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romanus455:
i am a ghostreader,i love this story,a tragic start story,it makes me glue to my phone, thumps up shewrite

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AvatarMode:
Amazing work, writer. Kudos...update please..

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prettieO:
It will be very bad of me if i did not acknowledge this 1daful piece of work
very touching and interesting story u've got der ma'am
can't wait 4u 2update d nxt chapter...

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OlufemiWhit:
Update!!!!! Please dis wait is too long

still typing the next update ... nepa and gen failure not helping... pls apply patience ...

loverboi97:
I Hate Love Stories But Thumbs Up SHEWRITES

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ftosino:
i hope she holds on to her new redemption. abeg where d mechnic dey na.

The mechanic is at home.

His episode is near...

Truth001:
Nice one shewrites, pls continue. I can't wait to know what happened next....... Carrying a seat.

Am still typing the next episode, amidst other works...

Abeg apply patience ...

badohemmy:
Trust me SheWrites, u killed this episode. Thanks jàré

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Warfibabe:
em.. she writes, at the risk of sounding like a siren! ... wow... wow... wow...

u killed this episode sha.

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afolabiwunmi:
waoooooo so interesting joooooooooooooooooooo, Weldon shewrites

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tijehi:
She writes, pls bring back the mechanic. I don't understand this Chidi's moves abeg.

Hahahaha... the mechanic is at home...

Dont worry, his scene is close by...

sirvictor21:
Wot an epic ....kip it up

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mofy1:
Tnx for keeping to your word. E-hug.

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CHAPTER TEN

Edua drove her black Lexus Jeep to the bungalow behind the church, Pastor Victory’s home. She killed the engine and got down from the car. She dialed the number that he gave her and waited.

“Hello Edua.”

“Pastor, I am standing right outside your gate.”

“Really? Isn’t it too late for a cordial visit? It is almost midnight.”

“I know, but, I have been thrown out of my own house,” she leaned against the car. She felt exhausted.

“Your house?”

“Technically, it is mine,” she scratched a spot on her elbow.

She heard him laugh. “Okay, okay, I am coming out.”

“All right sir,” she hung up and sighed with relief.

About ten minutes later, the Pastor came out of the house and unlocked the gate.

“What happened?” he surveyed the environment and came to stand by the vehicle.

“Alhaji Bature came by this evening and threw me out. We sort of had an argument,” she explained.

He nodded with understanding, “The warfare has begun.”

She sighed heavily, “I… I don’t have anywhere else to go at the moment.”

He smiled, “Don’t worry. You can stay in my guest room for the night. Tomorrow morning, we will put our heads together and plan a way forward.”

She broke into a smile, “Thank you sir.”

He patted the bonnet of the car, “Is this yours?”

“Yes sir.”

He met her confident gaze, “Technically?”

She laughed, “No, I bought it with my own money.”

“Okay, nice. Let me open the gate so that you can drive in.”

“Thank you sir,” she sighed in relief and got back into the vehicle.

Xxxxxx

She heard a knock on the door. She turned on her side, wondering who it was. She had not been able to sleep well the other night. She made a mental list of who she could stay with, but, she realized that everyone she knew wouldn’t agree to her new life in God. Every single person she called a friend lived a wild life. It wouldn’t benefit her to be around such people. The knocks on the door persisted.

“Come in.”

The door opened and a pretty brown skinned, average height lady walked in. Edua recognized her immediately. It was one of the Ushers at the church.

“Morning,” she approached the bed.

“Hi,” she sat up and smiled back at her.

“I am Chuka Chukwuka.”

She raised an eyebrow, “That rhymes.”

Chukka giggled and sat at the side of the bed.

“My name is Edua, Edua Imasogie.”

“Nice to meet you again,” she grinned.

“And you too,” Edua liked her. The lady was warm and friendly.

“Pastor Victory called me this morning, he said you needed a place to crash, for a while.”

She nodded quickly, “Yes, I so do.”

Chuka scratched an itchy spot on her nose, “I stay in the estate with my elder brother and my younger brother.”

Edua smiled, she had no idea how it felt having older or younger siblings. “I don’t have any brothers or sisters,” she said quietly.

She narrowed her curious gaze, “Are you an only child?”

