Well, Sir,” she started, “I really wouldn’t have done that if this … this building was never a Church. If it were some kind of a worldly music school, I wouldn’t have minded. But this is a house of God, and I can never cover such madness!” She started throwing her fist in excitement and enthusiasm like a preacher preaching about tithe. She continued her hypocrisy,


“Worshippers of God must be holy and without dark secrets. I know this guy with her, and whenever he visited when I was around, Sister Ruth will ask me to go home, and that will be the end of our practice for that day. I approached her and she denied ever having intercourse with him, and I believed her because I never caught them in the act.”


“Hmmm,” the Pastor hummed, enjoying her. “So, you mean you believed that anyone who is to worship God must be holy? You mean only for the period of holding that position?”


“No Sir, I mean the person should live a holy life, worthy of emulation, forever.”


“I am sure you also have a boyfriend.” The Pastor tried to drill her. “But I am sure you don’t have sex with him.”


She moved towards the Pastor’s table and grabbed a bible,
“I swear to God in heaven that I have never in my life copulated with a man, and I don’t even have a boyfriend.” She dropped the bible and continued, “I am a virgin as far as a normal intercourse entails a man have sex with a woman. How can I even do such things? I mean, why should I live a double life? I have devoted my life to Jesus Christ, and I will never indulge in such practices until I am married.”


“You can go, Sister Blessing. Thank you,” the Pastor said and watched her leave.


That was the end of Sister Ruth who was suspended, and like Sister Joy, she never returned to the Church due to the shameful incident. Blessing denied the allegation of replying the message when Sister Ruth approached her for answers, but even if she did confess that she sent the message, it still wouldn’t have saved Sister Ruth, whose messages on her phone were full of former sexts between her and Emeka.


That scandal rocked the Church, and that was the last stroke of scandal under the Pastor’s nose. He was transferred to another Church, but not after he has already filed a letter of recommendation on behalf of Sister Blessing to be considered as the future Choir Mistress. And that was also the beginning of the relationship with Emeka.


The newly appointed Pastor-in-Charge, Pastor Akin, didn’t even bother to read the recommendation letter; he scraped the office of the Choir Mistress completely and held on to the idea of a male Coordinator. The first Coordinator resigned few months after he was married, and Brother Ade took over. Sister Blessing was appointed as the vocal leader after her good works and zeal to the work of God were noticed; one which could not be placed under doubt. The night that she was appointed a vocal leader, she and Sister Mary had a nice time of celebration. She placed her dead lover’s picture on her chest and masturbated with a very big condom-wearing dark plantain!

END OF CHAPTER 6

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CHAPTER 7


That was how Blessing and her lover ensured that Sister Ruth’s reign was not long enough. The Coordinator’s voice snapped her back to reality, back into the Pastor’s office from the land of the past,

“Pastor, I already told she will not talk; not when she is guilty of betraying the only Sister who took her in and helped her grow into what she is now.”

“Brother Ade, I have told you to allow the Sister explain the situation herself. Whatever you guys are saying is total darkness to me.”

All these while, Blessing had remained silent, enjoying the session and waiting for the right moment to switch to the next plan. The Coordinator continued, turning to the Pastor,

“Sir, before your arrival, Pastor Ajani, the Pastor that you succeeded, actually called a meeting after he was served a letter to handover, after the series of scandal that rocked his administration; I was privileged to be part of the attendees. He explained to us that Sister Blessing was the one who exposed the text message that incriminated the…”

“Incriminated or exposed?” The Pastor asked him sternly.

Blessing smiled inside of her. She knew the Pastor had seen the situation from her perspective.

“Well…” the Coordinator wanted to say, but the Pastor interjected,

“We need to be very careful about the choice of words here, because the way I am seeing it, I am beginning to accept, just like she accused you, that you are not happy with how Sister Ruth went down in connection to her.” He pointed to Blessing, whose head was still hung low- though, pretentiously.

“I’m sorry about that Sir, but that is not true. We were…I mean, I was glad, but we just thought she shouldn’t have been the one to do that. Not with the way Sister Ruth treated her as a sister.”

“So, you meant to say that if your own flesh and blood is into something that was as bad as that, and yet, held an important office in the Church of God, you would have covered it up?”

“No, Sir.”

“I think you would!” The Pastor said with all certainty. “This is interesting; I believe for the first time, we are really getting to know each other.”

“Ha,” the Coordinator shifted uneasily in his seat, “don’t see it that way, Sir. We were only worried that she should have displayed some kind of loyalty. We believe even a simple loyalty will go a long way.”

“That is true,” the Pastor agreed.

