《DARKENED》 Chapter one: Till death do us part March 30th, 2012. Stoke Town, Victoria Island, Lagos, Nigeria. The blue car drove to a halt. Joseph Adams turned off the radio and bowed down for a word of prayer- he always did that before ministering, when he was out time. He peered into the car¡¯s mirror. He looked different now; he had a fashionable appearance and a nice haircut- unlike that bald, old fashioned preacher everybody knew on television. He reached for his bible after taking in a deep breath. He had taken a long break-he had actually subjected himself to fasting and prayer in a distant rented apartment, located in the outskirts of Spain. Joseph Adams had become a successful preacher in Africa, after twenty years of faithful service to God. He wished his mother was alive, but he knew her demise was part of God¡¯s plan. He had a feeling she was right in God¡¯s arms and God was making her fulfilled with so much peace and joy. He alighted from his car and sighed. Joseph Adams was five feet tall, light skinned and handsome, he had these unique ¡®soft-peering¡¯ eyes that complemented his striking appearance. After locking his car, he glanced at his watch and headed for the building opposite him. The place was really filled up as he expected, it was great that he parked his car at a farther distance or he would not have anywhere to park it. With his keys in his fist, he marched towards the entrance. A beautiful lady in a red dress was standing at the door. She flashed him a ¡®big¡¯ smile. ¡°Welcome sir,¡± she greeted humbly. Then she put on a stern look, ¡°...your ticket?¡± Joseph Adams smiled. ¡°I am a guest minister.¡± She was a little thrown off balance by his reply-maybe it was because he was too youthful and cheerful for the stereotyped; strong, reserved and stern looking ministers, many people understood. He just smiled again; he was used to such remarks. He had encountered so many of ¡®them¡¯ during his early years in ministry. The lady took a glance at a clip board, then looked up, ¡°Are you Dr. Andrew Johnson?¡± ¡°I am Joseph Adams.¡± She was taken aback by a momentary shock. Then she laughed at herself, staring into his eyes. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, oh! I should have recognised you earlier.¡± ¡°No problem.¡± Joseph chuckled and he followed her to the large hall. He met an usherette there. Though, this lady was rather too robust for a female, she had nice mannerisms and was indeed beautiful .She greeted him warmly, ¡°We need you right now sir. You are going to the altar now, for a word of exhortation.¡± She sounded as if she was tensed when she spoke. He gave her a reassuring smile, to let her know it was all right. They went back stage; she gave him a microphone, ¡°Five minutes, sir.¡± The curtains opened as he walked further, into the stage. The crowd was startling. He saw thousands seated before him- but it was obvious he wasn¡¯t in charge, God was. ¡°Praise the Lord!¡± He roared. The crowd responded, stood and waved. ¡°...We¡¯re here tonight for one thing, and you know what it is?¡±He stepped away from the lectern and looked directly at the thrilled crowd, ¡°...Christ! He¡¯s the reason why we are all here, and one thing before I leave-we all came here to worship God, but I tell you worship cannot be done by us, worship is by the spirit and in truth, we just gives ourselves up .¡± He nodded, ¡°...it¡¯s not about us, and it is all about...HIM!¡± The crowd cheered. ¡°It¡¯s about His glory, it¡¯s about His greatness, it is all about-¡± he paused and lifted up his hand, then shouted, ¡°...God!¡± The crowd rejoiced. People were shouting ¡°Hallelujah¡± and ¡°Amen¡±; the hall was filled with excitement. Just then, the master of the ceremony, who was a tall young man, appeared on the stage and called out; ¡°Grace Night!¡± The people responded, ¡°...A night of wonder!¡± The gentle man smiled. Dressed in a nice looking tuxedo, he naughtily captured the audience with his diamond studded wrist watch. He smiled and continued, ¡°Praise the Lord! We have a lot to offer tonight- but before we commence, I¡¯II like to call on my co-host, she¡¯s such a darling.¡± He smiled ¡°... and she is no other person but Yvonne!¡± The crowd clapped. Then a lady in a white, long, glittering gown appeared on the podium. She flashed a genuine smile and shouted, ¡°Hello Nigeria! Hello Africa!¡± The crowd roared in excitement. ¡°...Are Americans here tonight?¡± She tucked in a loose strand of hair, behind her ear and grinned. ¡°Hello America!¡± The crowd responded. Many Caucasians blew whistles. The Master of the ceremony stepped forward, ¡°Oh. I know we are so excited tonight and I hope I¡¯m not forgetting this unique set of people -Praise the Lord Asia!¡± They responded with a joyous noise. ¡°...I think Asia will win tonight. Okay, let¡¯s try Australia and Europe. God bless Australia! God bless Europe!¡± He said out loud and pointed the microphone out to the crowd. After the noise had died down, he continued. ¡°...Asia has this tonight and surprisingly,¡± he looked at his assistant, she winked and continued. ¡°The first worshipper is Michael Tzu. He¡¯s from China and he is doing the song ¡®Amazing Grace¡¯.¡± The lights were put out and put on again, revealing a very tall man. He had the typical Chinese look: high cheekbones, small eyes and rounded nose, but he wore a unique, distinct smile. As he started the song, he shocked the crowd with his gifted tenor vocals and his unique riffs and runs-The spirit of God also blessed many lives through the song. The next performance was done by ¡°The Rainbow Band¡±. They were really amazing; the Holy Ghost was no doubt the source of such indescribable harmony. The anchors came to the stage for the third time now. The Mc Sighed, ¡°Are you enjoying this? If you are, say Alleluia!