No one can accuse me of any wrong doing. After all, there was nothing wrong with what I said two weeks ago at the parish. It was the kind of things Priests like myself and Pastors were expected to do - help the needy; place poor kids on scholarship and even foot hospital bills for those who cannot afford to. So I was only toeing in that line when I asked every young teen between the ages of 18 and 21 in the church, who needed a little vacation job, to apply through Deacon Agbo. Since I would be needing someone to regularly cook, clean my house and office until Mr. Ignatius my housekeeper - who went to briefly be with his daughter that recently put to bed (he was a single parent); returned from his visit, I had to throw the 'job' offer open to young teenagers in the church. I felt it was a good way of assisting one of them and helping him understand he could earn benefits if he works hard. I was going to pay whoever it finally turned out to be on a weekly basis and he was going to use the guest bedroom downstairs, at the Rectory where I lived - at least, until his services weren't needed anymore. The only requirements was that he had to have the fear of god and the diligence to do the little chores he would be required to do, such as cooking and cleaning. And of course, it had to be a male, for obvious reasons.

She was the only girl who applied for the position among over 25 applications Deacon Agbo received and Mirabel which she told me her name was, was equally the youngest! She was exactly 18 years and 2 weeks old. And was getting set to write her entrance matriculation examination into the University. She was so young and innocent that she felt not even a tad of embarrassment or shame telling me, during my interview with her, that she wasn't a virgin anymore! That was after I had asked her if she was already a member of the 'Daughters of Trichet' - our parish society for young virgin girls who are dedicated to giving alms and showing mercy to the community. It shocked me quite significantly, as to how she could so easily reveal that to me. But it also explained in a very glaring way, that she was still very innocent and naive. Of course, I already had my rules and it included that I wasn't going to consider any other persons outside the 'male and destitute' bracket. But the later, was why I even had to invite her for an interview. Part of the application requirement was to explain to the deacon why you needed the 'vacation job' and the deacon explained to me that she said her parents won't be able to pay for her coming exams; so she had to apply. That was what attracted the sympathy. And she was seating with me at my office Monday morning.


During our two-hour-plus chat, I got to know more about Mirabel. While she was still very young and probably gullible, I could still attribute some of her personal challenges to her parents. Most especially, her mother. While we spoke, she explained how her poor mum would leave home for several days in search of willing potential clients she could do menial jobs for. Her dad was a paralytic and had been retrenched out of a job since Mirabel was 10. She had to grow up mostly without the close attention of her mum and with little or no attention from her sick father either. She struggled through Secondary school and had to finish two years older than usual. I had to blame her mum for the avoidable problems because Mirabel told me that her mum's younger sister who had recently secured a Federal job began offering her the old shop where she used to sell female shoes, knowing she wasn't going to be continuing with the business. But her mum refused the free offer, out of sheer ego - she wasn't comfortable continuing with a business her younger sister had 'just left'. Her ego apparently put them through very difficult times and it seriously affected Mirabel's growing up. She was disvirgined by a late Deacon who I happen to know very well. And that was after her parents had to hand her over to him for care when they couldn't just feed her and the little brother anymore. The seeming absence of a mother's attention was telling on her. Even the way she sat in my office that morning (she couldn't sit with your legs pressed together for once), showed she missed a thing or two in the 'how to be a girl' grooming classes.

...she couldn't sit with your legs pressed together for once...


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