“Thank you Sir,” Brother Ade quickly eased up. “And that was why we were worried when Pastor Ajani said he has prepared a letter of recommendation to suggest Sister Blessing for the post of the Choir Mistress.”

“Interesting,” the Pastor got more interested, “Please continue,” he insisted.

By this time, Blessing knew the plan was hatched, and the result was already out. She sure overheard that Pastor Ajani had recommended her, but she had waited in vain to be announced, only for this new Pastor, Pastor Akin, to make her a vocal leader and blocked all her hope of getting to the coveted throne. But, the way things turned out to be, she realized that Pastor Akin didn’t even know anything about the letter.

“So,” the Coordinator continued, we kicked against it based on the issue you also agreed on- her display of lack of loyalty. We believed that if she can do that to a close colleague, then, she will show no respect to the Church.”

“You see, Brother Ade, the issue of loyalty I agreed with, was not as you are seeing it currently. Sister Blessing has shown her commitment and loyalty to God and not to men, by exposing your friend.” 

He paused to see Brother Ade’s reaction, and his reaction was full of defeat. He shook his head, shifted in his seat, and started sweating. But the Pastor continued, much to Blessing’s gladness.

“So,” Pastor Akin continued, “you people going against her because she exposed a particular person who wasn’t even fit for the post of a leader in a Church, are only against God.”

“Ha, Pastor.” He gaped and became more inconvenient in his seat. As it appeared, the tide had turned against him. The plan was working.

Blessing slowly turned her head to look at him without really raising it and winked at the Coordinator. An action only the Coordinator noticed. The Coordinator looked transfixed with surprise.

“Where is the letter of recommendation, Brother Ade?” The Pastor asked.

“It is in my office, Sir.” He replied, fidgeting.
“Why haven’t I seen this letter?”

“Em…Sir, it was agreed, based on the same issue we were talking about…”

“The issue of lack of loyalty, I suppose?”

“Yes Sir.” He said, and nodded at the same time, raising his finger like a pupil wanting to ask his teacher a question.

“Lack of loyalty,” the Pastor paused, “to men, right?”

“Ha! Not like that Sir.” The Coordinator managed to say, clearly showing his surprise at the sudden turn of things against him. Blessing only managed not to laugh.

“Please, fetch the letter.” The Pastor ordered and turned away from him.

“Now, is your time,” Sister Mary told Blessing. Only she could hear her dead lover talk.

“Sister Blessing,” the Pastor called her softly.

“Sir.” she answered coarsely.

“Are you crying? Please raise your head.” The Pastor pleaded with her. “You don’t need to cry, God has vindicated you once more. Can you hear me, Sister Blessing?”

“Do it, now!” Sister Mary ordered and Blessing bursted into tears. She wailed louder and sniffed harder. The Pastor was helpless- he tried to make her calm. Brother Ade came in; he held the letter to his chest.

“What happened, Sir?” He asked as he closed the door behind him.

“Well, you can hear and see for yourself. It really hurts to think we are doing some good, and people turned it into a bad thing. You people need to apologize to this lady. She has done nothing wrong by exposing the wrong person in this Church,” he lectured.

“I… em…we are very sorry, Sir. I believe we only saw it in a different way back then. But now, I think with all you have said, I know better-God first, Sir.” He finished his damage control speech that was dry anyways.

After a while, Blessing wiped her face and looked up.

“This is your letter of recommendation, I promise to look into it. But I am not promising to go back out of the decision not to have a Choir Mistress for now. You shall remain the vocal leader and we will discuss more on how you can help us with Sister Hannah. I am glad we still have people like you in the Church.”

“Thank you Sir,” she spoke after a long time, half kneeling.

There was a disturbing silence until she broke the silence again, “Can I be excused Sir?” She turned her head backwards to check the time from the wall clock in the Pastor’s office and added, “I need to pray for at least one hour before I break my fast, and as it is, the time is already…”

“Oh, you’re fasting?” The Pastor asked excitedly.

She nodded.

“May the Lord answer your prayers, my daughter,” he prayed.

“Amen Sir,” she replied with a shy smile.

“Please, be quick about it. You can go.” the Pastor said, rubbing his palms together and smiling broadly. It was clear that she has won the Pastor to her side; another step closer.

“Please, remember us in your prayers,” the Pastor called out as she was about to exit the office.

“I will Sir.” She replied and smiled back, closing the door after her.  Once the door was closed behind her, she pressed her ears against the door, ready to eavesdrop.

The voices were faint, but not faint enough for her not to make sense out of it.

