S.I.M.S. Part 5
(STEPPING INTO MAGGIE’S SHOE)
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
The atmosphere in church was so tensed it would take the HolySpirit to sweep away or unseat the competitive Spirit that had come to take its seat in the front row of the church...
Single ladies went shopping, everyone was dressing to kill. Ladies started coming to church early, fighting for the front seat. The single ladies in the ushering department started making their skirts tighter and shorter.
Sisters started struggling to give testimonies in order to get noticed by Apostle. You would always hear words like this...
“Apostle said it and so was it”
“ The God of my Apostle worked wonders for me... Apostle is the man sent personally for me...”
“ I wonder how my life would have been if I had not met My Apostle...”
I would always shake my head in pity at most of the girls especially those who were breaking up with their long standing Fiance, with the hope they would stand the chance of being the next Apostle’s Wife....
Mothers started advertising their daughters before the Apostle. A particular woman who was very close to the Apostle actually told her daughter to return to the country. It was very obvious Thelema came back to be the Apostle’s wife.
As for me, I endured my humiliating relationship with Julius, even though we had to postpone the engagement ceremony for another 2 months for Julius to get the money for my bride price.
However, at this point my mother was already getting frustrated and irritated at the sight of Julius whenever he came to our house.
My father was a bit friendly to him, encouraging him that God would provide for him.
Nneka and Christabel were always trying to outshine each other. They both suddenly joined the Ushering department in other to market themselves very well. I noticed Nneka was always going to Apostle’s office for Counselling every Sunday and she would spend hours with him.
It got to a point, we could no longer go home together and therefore our relationship wasn’t as close as before.
“ Hello Happy!” That was Joke waking me up from my sleep with her phone call...
“ Yes! Joke.. Good morning” I replied
“ Happy, have you heard?” Joke was the minister of information in our church and all her information were always accurate because she was dating one of the Pastors. Therefore, she always got first hand information.
“ Christabel was attacked yesterday night and the attacker poured acid on her face”
“ JESUS!” I jumped from the bed
“ Babe!, this fight is real ooo, I heard she has been shouting Nneka’s name and that the police are on their way to arrest Nneka.”
“ Ha!” Speechless was my state
“ Babe, is it by force to marry Apostle?...Now both of them have landed themselves in trouble....Chri
“ The face can never be the same, Joke, My Goodness after all the wasting of money on expensive Face primer, contouring, Botox and all that, Christabel can no longer flaunt her face as the million dollar face as she calls it “ I said remembering Christabel’s face and her arrogant way of calling her face, the million dollar face.
“ Yes ooo, by now her million dollar face will not even worth a Kobo, Babes, thank God we are satisfied with our own struggling boyfriends instead of fighting over what is apparently bigger than us... I will talk to you later ooo”
Joke hung up and I thought of Nneka...Nneka couldn’t have done this or could she?
To be continued
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INSPIRED BY THE LIVING WORD
Written by Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
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