¡± the crowd responded passionately. ¡°Oh!¡± The female anchor, Yvonne, voiced. ¡°I know we would love to see the next performance and it is by the HOSANNA CHOIR! They are doing a Nigerian song, ¡®Alagbara¡¯ by Onos! Give God a clap offering.¡± The ¡®Hosanna¡¯ mass choir appeared on stage and the crowd applauded. A male conductor properly positioned the choir and handed the microphone over to a lady, who quietly stepped forward .The instrumentalists played an ¡®intro¡¯. Then the beautiful lady started the song. As she sang, the crowd ¡®melted.¡¯ The large hall was quiet, not because of her thrilling vocals or the divine lyrics, but she sang entirely from the spirit. This performance was incredible. After the performance ended, the audience stood up and clapped heartily. While Joseph was clapping, he was not hundred percent himself. Ever since the choir stepped in, he kept hearing a voice in his head. Joseph it¡¯s time. He wasn¡¯t really sure of what this meant, but soon enough, the visions he had been seeing for a while now, ¡®clouded¡¯ his spirit. He swallowed hard. Was this what it was about? Was this the reason for his presence here? Could this be the reason for his blatant refusal to leave even after his ministration, to Aja where he was needed? He couldn¡¯t help but ask himself, So many questions. Just then, ¡®her¡¯ name flashed right before him in a surprising manner; CHICHI OLISEH He was about bracing up in obedience, when he wondered for the first time in fulfilling his usual task; how could he do this? How could he tell a complete Stranger, God¡¯s plan for her life-Even if he was famous as Joseph Emeka Adams-was it enough backing to give her that kind of information about herself? He kept asking himself, ¡°How would she take this?¡± Then he heard the calm voice once again, Joseph, it¡¯s time. All of a sudden, he realised there was no point of arguing and said, ¡°God I¡¯m sorry.¡± He felt an urge to walk towards a door- an exit from the hall; he knew that he was being led, so he walked briskly to the door. It led to a hallway and on it sides, it had many doors. He kept on walking. Then all of a sudden, he heard a noise. Quite eager to see what was happening, he turned behind; half of his body lunged forward, so that he could have a glimpse of what was happening, as his body partially leaned against a wall. A man and a lady stood beside a door, they were ranting- it seemed as if they were not satisfied with their tantrum, so they started exchanging vulgar words. From experience, Joseph knew the lady was from the Hausa ethnic group in Nigeria and the man looked like an African American. Though the man was muscular and olive skinned, he was rather short and his ¡®odd¡¯ dreadlocks gave him a very rugged ¡®unlikeable¡¯ look against his smooth skin. The lady was slender and pretty. She had a long, natural hair, and a beautiful skin. They both looked very young and foolish. The American scowled at her, If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°You are so dumb, huh? You got me? Very dumb! Isn¡¯t anything in your damn, dead skull.¡± The lady, who was almost in tears, kept holding her floral gown as if she was trying to retain a sense of dignity that was at the moment, incomprehensible. ¡°You are an ill b***h!¡± He yelled and spat at her and was about to leave, when she seized his polo in anger. ¡°You irresponsible fool! You have been lying to me for years that- I was just a fool to assume¡­¡± then uncontrollable tears rolled down her cheeks, ¡°...to a.......a.....assume,¡± she stammered. ¡°...that you LOVED ME!¡± In frustration, she tousled her hair and then screamed at the top of her voice. ¡°You got me pregnant and deflowered me-I was such an idiot to believe all the lies you wooed me with-I hate myself for leaving church-it¡¯s caused all this emptiness inside of me. Refugee! You told me we would be together in Miami when you return. If not for this programme, I would have believed that you were still there. Homeless LIAR-you know, girls like me wish they would never meet or fall in love with immature street urchins like you-¡± ¡°...Get your dead body off me.¡± He interrupted, gritting his teeth. He pummelled her hand off his shirt and shook her violently. Then he threw her to the floor, watching her back slam against the tiled ground. Her legs spread weakly and she lay on the floor, writhing in pain. This was when Joseph came out of his hiding place .Despite he was very close to them; he was pretty much non- existent to them. The American guy kicked her and when Joseph tried to intervene, the guy jabbed him in the nose, then he turned to her, ¡°F**k you bitch! You got me? F**k you and your f**king mama. I¡¯m out of here.¡± He turned away, making an immoral hand gesture. Then in a wicked laugh, he yelled, ¡°Hope you¡¯ll be dead before morning.¡± He ran off. Joseph wiped the blood from his ¡®now¡¯ bleeding nose. He wondered why many women chose to be girl friends-to endure the slavery and manipulation ¡®behind the scene¡¯. He remembered his mother¡¯s saying: ¡°A wise girl would keep dirty- minded -fine -faced men off her body till she becomes a wonderful bride.¡± Joseph helped the girl sit up. ¡°Sorry. What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Sarah Danjuma.¡± She looked at him in bewilderment, ¡°Thank you.¡± Then she turned to her knuckles and started sobbing. He smiled and offered her his handkerchief. Then he started on a soft tone, ¡°Sarah, God knows how terrible you feel.¡± These words seemed to calm her down in a strange manner. She turned to him, ¡°Do I deserve God¡¯s attention?¡± She sighed, as if waiting for an answer, one to make her feel back on her feet again. Joseph sighed, ¡°No.