“You need to be very careful as a leader, Brother Ade. We cannot afford to lose such a God fearing Character in this Church. I, personally will not accept that!” The Pastor said.

“I understand Sir, but we can’t just judge a book by its cover. Sister Blessing is not who she was pretending to be Sir. You need to open your eyes!” He said that loudly.

“So, I am blind?” The Pastor asked.

“I am talking of the spiritual eyes, Sir,” he corrected.

“Still the same; you will need to get me a spiritual glasses then, since I am supposedly blind spiritually.”

“Sir, I didn’t mean it that way.” He lamented.

“Please, leave. I have a lot of things to attend to.” The Pastor retaliated.

Blessing quickly left the door and headed to the main exit. As she was close to the door to the main auditorium, her bag got hooked by the door latch and its content spilled. She quickly packed them and tucked them bag into the bag. There was a cucumber; a half-emptied plastic bottle of soft drink, a half-eaten snack, a small note and a pen.  She looked around to ensure that nobody saw her and quickly packed her things; she tucked them into the bag with great disorderliness.

As she was closer to the gate, she brought out the snack in her bag and took a quick bite after blowing the dirt from it. Immediately she opened the gate, she bumped into Hannah who was just about to enter. She jumped back in fear.

“I’m sorry, Ma; I didn’t know you were coming.” Hannah apologized.

“Oh, it is okay, Hannah.” She mumbled between mouthfuls and waved her off, trying hard not to let Hannah suspect anything as she forced herself to swallow.

“Alright, take care, Ma.” Hannah said and continued on her way to the office.

Blessing watched her with great hate and contempt as she walked away.

“I hope you are ready for the showdown?” She asked Hannah who has already vanished into the office complex and not within an earshot. “I just hope you can handle the heat?” She said again and moved outside the Church premises.

She closed the gate, brought out the soft drink from her bag and gulped it all down. She closed her eyes and let out a refreshing loud belch and a big sigh.

“Fasting my foot.” She said and flung away the empty plastic bottle. With a great air of victory and ostentation, she swaggered down the way home.

THE END OF CHAPTER 7

This girl is damn crazy but i saw two things against her now.one of her spilled items might have befo forgotten and emeka will still hunt her

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Blessing God is watching u o
D man weldon ooooo
Keep it coming

Interesting.
Blessing is joking with God nd dats a big mistake

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Interesting.
Blessing is joking with God nd dats a big mistake

lol...how is ur novel doing bro?

Choir a d unit of church wey bad things dey happen pass. Ride on

CHAPTER 8

Hannah met the Coordinator on her way to the Pastor’s office, he was moody. They didn’t really say much except him reminding Hannah not to forget her vocal lesson at his school by evening. She knocked on the door to Pastor Akin’s door, and the Pastor invited her in.

“How are you today, Sister Hannah?” The Pastor asked, beaming with smiles.

Hannah was relieved; at least to see someone in a cheerful mood today amounted to something for her.

“I am fine Sir,” she replied, returning the smile.

“Please, seat.” The Pastor ushered her to the seat with his hand.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“How has your vocal training been going with Brother Ade?” He asked, with a slight frown. The smiles are all gone now.

‘”Fi… fine... it has been fine, Sir.” She stammered, getting worried about smile that suddenly vanished.

“And, I understand that sometimes when the night came over you during your training session, you… em… you passed the night at…”

“God forbid, Sir!” Hannah was taken aback.

“It has never happened before Sir. Why should I do that?”

“Well, that is what we heard, and I…em…we were thinking…”

“Sir,” Hannah stood up, “Brother Ade has a fiancé. How will I be sleeping over at his place? This is nothing but rumour, Sir.” Hannah was already shaking, eyes swollen with tears.

“Even the neighbours said they usually see someone with your kind of stature at the late, odd hours.”

“That would be his fiancé, Sir. You have to believe me. I have never done such a thing. I swear to God.” She pleaded her innocence.

“Please, sit down, my daughter.” The Pastor urged her. “Please, relax and sit down.” He said again, after Hannah was reluctant to do so.

The Pastor was only trying to get words out of her, but it seems he overdid it. He started feeling guilty, seeing how profusely the poor girl was crying over the false allegation he had tried to cook up. “Wipe your tears my daughter. It is well.” He reassured the poor girl.

Hannah continued to whimper, and sniff like a drug addict. The Pastor waited for her to calm down before he continued.

“There is a rumour flying around and about to perch on the Church’s altar that you and the Coordinator were having sexual relations.”

“Ha!” She exclaimed. “That is not true Sir. I can never do that.” She shook her head frantically.

