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There he sat in the front row. Enny could swear he wasn’t a gram over 70 kilos and that he was short; about her height. Though she stood a solid five feet seven, she considered guys on her height level, short. She liked big tall men. Yet something about this seemingly small man intrigued her. Perhaps it was the roguish smile that played across his lips when he stole a glance at her, or the fact that his rude disposition stood him out like a sore thumb among the congregation. The audacity of this guy, thought Enny as she watched him turn another page of the newspaper he’d been reading. A solemn atmosphere hung over the church as the bishop preached, but this guy continued reading a newspaper the way he probably would on a monday morning at a bus-station. Finally Enny tore her interest away to focus on the preacher.

*
As the head usher in church, Enny locked church and was one of the last to leave. As she stepped into the moon-less night, she checked her watch– eight-thirty pm. She hurried down the road she’d taken a zillion times, down a few dilapidated hanging buildings, past a few bars were Lagosians drank and bobbed heads to high music that filled the environment. A few of the men cat-called. It didn’t annoy her. Even her friends always commented about how her body showed so much promise of lustful enjoyment. She clutched her bible to her chest, and that was when she saw them; two unnaturally tall men who suddenly appeared from behind a house. It was a quiet street and her short cry of protest as one laid hands on her went unnoticed. The sharp glint of a knife appeared in the other’s hand.

“Silence, or I silence you forever,” knife man said ominously.

“Or you could let her go and I don’t silence you forever,” came a new voice.

Enny and her captors turned. She gasped. It was the newspaper guy from church.

“God, not you again Samuel,” knife guy cursed.

Everything that happened next was a haze. The two men rushed Samuel but with methodical movements, ice and nimbus connected. Samuel moved with watery fluidity, evading knife thrusts and fiery blasts. Soon, Enny’s captors remained but ice melting swiftly away.

“What demon are you?” She whispered hoarsely.

“I’ll be any demon you wish me to be,” replied Samuel.

*
A month later, Enny knew Samuel wasn’t a demon. Ok maybe a little bit sometimes, but she loved him even more for that. Samuel was a rain-maker and the newspaper he’d been reading was about the Nigerian rain-makers invited to Prince William’s wedding. Rain-makers, he claimed are descendants of fallen angels but to regain their entry into heaven, now fought for good. He made Enny discover her merovingian bloodline– her genealogy from the virgin mary, and how many sought power through a ritual that needed a merovingian virgin. She was a merovingian due to her paternal jewish heritage. She eventually gave her virginity to Samuel. It was the only way they wouldn’t keep coming after her. But something happened. Samuel fell in love as did she. And even though they made an unlikely couple– the rain-maker and the chief usher– she knew undoubtedly that she loved this seemingly small man. And to her, love was all that mattered.

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