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30/06/2021

SISTER ABIGIAL

EPISODE 16

Frank woke up far late at night with a horrible nightmare. He was sweating even with the fan on and his head was beginning to ache.

"What's this about? Why am I seeing Sandra in my dreams all of a sudden? Yesterday and today again?" He asked nobody but himself and yet he provided no answer to the million questions running through his mind. He tried to recollect the terrible dream he just had and it seemed to him its almost familiar with the previous. He knew it was a dream but it seemed to him like reality.

"Why will she push me over the cliff? How did we even get to that cliff? What happened to his other friends they went out with? How comes he was the only one with her there? What's the relationship between going to watch ball and ending up in the cliff with Sandra?" He continued racking his brain to understand or possibly interpret the dream but non came.
He felt a sharp pain at the upper side of his right ribs. He tried to feel the exact spot the pains came from with his left index finger but it was even more painful. He twisted and frowned at the pain. It seemed to be growing painfully. He took off his cloth to take a look at it and was horrified at what he saw.

"How? When?" He asked as if somebody was going to answer him. He looked round his room and checked his bed to see if there was anything there, probably a stone or object he might have lay on without knowing that caused such bruise. There was none.

"Where did this come from? When and where did I hit my ribs so bad and I didn't know?" He Soliloquised. He could barely seat erect now. The pains was growing and spreading to his back and up his neck. He managed to stretch his neck, trying to shake it off. He dragged himself up and went over to the corner of his room where he hung a mirror on the wall in order to take a proper look at the spot. As he looked into the mirror, he saw an image behind him or so he thought, and quickly looked back but there was nothing. He was sure something passed behind him. He believed he caught a glimpse of whatever it was that was standing behind him before it slipped away as he turned.

"What was that?" He believed he recognize the hairstyle of the fleeting image: Sandra. Yes, that was the exact hair Sandra wore in the dream. Then, he remembered Sandra stabbed him with an object on his ribs before pushing him over the cliff. Immediately, goosebumps spread over his body and fear gripped him. He tried his best to dismiss it but the pain and mark was evident.

He managed to drag himself to the door and windows to check if he looked them well before sleeping. They were all locked. He opened one of the bags in his room not knowing exactly what he was looking for and not having anything in mind exactly. All he wanted was anything he can rub on the rib; ointments, balms etc to ease the pains. Luckily he saw an Olive oil bottle that he doesn't even know when he kept it there but that didn't matter to him. He poured the content in his palm and apply evenly on his rib and sprinkle the rest of the liquid round his room before retiring back to his bed. But sleep refused to come.

"Sandra, what does she want with me? Why stab me and push me over the cliff? How comes I am feeling the pains of what happened in the dreams physically? Is she really a witch? If she is not a witch how is this possible? God, save me". He prayed as he was lost in both thoughts and fear.

"She is a witch and she live with sister Abigail who can pray day and night? And her prayers isn't disturbing her? She must be a strong witch." He concluded.

"Abigail, such a lady. Wow!" He remembered his ordeal with her 2 nights ago and almost laughed out loud on his foolishness thinking her prayers will pull a strand of Sandra's hair.

"Who prays and speak in tongues 5mins after fornication? You fu**ed all night and yet pray in the morning? Who does that? How was God going to hear such prayer? Abigail! Chai, what a sweet c**t" he smiled and started to recount what happened again in her room, his moves and her own part in the game and it seemed funny to him and as the pains gradually fade away.

"Why do girls pretend a lot? Why can't they just ask for it than pretend like they don't want it? How can somebody claim ignorant of what's happening and yet moan? Why do she adjust and change style and yet remain passive in the act? She is really a good actor or actress so to say" Frank concluded.

He remembered asking her to fit herself in the small space he provided bearing in mind it won't be enough for her and there was no way she will lay down there without much body contact, and she did. She asked him to go home but he refused. Rather than do that, he moved closer and held her on the waist.