¡± He said. She then burst into tears, gnashing her teeth as she cried. Joseph laid his hand on her back ¡°¡­But He¡¯s willing to give you it and more, God is willing to listen to you even when others don¡¯t want to. He¡¯s willing to comfort you, when you feel down. He¡¯s willing to take you into his arms, when you feel lonely. That¡¯s why he can do anything for you, even giving up His ¡®self¡¯ to be ¡®butchered¡¯ on the cross for your redemption. He looked into her eyeballs. ¡°Do you want to be saved?¡± She looked up. ¡°Yes, help me¡ªI am so unclean.¡± He wiped her tears with his palm. They held hands, as she repeated after him, ¡°Father, I come before you, I am a sinner. Have mercy upon me. I welcome you into my life. Take all of me. I give all I am to you Lord, in Jesus name, Amen.¡± He hugged her. Then he gave her a Mountain Top Life Devotional and his bible. He looked into her eyes, ¡°Sarah, I know you have stopped attending church. Try and make it, not ¡®just¡¯ to any church around, but a bible believing and practicing church.¡± He pointed to the bible on her lap, ¡°This is the King James 1611 version and the undiluted word of God-read it, study, live by it and keep it. It a treasure¡±. These were the last words from the mouth of Joseph to Sarah Danjuma before he walked down the hallway. God led him to an entrance and he found himself at a balcony. He could see the silhouette of a lady, she was certainly the lady that took the solo of Onos¡¯s song; ¡®Alagbara¡¯. He was at the right place, at the right time. His moved slowly as if he was counting his steps. Then he looked at her closely and she turned to him, as if she was waiting for this. Standing, and her face glittering in the moonlight, she smiled. Her hands lay across her chest, while her left hand clutched some books. She turned to look into his eyes. Joseph spoke first, ¡°Hello, good day.¡± He said nodding. Then just in time, he reached for her pack of books which were about to fall. He handed it over to her. She smiled. ¡°Thank you.¡± Her voice sounded so beautiful. She smiled again, ¡°You know, these books are really some gospel hymnals. I¡¯ve been ¡®trying¡¯ to sell them for some time now. Well I¡¯ve really sold a lot. You know, maybe it¡¯s because ¡®sanguines¡¯ like me, are good at sale jobs. She blinked, ¡°Pardon my manners, good evening sir.¡± He smiled broadly. He was quite impressed that she was a responsible sanguine. He clearly remembered that eye opener; Spirit Controlled Temperament by Tim Lahaye. She smiled back. ¡°I was blessed by those words on the altar, they really encouraged me. I wish I had come earlier. You know, I was a minute late for the speech¡±. Joseph swallowed ¡°Umm, well---¡± Joseph wondered why he sounded so childish. He chided himself, Come on, Joseph behave well! Do not be afraid. Joseph continued. ¡°¡­we bless God; I was also empowered by that inspiring, musical performance.¡± ¡°God is so good.¡± She said looking up. Then she turned to him, ¡°By the way, I am Chichi Oliseh,¡± she said in a very feminine voice. ¡°Joseph Adams.¡± He shook her hands firmly. She looked a quite surprised, and then shocked. ¡°You are? Oh! She grinned and looked at him again ¡°Don¡¯t tell me-really? Are you the preacher on TV?¡± Joseph nodded. She winked, ¡°I am so famous already,¡± they both chuckled. Joseph pursed his lips, ¡°Do l really look-different?¡± ¡°Yeah and more handsome¡± Then she turned away, as if she remembered something. She looked at the stars, which dotted the sky in a solemn manner. Joseph felt a confirmation in his spirit, but he could see she was not happy. Is this the right time to- She interrupted his thought. ¡°I know why you are here.¡± She said, looking at her fingers. The aura of joy and energy she had died down all of a sudden. Her ¡®gloomy¡¯ nature surprised him. She continued, ¡°God told me, but¡ªbut,¡± she stammered. ¡°I, I¡ªCan¡¯t.¡± Joseph was disappointed. The atmosphere had suddenly become quiet and sorrowful. She turned to him. Joseph could see tears in her eyes. ¡°I don¡¯t -deserve, I don¡¯t deserve¡­¡± as she struggled to say this, tears ran down her cheeks, she couldn¡¯t even finish her statement. She swallowed hard. She tousled her hair and let her ebony virgin curls fall in unneeded twists, and then she looked away. Joseph felt heartbroken and dismayed. Many questions ran through his mind as he watched her. The pessimistic tendency of his melancholic temperament seemed to manifest now. It won¡¯t work! Why now? It¡¯s over! Then he remembered God was with him. He moved closer to her, she withdrew and looked at him, ¡°The thing is, I am not qualified. You know I¡¯m not the best, maybe-¡°She missed a step and slipped helplessly, the books in her hands flung aimlessly across the patterned tiled floor. He stooped to help her, as she struggled for balance. Then he started gathering all her books, until she gave him a concerned look. ¡°Joseph?¡± He now discovered that his nose was bleeding again. He was about to reach for his handkerchief, when she stopped the blood flow with her fingers. Joseph looked into her eyes; it was time to ¡®speak.¡¯ He noticed her eyes looked sunken from the tears. ¡°Chichi,¡± He started calmly and went down on his knees, ¡°¡­Don¡¯t be afraid I do not deserve ¡®this¡¯ too. Look no one does. We have all erred from Christ at one point in our lives.¡± He noticed she was getting herself back, ¡°¡­Chichi, God revealed this to me and convinced-¡± He took a deep breath and said in the most masculine voice she had ever heard, ¡°Will you marry me?¡± Chapter Two: Till death do us part (two) Sept 2nd 2012.Virgin Island, Rudolf Farms, Scotland. Chichi watched Caroline help her brush her hair and gently apply powder on her face. Chichi looked quite troubled, she was in an embroidered, white wedding gown. Her wrists rested on her laps and both women looked at the mirror. Caroline was about tying Chichi¡¯s hair into a bun, when she noticed her frown. Her bridesmaid was bothered. She sat beside her, ¡°Chi girl, what¡¯s the problem? Talk to me.