“I believe you, my daughter. And the reason why I called you over is to let you know that if ever the Coordinator made any foul move towards you, please, don’t hesitate to report him to me.” She nodded like a throbbing todger.

“This ministry, especially this Church, this branch, has been rocked with so many scandals.”

“I know, Sir.” She nodded again.

“Good. And I was posted her because of my integrity and past records to ensure that this Church comes back on her feet. I will never condone any form of sexual or evil scandal in this Church. If any of you has been indulging in sexual atrocities that could affect this Church again, I will use my anointing to curse such a person!” The Pastor finished with a hardened face, pointing to her. It was clear the Pastor didn’t believe her, and that made her cry more.

“Sir,” she managed to gather her wit, “I am really pained to be in this kind of situation. I know the family where I came from, I know the God that I serve. Why would I pick this moment to indulge in sexual atrocity when I have been able to abstain from sexual relation till now?” She wiped her extremely wet face with her handkerchief, blowing her nose loudly. The Pastor was touched and guilty at the same time.

“You mean you are a virgin?” The Pastor asked, not sure he heard right. Hannah nodded, wiping away her tears.

The Pastor sighed and rested his back on his chair. He was in a dilemma. Could it be that Blessing was just making things up so as to excuse herself from mentoring Hannah? He asked himself with no one to answer, and there would have been total silence if not for the sobbing of Hannah.

“Sister Hannah, wipe your tears and go home. I know how to handle this matter.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She said and knelt down, as a tribal sign of respect.

“Please, be on your feet and go home. All will be well.” He repeated and watched as Hannah slid away through the door of his office.

He sighed as soon as he was alone and shook his head slowly. “This branch has been one hell of a nut-job.” He said aloud and banged his fist on the table. Looking at the ceiling, he placed his palms together and prayed, “God, God, you need to help me now.”

He finished and started packing his files to be closed for the day.


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Blessing got home and met Emeka lying naked on her bed; she was irritated but didn’t need to show it. To her, Emeka was just an errand boy, who has been helping her to reach her goal. He hasn’t finished his job yet, she still has one last job for him. If all it takes is for her to be his sex machine, she was ready to feed him with it till he gets constipated. All she wanted was for him to do the dirty jobs.

“Hi, baby.” Emeka smiled; his todger standing at attention. She really didn’t like it, but Sister Mary said that if she wanted to have sex with a man, she should just pretend the todger was a strap-on until the process was over. And so far, it has worked.

“Hey.” She said without looking up as she removed her shoes. She slid the strap of the handbag from her shoulders and allowed the bag to drop with a thud. She said on the bed and ruffled her hair.  Emeka dragged himself to her side and squeezed her a little by her waist. She knew he wanted sex. That’s all he ever wanted. But, that was the best time to refuse; especially when she needed to control him. She slapped his hand. Emeka tried again and she repeated the reaction.

“What happened?” Emeka asked, half-seated on his elbow. “Is something wrong?”

“You know it should be!” She snorted. “I don’t even know, but it seems…” she hissed and shook her head, leaving dusts of suspense in the air.

“Talk to me.” Emeka pressed. He sat with his back against the headboard. “Please.”

“Okay.” Blessing said after a big sigh, “I just hope after I told you, you will help me as you have promised.” She did her eyes like a purring kitten.

“Listen to me, Baby,” Emeka said, “I told you I will do anything for you, right?” He asked, and Blessing nodded.

“Good.” He continued, “And have I ever disappointed on that?” He asked again, and Blessing shook her head, eyes like a doll.

“Well… I … I thought since you have,” she shrugged, “since you have already taken what you wanted, I wouldn’t be carrying so much weight again.” She finished her mind game, but Emeka only starred. So, she continued, “You know, guy’s thing. Before you allow them between your legs, they’re like they’re gonna do this and that….but once they have their way, you become…”

“Blessing!” Emeka cut in, “please stop this, okay? I am not every guy?”

“I’m sorry.” She smiled softly and pushed herself into Emeka’s arm; placing her head on his chest.

“It’s okay.” Emeka said, stroking her hair. “So, are you going to talk now?”

“Yes,” she said softly. She slid her hand downwards and grabbed his todger. She bit her lower lip and looked seductively at him. Emeka went crazy. At that point, she knew she had him again.

“Emeka, the idiot, will do anything now!”  She said and smiled within herself, and Sister Mary also smiled from inside the wardrobe.

chai aunty blessing there is God O she go use emeka (sex machine)as the game here again i pitied hannah.kudos to the write great job.more update please

issokay keep it comin,jus tel hannah to watch out.great work though