"Frank, remove your hand from my body and move back" she said in a weak voice but Frank moved even more closer and pressed his Rock-like hardware at the swells of her back while reaching for her b***s at the same time and she shivered.

"Frank, I am talking of the one you pressed at my back and your hand is going somewhere else. I hope you know I am not your wife nor girlfriend for you to be touching me as you want. Please remove your hand from my b.reast and remove the other one you are poking at my back. I want to sleep please. I won't talk to you again. And if you are going just twist the k**b and jam it" she said in a flat voice Frank couldn't interpret as being serious or one of those her pretentious antic. She preferred him going home than arousing her without doing anything. She is yet to forgive him for what he did in his house the other time. Getting her wet and making her h***y with no cure.

Frank contemplated on what to do while his hand was still on her b***s. He waited a little but there was neither movement, repel nor words from her. he decided to try his luck.

"If she behaves exactly how she behaved in his house the other time he will go for it", he told himself.

He moved his hand to her belle button and dug his index finger deeply into the hole until she twisted a little to register a slight pain. He moved his hand systematically to the upper chamber of her thoracic section and was obstructed by a fleshy pegs. He rested his hand on the fleshly perky melons before taking the tips between his index and thumb finger and twist it tenderly. The recipient made a welcoming move that didn't last beyond 3sec and was still again.

Frank continued rolling the n.nipple between his fingers and soon noticed Abigail was pushing her butt towards his groin. He got the message and pressed his hardware harder on her bums and took off with pecks and kissed on her neck, shoulder and back. He pushed her to lay face down and she complied with no struggle. He reached under her skirt and realized there was no panties and smiled. He wasted no time in rolling the skirt over to her waist region and parted her legs a little wider. Her c**t was already dripping with fluids and juices which made it easier for pe*******on. Her moans and twist gave him added motivation as he slammed home.

To be continued.

02/12/2020

SISTER ABIGAIL
EPISODE 15.

Abigail came out of Efficient Lab with a stapled brown envelope. She looked a little phlegmatic but not totally indifferent. It was as if she already knew the outcome of the result. She only went for the test to confirm her fears. Apart from the symptoms of early pregnancy she's been noticing for the past few days, coupled with the fact that she is yet to see her menstrual flows which is about a week behind, the "congratulations" from the lab scientist who carried the test was a testament. "If she wasn't pregnant why congratulates her? Who congratulate one on a pregnancy test result that is negative?" She has no need of looking at the result any more she told herself as she double folded the envelope and squeeze it down to the bottom corner of her silver colored DG hand bag. She wished she had slapped her across the face for parting her on the back for an unwanted pregnancy. Who told her she wanted the child? Do she know who she was? Its obvious she doesn't.

If she did she won't open her filthy mouth to congratulate her in an act that nobody should know of. What will people say? How will they look at her in the church? What will the church council say about her? She can deal with church discipline of any offense whatsoever but not the one that is related to immorality, fornication and its resultant effect. How can it be said that her precious and consecrated body have been defied my immoral conducts. Her body is a temple of the holy spirit and not the alter of idolatry or bed of fornication. Everybody in the church knows her. They believe and look up to her. She was a role model to the teaming youths and young females in the church. Everybody knows her dedication and her love for God. Her purity and chastity stood her out in the eyes of many. And that alone have always earned her loads of respect. It should be left that way. Whatever that have happened should not be brought to light. Such shame should not be heard of. No, she can't deal with that. She will do whatever to keep it buried.