¡± Chichi looked into her eyes, ¡°I had a bad dream yesterday night.¡± Caroline¡¯s eyes widened. Chichi turned to stare at her knuckles. ¡°It was a dark cold night,¡± she started. Caroline held on to her hands, as if she could understand what Chichi really felt. ¡°I could see myself running wildly in a wedding gown, I almost lost balance. My heart raced, my feet ached, when I couldn¡¯t run with the stilettos anymore, I threw them off and continued running.¡± She sighed. ¡°The farther I ran, the more confused I felt. The darkness was getting thicker, I could barely breath. I felt ¡®empty¡¯ and confused, but I kept on running. Then I stopped because I couldn¡¯t go any further ...¡±she blinked. ¡°I-I started screaming, I kept on screaming Joseph¡¯s name at the top of my voice.¡± Caroline took a deep breath. ¡°What happened next?¡± She voiced softly. Chichi pursed her lips. ¡°The second dream.¡± Tears welled up in her eyes. ¡°¡­This looked worse. In it, I was walking with Joseph and leading him to...¡± the thought of what Chichi was about to say, made tears roll down her cheeks. Then she tried to wipe it off with a napkin. Caroline held her tighter, trying her best to console her. Chichi blinked, ¡°¡­to the grave.¡± Caroline was taken aback by shock. In frustration, Chichi clenched her napkin still in tears. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. ¡°I don¡¯t know why I¡¯m just seeing bad luck- I never really-I don¡¯t understand¡­¡± ¡°Ssshh,¡± Caroline voiced. ¡°¡­let¡¯s pray. It¡¯s okay.¡± The two belles were humbled to prayer, hands in hands they prayed whole heartedly and after wards, Caroline put a hand on Chichi shoulders, ¡°You are a virtuous woman; don¡¯t let anything wear you down, mmh? Come on, I want the usual Chichi.¡± Chichi laughed, ¡°I¡¯m always here! I just couldn¡¯t get that off my mind since last night.¡± ¡°It¡¯s past now; God has taken care of-¡± She was interrupted, as a petite lady walked into the room. The lady¡¯s outfit gave the ¡®obvious¡¯ impression that she was the chief bridesmaid of the event. She stood akimbo, wearing an offensive pout, and then she swung her Malaysian hair proudly to her shoulder, looking stern and defiant. ¡°Oh! Not again.¡± She pursed her lips and shrugged. ¡°Caroline you are too preachy.¡± Then she put on a pretentious smile, ¡°No one is a sinner here.¡± Her phone beeped. She took a glance at her cell phone, and loudly exclaimed, ¡°Oh! My baby boy! Chuks, can¡¯t you even stay a moment without me? Oh!¡± She turned to both of them, ¡°The church is waiting.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Chichi said. Bisola, her chief bridesmaid forced a smile and went outside to receive her call. Chichi turned to Caroline, ¡°Bisola can be such a ¡®pain¡¯ at times. Do not give her much attention.¡± Caroline smiled and Chichi hugged her. ¡°I wonder where I would have been without a friend like you.¡± ¡°Come on, you can always be in Joseph¡¯s arms!¡± Caroline joked. The Bait CHAPTER THREE THE BAIT 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-I¡¯m just thinking- why did he-he nearly killed me- I just don¡¯t understand.¡¯¡¯ Bisola had been in Chichi¡¯s 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, I¡¯m counting on you to be spiritually and morally serious.¡± Bisola swallowed, ¡°Fine. I¡¯II do that. You know, maybe I¡¯m just loving the wrong person and getting troubled unnecessarily. Maybe you are right. I¡¯ve slept with a hundred men, maybe that¡¯s why I feel so fragmented- you know, inside of me. Maybe that¡¯s why I am so empty. I don¡¯t know, all these might be eating me up spiritually.¡¯¡¯ She dropped her cutleries in frustration. ¡®¡®¡­but I can¡¯t be you, Chichi! You know, you¡¯re the perfect one. You¡¯re married to the man of your dreams, a wonderful, fulfilled man like Joseph. You are never lonely, you¡¯re so talented in your ministry, and you¡¯re close to God and ¨Cyou will definitely be with God forever. Maybe, some people are just meant to be favoured...¡± she burst into tears, ¡°...cause I can¡¯t 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 you¡¯re ready.¡¯¡¯ While Bisola was still eating, Chichi took her last bite and emptied her fresh, honey ¨Csweetened, 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 Jezy¡¯s 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 I¡¯m crazy about you.¡¯ or its not, ¡®I¡¯ve 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. Don¡¯t 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? I¡¯m 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 it¡¯s not sex these days, it barely sells. To all inferior brats, be a bad chick like me.¡¯¡¯ She pouted. ¡°You know, sometimes, you¡¯ve 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 that¡¯s how we pay our bills. I don¡¯t really care if it¡¯s moral or not, my fans don¡¯t complain and they buy every CD. That is my lifestyle. You know, it¡¯s 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 that¡¯s 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-it¡¯s time to tell the whole world that not all girls would end up marrying fine - looking pastors. When it¡¯s 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], I¡¯m 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. It¡¯s an IRS designer collection and we¡¯ll get each dress at four million dollars, each. It¡¯s a lot, but it¡¯s worth it. I hope you all aware that after this, I¡¯m 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. It¡¯s all about doing something different, to help your intellectual and spiritual growth and I¡¯ll 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 doesn¡¯t really