“Yes and no. my twin brothers died before they were born,” thoughts of her late father flooded her mind.

“My goodness, I am so sorry,” Chuka felt sad for her. She had no idea what it felt like being an only child. She couldn’t imagine a life without her
brothers.

Edua cleared her throat, “It is okay. It was a long time ago.”

“Regardless…”

She nodded and turned towards the opened window. Rays of sunlight flowed into the cream painted room.

“I spoke with my brothers before I came here.”

She glanced at her.

“They are in agreement that you can stay with us for a while, as long as you sleep in my room.”

Edua started to laugh.

“Just joking,” she winked at her.

“I like your sense of humour.”

“I like you. You are pretty. Prettier than I am.”

Edua blushed, “Come on.”

“And you so fair, are you a half-caste?” her brown eyes twinkled with curiousity.

She chuckled and shook her head. “I am a full blown Nigerian.”

“Interesting, you’ve got good skin.”

Edua just smiled. It took a lot of money and time to get her skin to where it was at the present. She frequented spas and beauty shops like every other day.

“I am ready when you are,” Chuka looked around, hoping to see her luggage.

“Okay. My things are in the car.”

Chuka glanced back at her in surprise, “You have a car?”

“Yes…”

“I am loving you right now,” she got down from the bed.

She raised an eyebrow, wondering what the excitement was about.

“My elder brother is selfish when it comes to his Hyundai.”

Edua smiled, “Well, you know, men and their cars are like…”

“Husband and wife,” Chuka completed the statement.

“Exactly,” she chimed in.

They both burst into laughter. Edua got down from the bed and strode out of the room with her new friend. They met the pastor and his wife in
the sitting room. She thanked them and left the building with Chuka.

“Is this your car?” Chuka touched the black Lexus jeep.

“Yes.”

“God of heaven and earth! This is a Lexus jeep,” her eyes widened, she glanced at her new friend, “My brothers will die and go to heaven when they see this vehicle.”

Edua laughed and shook her head.

“They will turn green with envy. Can I drive?”

She shrugged, “If you want to.”

“Yippee!” Chuka collected the car keys and raced to the driver’s seat.

Edua climbed into the car and closed the door.

“How come you don’t have a place to stay?” Chuka started the engine.

She cleared her throat. She debated on her mind how much information she should reveal. “Well, em… my ex threw me out.”

“Live in lover?” she drove out of the compound.

“Not really, he paid for the place. I broke up with him and he kicked me out.”

“Messy break up,” she drove along the not so busy street.

“You can say that again.”

“Don’t worry,” she glanced at her and returned her focus to the road, “God will open another door.”

“Amen to that sister,” she leaned against the leather seat.

“Hope he isn’t the one that bought the car for you.”

Edua laughed, “Thank God, no.” Edua remembered when she bought the vehicle. It was during her service year while she pimped out corpers to money bags in the society.

Chuka sighed with relief. She parked in front of a three-bedroom bungalow. “Welcome home.”

“Thanks.”

“Let’s meet my brothers first, then we can get your things inside.”

“Okay,” she felt a bit anxious. She hoped they were as friendly as their sister.

Chuka led her new friend into the house. There was no one in the sitting room. They found her brothers in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Introducing, Edua Imasogie, our new flat mate.”

The men waved at her and chorused, “Hi.”

“Hi. Thank you for letting me stay,” she looked from one brother to the other.

“You are welcome,” he approached her, “I am Chidi, the eldest,” he stretched out his right hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she shook his hand. Their gazes locked.

“And I am Chuks,” he came closer, but, her attention was fixed on his elder brother. Chuks glanced at Chuka. She winked at him. He turned back
to Edua who was still shaking hands with his elder brother and cleared his throat, thrice.

Chidi blinked and dropped her hand.

“Come,” Chuka intervened and grabbed her friend’s hand, “Let’s check our room, then we can get your things.

“Okay,” she followed her out of the kitchen.

Chidi’s gaze followed them. Chuks noticed.

“Bros…”

“Shut up,” he returned to the pot on the gas cooker.

Chuks began to laugh, “I haven’t said anything.”

“And you don’t need to,” he eyed his younger brother.

“Bros, ehn… ehn that girl, are we sure she isn’t Mammy water?”