She saw an ATM booth as she walks down the road. Without giving it much thought nor contemplation she crossed the road and walked towards it. There were few people on the queue but she joined anyways. Few minutes after joining them, tears ran down her cheeks as if without her consents. She quickly wiped them off as they came. She would not be seen crying. She wasn't sure of the explanation to give if perhaps she was seen crying. What had happened has happened. There was no need crying over a spilled milk. All that mattered now was to seek for solutions. At that instant, she developed a turgid and stone heart. It was as if her worries were over. Like her burdens have been lifted off her shoulders.
She was a happy sister again. When it was her turn, she walked majestically and gallantly into the ATM gallery shacking what her mama gave her like never before to the awe of few men who stood there waiting for their turns. Many drooled at the sight of her voluptuous curves and the swings of her hips in the scale of pendulum. She withdrew the sum of 50k and headed toward the park. She had no prior knowledge of where she was going neither do she know what she was doing. She was purely and practically following her instincts and the dictates of the little voice acting like her guardian angel. She didn't mind nor question the authority of such voice. All she needed do was obey as directed.

She got to the park and headed straight to the stands of cars going to Cross River state and booked her ticket. She sat on the window side on the second role followed by a young man in his mid 20s. In less than 30mins, the car was filled and ready for departure. She said a short prayer for journey mercy and for the success of whatever that is taking her to Cross River. In about an hour or so, she lay her head on the opposite seat and drift away.
It was almost dark, as the tyres eat up the road. Abigail opened her eyes slight as she felt a palm cupping her sweet melons. It was as if she was in trance due to the sleep in her eyes. But no. It wasn't a dream. She could feel the hand and the movement. She knew who's palm it was or a least, the direction it came from can easily suggest that. She kept quite to observe what was going on and wondered if people could be so mean to do such in a moving car filled with other passengers. She lifted her head and looked round the vehicle and realized every single passenger in the car was asleep except his close handsome seatmate. It was dark too. It was quite obvious no body could see beyond there nose inside the car. Hence it was safe for him to do what he was doing without suspicion. She looked outside the widow for few minutes and resumed her former sleeping position.

Within 5mins, the roving hand resumed its exploration. It rested on her left laps and cautiously moved up to her knee. On its way back, the palm dragged her silky skirt along a little revealing a flesh above her knee region. It moved straight up to her b***s and cupped it immediately. She couldn't decipher what the young man's plan was but she allowed it anyways. From the base of her flappy bogus blouse, the roving hand moved underneath, pulling the bra upward to free up her b***s from under. She shut her eyes as her heart beat increased in anticipation of the next thing to follow. Just as expected, the roving hand cupped the full b***s and fondled it furiously. Fully aware that her counterpart was in support of the exploration, he went ahead to tickle the ni***es as he fondled. Abigail let out a soft inaudible moan as her v***a got softened by the touches.
The roving hand left the b***s and rested back on the laps and moved romantically up and down the thigh pulling the silky skirt to her waist region which made her pink panties visible to whoever cared to look. The middle finger of the roving hand brushed and traced the panties up to the band. Abigail shot her eyes close and wonder the audacity. Just as the roving hand lifted the panties up from the side to pass through, the speeding trailer's horn behind blared, causing the driver to swive off the road thereby jolting the slumbering passengers up. The roving hand withdraw and the other adjusted, pulling her skirt downward to cover her exposed laps from the rest of the world.

There were cursing and anger among passengers. It took about an hour or so for few people to go back to sleep while the rest kept wake. The owner of the roving hand looked round to see if there was a curious eyes but there was non. His left hand seatmate was far asleep and snoring. He looked at his co-sailor and contemplated if he should resume his voyage or to call it a day. He decided to resume his exploration. The exploring ground was already full of expectation and water lodged.
Abigail's p.ssy was already wet and dripping. She have been wondering if the roving hand would resume or not and prayed it doesn't but then, the dripping c**t said otherwise. Within few minute of resting on the starting point, the hand pulled the skirt upward and went straight to the inner thigh, playing with bands of the panties. Abigail's knee was knocking and her legs was becoming weak. She opened her legs a little wider to give the roving hand allowance to pass through the side of her panties into her Jerusalem. The tightness of the panties and due to their seating position, it could only allow him locate her c**t and not beyond that. He tickled it for some minutes but that wasn't enough. He wanted more and so does she. Without any fear or concern, the roving hand went up to the band of the panties, signaling the intention of pulling it off, the owner understood and lifted her ass off the seat for it to pass through down her thigh. With the unconsenting consent of the owner, he took the panties off and put it in his pocket and resumed work immediately. His finger went straight to the v***a and the recipient opened her leg a little wider for it to pass through. It started thrusting in and out of the wet hole as her breath became heavy and laboured. She was tempted to moan out louder as the pleasure increased but she suppressed it and made do of her rapid breathing. The roving hand stopped after 45mins of exploration, opened his zipper, brought out his joystick, massaged it a little and emptied its liquid on the floor of the car. Both adjusted themselves as the journey to Calabar continue.