matter what we do. I still have numerous relationships not bound by marriage, but it doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯ll 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, we¡¯ve got thousands-millions of religions and they are all ways to heaven, don¡¯t mind John 14:16 that says Jesus is the way and the truth and the life, that¡¯s 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; He¡¯s 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 -they¡¯re just lies. Lastly, Christianity is by faith, so you don¡¯t 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 Bisola¡¯s 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 didn¡¯t want to become the ¡®Born- again¡¯ type. Cassandra said she had seen Jesus several times, but she wasn¡¯t like Chichi, so Chichi could be wrong. While Bisola was thinking of this, she didn¡¯t realise when she fell into a deep sleep. Sweet Orchid Hotel, Roseville, London. Joseph unbuttoned his shirt and sighed. Today¡¯s 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 Bisola¡¯s 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. ¡°I¡¯m fine sir. Can I come in?¡± He wanted to make her wait so he could put on some clothes, but since he didn¡¯t 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 didn¡¯t 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? Don¡¯t 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. Joseph¡¯s mind wandered again to what happened at the glorious service. It was so miraculous, he couldn¡¯t even explain it. He was about to ask Martha why she wasn¡¯t 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 didn¡¯t 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 she¡¯s so beautiful. Actually, Joseph hadn¡¯t 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. I¡¯ve always loved you, don¡¯t you think-¡¯¡¯ ¡®¡¯Look,¡¯¡¯ he started; raising his voice, ¡°I AM MARRIED, I CAN¡¯T 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. ¡°Don¡¯t you love me? Don¡¯t 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; you¡¯re the finest man in the world. Forget about Chichi. I love you, I need you. Please baby, I¡¯ve 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 don¡¯t do this to me. You¡¯ll destroy my ministry, you¡¯ll ruin my image, you¡¯ll-¡¯¡¯ ¡°Ssshh, I love you. That¡¯s more important.¡± She moved so close to him and was now breathing heavily on him. He couldn¡¯t even push her off; he was just like a shadow. He didn¡¯t 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.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. David hills, Aja, Lagos, Nigeria. This is too good to be true? D**n! Bisola was going through a CD collection at a shopping mall. She could see Chichi¡¯s ¡®face¡¯ on almost every CD cover! Chichi was a very influential songstress. Chichi had left their home, some minutes ago and Bisola in boredom, strolled to this shopping mall. She was indeed surprised, at the success of her friend. She was becoming jealous. ¡°I didn¡¯t even know that Chichi -¡± She was interrupted by a certain ¡®sound¡¯ at the mall. She turned behind, to see an excited crowd had gathered at a television stand in the shopping mall. Bisola stood still in amazement. A beautiful lady tapped her from behind, ¡°Aren¡¯t you going-this is the most watched event in the world, right now.¡± Bisola followed the lady. The crowd was really ¡®staggering¡¯, it was obvious that no one was interested in shopping anymore. Bisola asked a smiling, white woman what the excitement was about. The lady, who was with a toddler, appeared shocked at first, but she later replied, ¡°This is a recap of last week¡¯s World Wide Worship - Chichi Adams will soon perform.¡± On display, was a futuristic stage. The thrilled crowd clapped and made a joyful noise. The MC made a brief introduction; ¡°Now we¡¯ll like to call on a virtuous woman, one the world now celebrates; we bring to you, Chichi!¡± Bisola saw her friend mount the altar in a glittering gown. Chichi held the microphone confidently, ¡°I really have to bless God for making me present tonight, for this wonderful programme. Actually, this is my first time performing here and you know, I can feel the glory of God in this place, HALLELUYAH!¡± The crowd shouted in response. Bisola could see people in the mall clapping also.Chichi motioned the whole world to lift their hands and sing from the spirit, and then she started the song; What can wash my sins away? Nothing but the blood of Jesus¡­¡­¡­.. The vocals tripped Bisola off. She was dazed. Bisola saw people getting healed and delivered-even people at the mall! Bisola walked out of the shopping mall, green with envy. Bisola was in her room now, all alone. Just then, her cell phone buzzed. She picked up her ¡®new¡¯ cell phone. Then she received a call, while laying on the bed- it was Jake Weaver. ¡°Hello.¡± ¡°Oh, how are you doing?¡± The husky voice replied. ¡°Oh Jake, so you got my text?¡¯¡¯ ¡°Yeah. What happened to your phone?¡± ¡°It fell into the toilet bowl.¡± She lied, ¡®¡®¡­It¡¯s damaged, completely damaged.¡± ¡°Sorry about that. How is my little girl doing?¡± ¡°She¡¯s fine and how¡¯s big cousin doing?¡¯¡¯ ¡°Cool. I would be going back to the UK on Monday.¡¯¡¯ ¡°So soon? Come on, why?¡± ¡°It is business dear, but you know I am troubled-Annie Dollar has left the music industry.¡± ¡°What? Why? How?¡¯¡¯ ¡°That b**h thinks she can just make so much money with my help and leave. She put me in a tight corner now!¡± ¡°Calm down.¡± ¡°F**k her! Damn her! Now how do I appease her huge fan base? She even threatened to go to the press and tell the world about our underground, cloning centre and my secret affair with Sasha Zolanski. She wouldn¡¯t make me a loser in this game. I¡¯ll kill her, I swear.¡± ¡°But why did she leave like that?