Chidi glared at him.

“I am just saying…” Chuks explained.

Chuka and Edua returned to the kitchen.

“We need help. This babe’s load got K-leg.”

Chuks began to laugh again.

“Let’s go,” Chidi closed the lid of the pot and marched out.

Edua sighed with relief and followed him.

“If you see Mammy water ooooh, never ever run away, eeeh! Never ever run away…” Chuks began to sing an old song.

Chuka punched him on the shoulder.

“Ouch!” he eyed his elder sister.

“Wetin dey do you?”

“That girl is too fine to be human. She is too fair to be normal.”

She pointed a warning finger at him, “Behave yourself,” she eyed him and strode out.

Chuks followed her out of the building, whistling the song.

Xxxxxx

About an hour later, Edua and Chuka lay on the bed in their room, completely exhausted.

“Why did you buy so much clothes?” she turned her head and stared at her new friend.

Edua glanced back at her, “Honestly, I have no idea. I guess I love to shop.”

“You need to donate some of your clothes.”

She nodded in agreement, “I am contemplating that…” she looked away. She wouldn’t need half of her clothes now that she had decided to turn a new leaf and follow God hook, line and sinker.

“I am not as tall as you are, neither am I as busty…”

Edua smiled at her warmly, “I am sure you will find a lot of clothes that fit you perfectly.”

Chuka grinned with delight, “I hope so. I have a feeling that we are going to enjoy living together.”

“Me too,” she shared her enthusiasm.

Both of them giggled.

Chuka turned and lay on her tummy, “I think my elder brother is attracted to you.”

Edua blinked, processing the information. The image of Chidi flashed through her mind’s eye.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice the way he was staring at you.”

Her friend shrugged. She didn’t want to be presumptuous. She was a very beautiful lady and many men had been attracted to her.

“Chidi likes you. I can tell.”

Edua rolled her eyes, “I don’t think so. He might just be admiring my looks,” she lay on her side.

Chuka punched her on the shoulder.

“Ouch!” her light brown eyes widened in surprise. “What was that for?”

Chuka started to laugh.

“You need to start acting like a lady,” she eyed her and rubbed the aching muscle.

She laughed harder, “Sorry your majesty, I grew up with boys.”

“You have no excuse young woman,” she hissed.

“Then teach me how to be womanly, my lady,” Chuka imitated a Southern Londoner accent.

Both girls burst out in laughter. They heard knocks on the door. The door opened slightly and Chuks popped his head in.

“Babe, that car of yours is something else.”

Edua sat up and looked at him, “Thanks.”

Chuks came in, “Is your father wealthy, an oil magnet, business guru or what?” he stood by the foot of the bed.

Chidi walked in and stood by the door way.

Edua chuckled, “He was into the transportation business. He is late now.”

“Oh! I am so sorry.”

Chuka sat up quickly, “Don’t tell me that your mum is late too,” she placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder.

Edua shook her head, “She is alive and kicking.”

“Thank God,” she sighed with relief. “I am not a fan of sad stories; they make me teary.”

“Sorry about your dad,” Chidi stared at her directly.

“Thanks,” Edua stared right back at him.

Chuks cleared his throat thrice. “Is the car your inheritance or…”

“Chuks!” his siblings chorused in outrage.

Edua smiled at him. She didn’t mind his inquisitive tendencies.

“What?!” he eyed his elder brother and sister.

“Well…” Edua cleared her throat, “I bought the car with my own money.”

They all stared at her in amazement.

She fidgeted under their gaze, “I am not proud of the way I made the money.”

Chuks raised an eyebrow, “Drug trafficking?”

She shook her head, “It was nothing illegal.”

Chidi sighed with relief, “Chuka said a messy break-up got you stranded and homeless.”

She looked up to meet his calm eyes. “Yes. True. I could have gone to my mum’s place, but…” she began to shake her head. Her mother’s place
was the last place she wanted to be.

“Let me guess, she is domineering and controlling,” Chuks supplied.

Edua nodded and smiled.

“All these rich people and their wahala,” Chuka hissed.

“You can stay with us for as long as you want.”

“Oh… thank you,” she smiled back at Chidi.

“I am also into the transportation business,” he said confidently.

