Yeah,
see, whatever, whatever, I mean, you can call me whatever you like: heartless,
a bad boy and so on, just call me names. I DON’T CARE! You see, the fact
remains I found her land, tilled it, farmed and watered it day and night
without sleep. Of what love do you think we have for fowl except that it be
buried in our belly at the end? Of what love do you think I have for her if not
to reap my good reward at the end? I wouldn’t even know why she thinks me the
Good Samaritan who helps for God’s only sake. Do you guys think I look like
Jesus? Please answer me, do I?
THEN
Ok, this is it, this is what happened. I am from a
family not well to do, yeah and I mean it, I got peanuts from home and spent it
on her day and night, I got her meals that were forbidden for my mouth and
gluttonly she ate without telling me if she was a Mary or not, I bought her
beautiful dresses which won her the Miss Campus Beauty Pageant. Yeah, then, she
never told me that her body was a temple of the Lord, she happily dressed the
temple of the Lord with my beautiful dresses. I took gari upon gari all in the
name of saving to buy her the expensives. We had fun and fun but not the real
FUN!
NOW
Even in the churches, there is harvest time for all
the tithes paid and there are prayers from the priests for contributing towards
the growth of the church and even the higher the amount contributed, the more
the prayers from the priest.
“Oh baby, let me play the piano on your chest. Let
me dip in your well, my water drawer, let me reap the fruit of my labour. Allow
me; the enthusiastic drummer beat your drum, the best talking drum ever made.”
I told her.
“No! No! You can’t! My pastor said my body is the temple
of the Lord which must be kept holy all the time.” She vehemently said.
“Ruth, you see, it isn’t only your body the temple
of the Lord, mine too is the temple of the Lord, therefore it will be holy plus
holy which equals holy. Besides, just decide to follow the path of the Biblical
Ruth and let my holy body merge with yours.”
She wouldn’t
accept and dashed for the door, wanting to leave me forever and escaping with
all I had spent on her. I grabbed her...!
I glowed with smile and pleasure as I watched her
scream and scream for help as I kept giving her the mandate to womanhood. I was
the drummer and she was the drum giving out the sound while pleading that I
drum gently to avoid being torn.
When I was done with the ‘festival’, up she stood in
pain, blood and cry, putting on her panties before later dashing out in
annoyance. I’m sure she enjoyed it and even if she didn’t, it’s none of my
business. I ran after her and told her:
“Lady, today, I made you a complete woman, you’ve
been baptised, therefore, go into the world and sin no more”
THE END
OLALEKAN (LEEWAS)
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