¡± ¡°Skinny b***h says she¡¯s tired of all the manipulation in the music industry and that she has found Jesus.¡± ¡®¡®Really?¡¯¡¯ ¡°I give you my word, I¡¯ll kill her. I am supposed to make a million dollar off her tonight at a club in Rwanda, now she¡¯s making me lose money. B***h! I aint gonna forgive her. I¡¯ll kill her. You know I was thinking of using someone to replace her.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t understand.¡± ¡°I¡¯m short of singers. I need a sweet sounding whore I can use to make up for that stinking b***h¡¯s vocals. She¡¯s the only one with real, natural vocals. The others use auto tunes, pitch shifters and all kinds of technical manipulation, even in their so called ¡®live¡¯ stages. I can¡¯t afford to just let that go, I need one who has an exceptional vocal quality, I don¡¯t know who brainwashed that girl ¨Cd**n!.¡± ¡°Cousin, I think I have a friend.¡± ¡°F**king awesome! Where in hell can I meet her? ¡°Look, leave that to me. I would get her for you. She¡¯s quite popular here as a gospel singer y¡¯ know-¡±. He cut in, ¡°My d**n spirit tells me that girl is called Chichi Adams.¡± Bisola blinked, ¡°When did you get spiritual cousin? ¡°We all do the masonry stuff at times, gives our b***hes more attention. So if you gonna get this girl do something bad, to put her in our web, I¡¯m gonna offer you a million dollars.¡¯¡¯ ¡°Oh my! Oh my! Oh!¡± Bisola was excited. ¡°¡­Leave it to me, I¡¯m a bad girl remember.¡¯¡¯ ¡°Yeah! Bad girl, just let me know when you¡¯ve got the girl. Love you.¡¯¡¯ The line went dead Chichi Adams drove to her apartment. She had just gone to minister at a university; she was told THE youths about God and educated them on morality. One girl had asked; ¡°I watched a popular television show and it said a female should learn to empower herself with concepts like sexuality, then beauty strategies like plastic surgery. Do you think it is right? She answered carefully, ¡°I don¡¯t think a woman acting OVERSEXED; can do anything but destroy her integrity. You know it is high time, women knew their role in the society. Let us live the true LIFE. I think many feminists are misguided, sexuality it¡¯s confined to marriage. You are respected and loved by your husband once you are submissive and it IS worth it, but telling everyone you¡¯re available to be experimented upon-that you¡¯re a sex engine through your clothing, acts and speech, it makes you cheap and WORTHLESS. Many girls who would do anything to get beauty, often times end up in the hot flames of fire. God, when He created you, gave you all the pleasantness He requires of you; YOUR complexion, lip colour, lash length, hair type, and everything that you were made with were intentional. It is now your RESPONSIBILITY to maintain it, not to undo it. I spend time and money on my skin, hair and clothes, but I do it the natural way. Plastic surgery IS caused by inferiority and self-pity. When you hate the way you look, the devil laughs out loud and says; ¡®She doesn¡¯t know what she¡¯s worth!¡¯ Our new agenda is TO manipulate her!¡± Another question that caught her interest, was the one asked by a handsome, young man: ¡°Madam, do you have any idea on how one can KILL an addiction to video games, porn and the social media. Also is there anything really wrong with THIS IDEA; LIFE IS ALL ABOUT MAKING GOOD MONEY. She answered, ¡°Well, let¡¯s talk about my past. I spent my early years in High school, masturbating. When I tried to stop, it got worse, what you need to kill any addiction is spending more time in God¡¯s presence and aggressive prayers. When you surrender all to God, you are above your weaknesses and you live in His STRENGTH.¡± All the students stood up and applauded. Chichi continued, ¡°Secondly, if everybody had that mentality [Life is all about making good money], we will all be ¡®dead¡¯ by now. You know, greed will kill us all.¡± Everybody burst into laughter .She laughed too. Then she continued, ¡°We all have something great, the world wants to see. Money is a good Thing, but everyone should start by: living the true life-finding all the talents And gifts Inside of you, trusting GOD and working hard, then SUCESS would run after you.¡± The students applauded. It was a nice outing. She sang for them the song she composed a night before; ¡®I Surrender ¡¯. She turned off the engine, clutched her purse, locked her automatic car and walked towards the door. It took two minutes for Bisola to open the door. When Bisola did, she looked quite teary eyed. Chichi was worried, ¡°My dear are you okay?¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± she said forcing a smile. ¡°¡­welcome.¡± Chichi knew everything was not okay. She dropped her purse at the centre table and turned to Bisola. ¡°Cheer up. Let me have my shower¡±. She sighed and disappeared out of the sitting room. Bisola sat on the sofa, after taking Chichi¡¯s purse. She smirked as she emptied the contents from the purse. Bisola bit her lip, ¡°You are a bad a**, Lady B.¡± Bisola seized her best friend¡¯s cell phone. Then she quickly typed a composed message after switching on the phone: Sweetie, I¡¯m so sorry that my phone has been switched off for days now. I¡¯ve been on the prayer ground since September 4th. I got a revelation about you falling down a well so I knew I had to do something. So from now on my phone would be switched off till we meet again. I also had a dream about Bisola -she¡¯s a witch. I¡¯ve cut her off a long time ago. Love you sweetie, don¡¯t bother calling. Bisola put on a devilish smile and sent the text message, and then she deleted the report. She placed every item into the purse gently and put it back on the centre table. After some minutes, Chichi walked in and sat beside Bisola. Bisola started crying. Chichi looked worried. ¡°Bisola, what¡¯s the problem?