“Wow…” Edua sized him up.

“I know that you have just broken up with your boyfriend, but, if you don’t mind, I will like to take you out tonight for dinner,” his expectant gaze
remained on her surprised face.

Chuka and Chuks exchanged glances, then turned to face Edua. She was as shocked as they were.

“Em… well…” she dropped her shy gaze, “I… I don’t mind.”

“Good, I will see you later then,” Chidi sauntered out of the room.

Edua let out a loud breath. Chuka was right after all. Her elder brother liked her.

“If you see Mammy water oooo, never, ever run away, eeeh!” Chuks began to sing and walked out.

“What are you going to wear?” excited Chuka held her friend’s hands.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you pick out something for me to wear?”

“Yippee!” she jumped down from the bed.

Edua lay back on the bed. Several thoughts ran through her mind. Was it wise to begin another relationship with someone else? She had just re-dedicated her life to God. She had just started her life afresh. She closed her eyes. It was just dinner. She would zero her mind and have a good time. But, what if he asked her out? She opened her eyes. She liked him. What was she thinking? She doesn’t even know him. He knew nothing about her either. She had an undesirable past. What if he couldn’t handle it? She cleared her thoughts and tried not to think. She would take things slowly, a day at a time.

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IamOlusa:
After watching few of Toastmaster International Videos on youtube, my orientation changed, i fell deeply in love with the power of words, the main ideas that has been running tro and fro my mind was to change people's life with the power word.
I believe one can have the right word to change someone lifes but when spoken wrongly, it leaves them chattered and scattered.
PS: I need the proficient writers on nairaland to teach me how to pen down every piece of my ideas that hit the reader where it will help me and how to speak eloquently in public.
How do I speak and make people to listen?
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Cc : Shewrites and Co.
Help me.

First things first... pick up a pen and a paper and pour out your ideas.

One at a time, expand these ideas...

Leave grammar for now... you can always edit when you are done.

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Olive4:
wow... this is great

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akon5002:
Nice update Shewrite, the story is making meaning now. I pray for Beauty to give all and embrace Jesus. May God send help her way and may she be rooted in the faith. Though the story is fiction, there are many people who are hurting just like Beauty, may they receive healing from above and may the joy of genuine salvation be their portion in Jesus name. Amen (@dupsai so sorry for the mix up quote "Amen" is my reaction to your beautifully crafted words)

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dupsai:
Nice update Shewrite, the story is making meaning now. I pray for Beauty to give all and embrace Jesus. May God send help her way and may she be rooted in the faith. Though the story is fiction, there are many people who are hurting just like Beauty, may they receive healing from above and may the joy of genuine salvation be their portion in Jesus name.

Amen!!!

Enjoy!

Have a favoured new week -winks-

CHAPTER NINE

She woke up tired and terribly worn out. It had been a very crazy weekend for her. She got out of bed, strode to the kitchen, made herself toast and beverage, went to the sitting room, sat in front of her 50’ plasma television and ate while she watched the soap opera on the Telemundo channel. Instinctively, she glanced at the wall clock. It was past six in the evening. She could spend the rest of the day indoors, or take a stroll. She liked walking round the Estate. It helped her to clear her mind and distract her from her depressing thoughts. She finished the meal, switched off the T.V set, walked to the kitchen, dropped the plate and the mug in the sink and returned to her bedroom. She opened the wardrobe and changed into a cream short-sleeve blouse, blue jeans and a pair of white and black Adidas snickers. She brushed her shoulder length feathers styled braid, applied a light make up and headed out. She locked the front door, walked to the gate, opened it, stepped out and locked it.
Dolphin Estate was pretty large, but she had been to every single street. She took a right turn, with slow calculative steps, she walked on. The church at the junction had its lights on. It was a Monday and they rarely had services on such days. She reasoned that it was probably a special programme. The music coming from the place soothed her disrupted mind. Unable to stop herself, she walked into Jesus’ Lovers Ministry International. The hall was parked. It was her first time in the church auditorium. She had passed by the building several times, but, never ventured in.