¡± ¡°I was just thinking about my life while I was alone. I now understand that there¡¯s really nothing in this world. Everything in this world is foolishness.¡¯¡¯ Chichi nodded. ¡°Yes dear.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve decided,¡¯¡¯ Bisola turned to Chichi, her eyes were blood shot. ¡°¡­to give my life to Christ,¡± she lay on Chichi¡¯s shoulder, crying harder. ¡°Let¡¯s pray.¡± As they held hands to pray, she felt something in her spirit. It was weird, but she felt Bisola was lying. She nearly stopped, but something kept urging her to continue and she obeyed that voice. ¡°Father, I am a sinner¡­¡± September 15. Chichi lay on her bed troubled. She felt so weak in her spirit. She stretched. For the past five days now, Chichi had not really prayed, she was always tired. She couldn¡¯t even read her bible anymore. She could not feel connected anymore. Why was she not even feeling the need to connect and get deeper in the faith? The words flashed in her view, now more distinctly; Be careful for nothing. In the living room, Bisola dialled her cousin, Jake¡¯s number.. He spoke first, ¡®¡®Hello, whore.¡¯¡¯ ¡°Hi, pimp. I¡¯ve tried the weakening spell on the doll- exactly how you told me to do it; the three lit candles and the powerful mantra. You know, I never believed in this ¡°Voodoo thing¡±. I thought it was all bunkers until I tried it five days ago. I swear, it worked. I¡¯ve not even heard her prayers again,¡¯¡¯ she looked around and lowered her voice to whisper. ¡°¡­she¡¯s not even serious with God anymore, I love this Jake. Magic is from SATAN, himself. You know, I feel powerful and on top of my world, send me more spells please.¡¯¡¯ ¡°Yeah. I¡¯m the real devil. Jake CREATED it all.¡±He laughed, ¡°I am kidding. I¡¯ve got tons of them. I will get some fine ones to you through your email. Abracadabra .Let¡¯s keep on with the witch hunt, whore. Happy HALLOWEEN.¡± ¡°Love you Bad boy. We live in our fairy-tale world; witches and warlocks.¡± ¡°B***h what would you like for this CHRISTMAS AND next year¡¯s VALENTINE?¡± Bisola paused to think. Then she responded excitedly, ¡°I need more money.¡± ¡°I knew it! I will give you two of my houses at Miami and a blank cheque, when you get the job done.¡± The line went dead. Bisola sighed. She felt so happy. Now she thought of plan B. Sweet Orchid Hotel, Roseville, London. Joseph shut his window and put off the light. He had just prayed for four hours, non-stop. He was doing prayer challenge, [he was increasing his prayer time by twenty minutes each day]. .He was really doing well. Just then, the scene of Martha - about five days ago, flashed in his memory. He remembered how he ran out, with no clothes on him. He was fortunate that a male hotel attendant was at the stair way and surprisingly, he was with a kitchen towel alongside his silver tray. The ¡®shocked¡¯ hotel attendant gave him the towel and asked him what happened. When he briefed the middle aged man about the scene, the man in a smile, shook him for his bravery and said, ¡°Thousands-millions of men would have seized this odd opportunity to mess up. I thank God that today, I¡¯ve seen MAN.¡± He also apologized for the receptionist¡¯s wrong doing-for not calling him to let him know he was expecting a visit. He sounded as if Martha gave her tip to act that way. He never knew the devil was capable using anyone to tempt you. The hotel attendant acted so kindly and took him to an empty store room. He also promised to check his room to make sure the ¡®whore¡¯ was out and he did just that. Now, Joseph wondered why he ¡®disbelieved¡¯ the message, which was ¡®supposedly¡¯ sent by Chichi. He just knew it was a forged text. Was Chichi lying? Or was someone else handling her phone? He was a little bothered about ¡®these¡¯ things, before he fell asleep on the king sized bed. David Hills, Aja, Lagos, Nigeria. Chichi turned to her side and was surprised at what she was seeing. Bisola was sitting on the bed in an unusual way. She also wore a devilish grin. The lights were turned off. What chichi could hear was the sound of splattering rain and fierce thunder. Chichi frowned at Bisola, what was she trying to? Now, Chichi could see that Bisola had something in her hands and she was lifting it up. She could not really ¡®decipher¡¯ what it was. Bisola¡¯s face was contorting into a bizarre scowl. Now Chichi could see it clearly- the moonlight reflected on its shiny surface. Chichi tried to scream, but Bisola covered her mouth tightly and Chichi saw the sharp knife in Bisola¡¯s clutch sinking into her heart. Chichi woke up from the terrible dream. Perspiration beaded on her forehead. She was panting now in fear and confusion. ¡°Oh Lord!¡± She exclaimed. One thing was sure; this was definitely not just a dream but a ¡®divine revelation¡¯ Wounded CHAPTER 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 couldn¡¯t 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, ¡®¡®I¡¯ve been a fool.¡¯¡¯ Chichi turned off the engine. She had decided to attend today¡¯s weekly service, since she had foolishly missed last week¡¯s 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 didn¡¯t 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 couldn¡¯t 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 didn¡¯t 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 didn¡¯t even look at her face. ¡°Sorry. I didn¡¯t let you know earlier, I¡¯m going to see the Pastor¡± ¡°Really,¡± Bisola smiled. ¡®¡®¡­I¡¯ll 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. ¡®¡®It¡¯s alright, you can go. Remember we didn¡¯t 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 Chichi¡¯s mind, she couldn¡¯t help asking herself; What¡¯s wrong with that dirty b***h? C hichi was at the Pastor¡¯s office now. It was a quite amazing that she didn¡¯t 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 I¡¯m 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 didn¡¯t even let her speak, ¡°Dear, how¡¯s your husband, Joseph? I saw him on TV last week.¡± He smiled. Now on his seat, he fondled his ball point pen. ¡°¡­He¡¯s such a great man. God really is using him, mmmh -and I¡¯ve 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, I¡¯ve gotten it, but I¡¯ve got some headache, bitch¡¯s not going down the way she¡¯s 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 girl¡¯s getting on my nerves. She put on a strange attitude this morning. She¡¯s freaking out. Mr Celeb: My Muse tells me the b***h has gotten got a revelation. We¡¯ve got TO ACT fast, we aint gonna lose such tool-she¡¯ll bring in lots of money. She¡¯s 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 bitch¡¯s got vocals. F**k you if you don¡¯t 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, you¡¯re talking too much. We both know she IS SO gullible and you are a SINFUL devil, LOL. Let¡¯s even forget her. Joseph is so thick- skinned! You know, all the spells failed. I just don¡¯t know what to do. Mr Celeb: Let¡¯s try and manipulate his dream life. Bisorlah : Are you¡¯re sure this would work? Mr Celeb: I swear this is the highest grade spell. It¡¯s 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 can¡¯t do without that them. Mr Celeb: Yeah, LoL. Get that b***h girl, I¡¯ll 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 that¡¯s what happened.¡± The pastor nodded, placing a hand to his chin. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. ¡°You came at the right time.¡± Chichi pursed her lips, ¡°Pastor, I feel bewitched- I don¡¯t know, but that girl has done something to my spiritual life, I don¡¯t even know if she¡¯s 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 don¡¯t 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 doesn¡¯t matter who, what matters is your compliance. Are you ready to pray and obey? ¡°I¡¯ve got no option.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s 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 it¡¯s the Holy Spirit or your imagination? Come on! You just woke up from a deep sleep. You can¡¯t tell, your brain¡¯s 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, you¡¯re going back in three days¡¯ time. Do you want to meet your darling wife, fasting? Remember, she¡¯ll be expecting you to come well packaged, You won go there like dry fish, think, man! Chop bele full. It¡¯s 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 hadn¡¯t used it. In fact, it was a gift from Chichi on their recent anniversary. How could it be missing? He hadn¡¯t 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! David hills, Aja, Lagos, Nigeria. Chichi rang the doorbell, but there was no answer, even after fifteen minutes. She sighed heavily. Chichi, after the prayers had her lunch in an eatery beside the church-she wasn¡¯t sure if Bisola had put ¡®something¡¯ in the food. Stooping down to see what was bulging under the floor mart, she found the bunch of keys which lay under the floor mart, with a folded paper .She tried unfolding the paper and saw it was a letter. Chichi stood up, grabbed her bag and opened the door. After shutting it behind her, she sat on the sofa and inquisitively read the letter. To my sister, friend and Bestie. I write this letter, with a great burden in my heart. At each word, I feel tears about to run down my cheeks. You know, I can¡¯t thank you enough for introducing Christ to me. What could have ever healed me but knowing Christ? I walked out not because I wanted to, but I had to. God had been telling me to be careful ever since, but you know -I have to confess; Seven days ago, I left the door opened and went to get pizza from the pizza shop. I thought locking the door wasn¡¯t so necessary-you know, nothing frightens me-I wouldn¡¯t spend so much time there. Surprisingly, I saw our neighbour in the house when I got back. That old deserted woman, who loves satan, walked out from your room-I challenged her but I knew she had done something in there. I just want you to be okay and pray harder against her. She looked as though, she was casting spell on you. Anyway, I¡¯m on my way to the deliverance ground to pray about this too. With our prayers, may we conquer any satanic spell cast by that witch? Love you. Chichi knew Bisola was only creating a fake plot, as an excuse to her running away. Their prayers back at the pastor¡¯s office must have chased her out. Chichi smiled, but another thought came to her mind. What if it¡¯s true? Sweet Orchid Hotel, London. Joseph awoke in fear. He was panting and profusely sweating. His dream terrified him. He looked at his mobile it was one am. He was surprised; why did he not wake up to pray -why did he sleep like a baby? His mind soon reflected back to the heavy meal he ate some hours ago. The sight of the dream was frightening and shocking! He kept on saying to himself, ¡°This can¡¯t be true.¡± He had just dreamt that Chichi and Bisola were having sexual intercourse on his own bed! He sighed. How could that be possible? He felt so terrible. This is impossible. He tried to reach for his bible, but he felt a hand grab him and prevent him. All of a sudden, he started hearing strange, demonic noises in the room. He just lay there on the bed for an hour unable to move, speak or think, for he was ¡®trapped¡¯. He was almost lifeless. Then a light came from above and the strange noises died down. It was then, he said, ¡°Jesus¡± in his mind, since he couldn¡¯t use his lips. After he did that, the strange presence left, Joseph was scared. This was his first near-successful attack in more than fifteen years now. This meant trouble. He motioned to pray, when a deep sleep fell upon him.