She took a seat at the back row and refused to follow the Usher who wanted to take her to a seat in the middle row. She saw a group of people on the altar, about thirty, in red and gold robes, probably the choir, singing as if their lives depended on it. She had heard the song they were singing on One Cube channel. It was one of Michael W. Smith’s songs, ‘Healing Rain’. She liked the song. She saw a man in a black jacket, white shirt and black tie walking towards the altar. He was carrying a big sized book, definitely a bible. He was dark, tall and on the slim side. He took over the service, said a prayer, while the choir went back to their seats.

The man spoke about living in the grace of God through faith. He emphasized that with man’s physical strength, it was impossible and difficult, but, if one lean on God completely, in total trust, His strength is made perfect in a believer’s weaknesses.
Thirty minutes later, the service came to an end. The offering was collected, more music which she enjoyed, then a woman read the announcements and the congregation said the closing prayer together.

‘The grace of our lord Jesus Christ, the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit, be with us now and forever more, amen.’

She smiled. She still remembered the prayer. She made a mental note to frequent the church. On her way out of the auditorium, one of the Ushers stopped her and informed her that the Senior Pastor would like to see her. She almost laughed out loud. She didn’t know the man and had never met him before. The hall was big and spacious. How did he spot her from the crowd? She noticed that she wasn’t the only fair skinned person in the building. She decided to see the man and find out what he wanted. She followed the pretty brown skinned, average height lady out of the hall, down a corridor and into a room. There was a card on the door that read ‘Pastor’s Office’.

The dark six feet lanky man got up immediately when he saw her, “Evening my sister,” he stretched out his right hand.

She stepped forward and shook his hand, “Evening sir.”

The lady left them.

“Please sit down,” the man settled back on the black leather chair.

She took one of the seats at the desk.

“I believe that this is your first time here.”

She looked straight at him, “It is.”

“You are welcome,” he smiled broadly.

“Thank you.”

“I asked the Usher to bring you to me because, while I was preaching, God pointed you out among the congregation and instructed me to help you.”

She blinked and stared back at the man, “God?”

“Yes, God,” he nodded with confidence.

She started to laugh. She didn’t believe that God told him anything. She was very skeptic when it came to people who claimed to hear from God. The last time she attended church religiously was when her late father was alive. Where was God all those years she cried out to him to save her from the men her mother sold her to? He didn’t bother to rescue her. He definitely didn’t care about her. While he sat in the heavens and ruled, she lived on earth, finally in control of her own life.

“I know it sounds bizarre, but, I am telling you the truth,” his kind eyes remained on her doubtful face.

“I don’t believe you,” she eyed him.

“God told me some things about you,” he held her sarcastic gaze.

She raised an eyebrow.

“You were defiled at nine years.”

Her light brown eyes widened in shock. No one else except her mother knew that. Maybe it was a good guess. She folded her arms across her chest.

“You hate your mother because she gave you out to strange men in exchange for money.”

She swallowed hard and locked gazes with him. These weren’t wild guesses. She began to wonder if God truly spoke to him. Maybe, God did care about her after all.

He could discern that he had gotten her attention. He thanked God for the things he revealed to him. “How is Alhaji Bature?”

Her brows creased in a frown.

“Do you need me to go on?”

“No.”

“I can if you want me to. God said quite a lot about you.”

She leaned against the chair and watched him. It amazed her that God went out of his way to speak about her to a total stranger.

“God wants me to guide you out of the soothing darkness, where there is no pain, to a life full of light, love, joy, peace and purpose.”

She gasped, blinked and exhaled loudly. The soothing darkness was a mental state she usually escaped to, whenever she was in the company of the strange men her mother sold her to.

“You can give it all up and start afresh.”

Her eyes widened. Was that even possible? Give it all up. Start afresh. Start from where? Several thoughts ran through her mind. The pastor had no idea what he was encouraging her to do. It was easier said than done. “You can start by rededicating your life to God.”

She lifted her sad eyes and captured his assuring ones.

“Several thoughts ran through her mind. The pastor had no idea what he was encouraging her to do. It was easier said than done.

“You can start by rededicating your life to God.”

She lifted her sad eyes and captured his assuring ones.

“You gave your life to Jesus at eight. When you drifted away and got older, he didn’t stop loving you. He didn’t stop caring. He never stopped watching over you.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “Where was he? Where was he when my innocence was snatched from me?” she whispered, voice choked with unshed tears.

The pain in her eyes made his chest to tighten, “He has always been there, every single time you were thrust into the arms of those terrible men.”

“Watching me?”

“Yes, and making sure that you came out of that darkness, alive and sane.”

She broke down. The tears came in torrents. Her body shook as she held her head in her hands.

“God please heal her completely, spirit, soul and body,” he raised his head and whispered a prayer. “He… he loves you more than you can ever imagine,” he dropped his gaze, focused on her weeping frame, “He… he is not ready to give up on you or let you go, ever!”

She closed her eyes as his words washed over her with a soothing comfort.

“His arms are wide open, ready to take you back, even now, this very moment.”

She opened her eyes. Was she truly ready? Was she ready to let go of everything she had acquired over the years, the wild lifestyle, the men, the business arrangements, the contracts, everything? How was she going to start afresh? She knew nothing else except the dark life her mother introduced her to at an early age. How was she going to survive? Fear gripped her.

“He is waiting…”

She swallowed hard and raised her wet face, “I… I am ready.”

His face brightened with joy, “Halleluiah!” he sighed with relief.

He thanked God for using him to reach out to her. He couldn’t imagine what you must have gone through all those years. What kind of mother does that to her child, her own flesh and blood? It wasn’t in his place to judge.

“It is time,” he bowed his head.

She bowed hers and listened as he prayed. Suddenly, she felt something on the inside. She felt pure and light. It was as if she was being scrubbed and washed. She felt enveloped with peace and joy began to bubble within her.

“Welcome back to God’s kingdom,” he looked up, grinning from ear to ear.

“Thank you pastor,” she smiled back at him.

“What’s the name?”

“Beauty,” she spoke before thinking.

“Beauty?” he raised an eyebrow.

She scratched a spot on her head, “Em… my name is Edua, Edua Imasogie.”

“Good, good. I am Pastor Victory Majekodunmi. Do you stay around?”

“Yes, I live in the estate.”

“Good, that means that you will be able to worship with us constantly.”

“Yes, yes. Definitely.”

“Good, good. Let me have your number. I will call you from time to time, to check up on you and see how you are doing.”

“Okay,” she pulled out her phone from her pocket.

They exchanged numbers.

“You can come to see me in church whenever you need to talk, okay?”

“Okay, sir.”

“I live in the bungalow behind the church building.”

“Oh…”

He got up, “Have a restful night Edua.”

She got to her feet, “And you too sir. Thank you.”

He saw her off to the door. Edua walked out of the church building and headed home feeling a sense of freedom. A few blocks away from her house, she saw Alhaji Bature’s car parked at the gate. She groaned inwardly. What does he want now? She approached the vehicle and saw him climb out. He had also seen her.

“Where have you been?” he spoke sternly.

“Good evening to you too,” she stood by the car.

He relaxed, “Sorry, I have been sitting out here for over two hours waiting for you. Where did you go? I couldn’t even reach you on phone? You didn’t bother to pick my calls.”

She sized him up. He looked tired. “I am sorry; I was in church.”

“Church?” he stared at her, a puzzled expression was written on his face. “What were you doing in church?”

She shrugged, “What do people do in church?” she averted his curious dark eyes.

He sighed heavily. He was hungry. He needed good food and a cold bath. And of course, a marathon of love making before he retired for the night. “Let’s go in,” he reached out for her hand, but, she backed away.

“You cannot come in with me.”

“What is that supposed to me?” his irritation multiplied.

She looked back at him. She had just rededicated her life to God. She was still coming to terms with what she had done. There was so many things she needed to give up, especially him.

“You… you need to go home to your wives.”

“What’s wrong with you?” his angry eyes darted about, “What… what did they tell you in that place? Have you allowed the pastor to screw with your mind?” he glared at her.

“I have… I have just made up with God. I am not going to allow anything on this planet earth to truncate my relationship with him ever again.”

He looked her up and down, wondering if she had lost her mind. “Beauty, please, let’s just go in. I am tired. We can talk inside,” his pleading tone was lost to her.

She brushed past him, “Alhaji please go home,” she went to the gate and unlocked it.

“Go home? I am the one who paid for this place.”

“So?” she glanced back at him.

“I bought everything in this house. I have all the receipts. No one, not even you can stop me from sleeping in my own house.”

“You lie!” she faced him akimbo.

“You are the joker here. What do you take me for? I am not going anywhere,” he snatched the keys from her hands, pushed the gate open and marched into the compound.

“Alhaji!” she ran after him.

“After all, you refused to marry me. Nonsense.”

“Alhaji!” she followed him into the three-bedroom bungalow.

He settled on the sofa in the sitting room and pulled off his shoes. “I am hungry. Get me something to eat.”

She stood at the center of the room, arms crossed against her chest. “Go home Alhaji. Your wives will take care of your every need.”

“Do not make me angry Beauty!” he warned her.

“Do I look like one of your wives?” she eyed him, “Am I your cook or your maid?”

He cursed out loud. He wished he had gone home. His wives would have competed amongst themselves, served him a good meal and debated on
who would spend the night with him. But, how was he supposed to know that his lover would develop a brain malfunction that very night? He wasn’t a soothsayer or a magician.

“It is not that late. You can still head him,” she tried to encourage him.

“You are out of your mind!” his voice thundered.

She jumped back in fear. She had never seen him so angry.

“I own this house. I own everything in it, including you!” his red eyes bored into her agitated ones.

“You do not own me. I am not for sale!” she shouted back at him.

He got up abruptly, “Barawo! (Thief)”

“Back to sender!” she clapped her hands at him.

He stared at her closely, exhausted. She was different from the seductive temptress he knew. “What has gotten into you tonight?”

“I have given my life back to God.”

Hands on his hips, “What does that even mean?”

“Everything is going to change between us, henceforth.”

He realized that she wasn’t joking. Was she trying to dump him? “What are you talking about?”

“Alhaji, I am sorry, but, it is over between us,” she avoided his confused gaze.

“Over? How? Why?”

“Look, it is getting late. You cannot spend the night here.”

“Says who?” he eyed her. His mind couldn’t wrap around the fact that she was breaking up with him. He thought by the end of the year, he would have been able to convince her to marry him.

“Alhaji.”

“I am not going anywhere! This is my house. I want you out of here tonight!”

“What?!”

“You heard me. When your brain starts functioning properly, I will give you back the keys to this house,” he settled back on the chair.

“You… you cannot do this.”

“You have till mid-night to move out. Or else, I will call some touts to come and throw your things into the street,” the seriousness in his voice
alarmed her.

She panicked. What was she going to do? Where was she supposed to go that night? She wiped the beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead with the back of her hand. What kind of trouble has she gotten herself into?

“The clock is ticking Beauty.”

She sighed heavily. She turned around and headed for the master bedroom. She brought out her travelling bags and opened the wardrobe. Her clothes stared back at her. She glanced at her wrist-watch. It was past ten. She had less than two hours to move out.
God help me. I am in your hands now.

Alhaji Bature came into the room, walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. “Have you changed your mind?”

“Get your frail old rotten hands off me!” she screamed and peeled his hands away from her body.

He stepped away, shocked and hurt. “You… you have one hour to move out!”

She turned around and looked him up and down as if she was seeing him for the first time. “I will be out in less than forty-five minutes!” she boasted.

Her lack of remorse astounded him. “Fine! Get out of my house!”

She hissed and started to pull all her clothes out of the wardrobe while he watched. He hoped against hope that she would change her mind. He wanted things to go back to the way they were, but, it seemed his lover had changed into a totally different person.

Wishing you all a beautiful weekend.

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Melancholy:
Wonderful storyline, so loving it!

Thanks

Adesina12:
I know this SheWrites is a genius
One day you will be our ambassador in literary writings
Sweet popcorn for you + cold Guinness

Replace the guinness with holladia yoghurt. Thanks for the popcorn.

MZmitchelle:
You really write. Kudos

*bows* thanks

tijehi:
This reminds me of francine River's Redeeming Love.

Shewrites, u write well.

Francine Rivers is one of my favourite writers.

favch:
Yipee here comes the long awaited story,
plenty plenty hugs Mrs,

*hugs*

lonesome501:
yeahhh!! dis z d part i ve been longing for!! letz see how d beauty and d mechanic fare.

Lol...