26/11/2020

The choirmaster 5
(Final episode)

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The tempo of the murmurs kept increasing until to a point the whole church became noisy. The head pastor who was preaching on the pulpit had to shout down on the people making the noise. “What is happening here? Have you people lost respect for God that you have turned His house into a market place? What is this whole noise about?”, he shouted over the public address system. The murmuring congregation lowered the tempo of their murmurs but they didn’t stop looking at Rachel and Paschal disgustingly. Those who hadn’t seen the video on their phones hurriedly brought out their phones and searched through it for the video. It was a subtle chaos and the head pastor’s became more confused.

Yet none of the church members had the stomach to tell the pastor what was going on. After a while of utter confusion, one of the ushers manned up and showed the pastor the sacrilegious video of his choirmaster and assistant pastor’s wife doing that which is forbidden. On seeing the video, the pastor screamed and looked away. He couldn’t believe what he’d seen. He couldn’t believe that sister Rachel whom he’d always held in high esteem and used as a role model to the other women and young girls in the church could avail herself to such evil. Most disappointingly, he couldn’t believe that his choirmaster who seemed to have the ability to call down angels using his voice could commit s*xual immorality, let alone with a pastor’s wife. He was speechless.

As he (the head pastor) was still trying to wrap his head around what he saw, loud shouts were heard. Rachel had fainted. Her heart couldn’t carry the shock when she discovered that the video was the reason for the commotion in the church. That which she had feared, that which she had desperately tried to avoid, that which had tormented her life for a long time had come out in the open. The consequences of her sins had caught up with her. Her heart couldn’t carry the weight and she lost consciousness.

As people gathered and tried to resuscitate her, pastor Usman stood and watched. He was shocked to the bone marrow. He tried not to believe that his dear wife whom he’d thought righteous was the one committing such abominable act in the video. He just stood and watched as Rachel was hurriedly taken to the church’s sick bay. As he watched, his mind wandered. He thought of the possible reasons why his wife engaged in such act. He knew he’d provided for her as supposed, he’d prayed with her and shared the word of God with her. He’d had s*x with her. He was convinced he’d been doing all that was expected of a man to do for his wife. “She had no reason whatsoever to do that”, he convincingly concluded in his mind.

But he failed to realize that there is more to taking care of a woman than providing the material needs. He failed to understand that women are emotional beings who would choose care and attention over material provisions. He also didn’t know that it is not a sin for a woman to attain o----m and that it is a man’s duty to make sure his woman reaches o----m, at least once in a while. He didn’t know that pastors and their wives are also human with blood running through their veins and as such can fall to the temptations of the flesh if not properly taken care of. These he failed to understand and they’d caused an irreparable damage to his family.

While this commotion was going on, Paschal who was at the center of the whole charade tried to sneak out. But the head pastor saw his movement and ordered the church’s security to stop him. The head pastor also ordered the administrator of the church’s whatsapp group to delete the video from the group but that was rather too late. Most of the members had downloaded it (the video) into their phones and some had already posted it in other social media platforms. Within the hour, the video had become an internet sensation just like that of pastor Wilson and room 306. It was indeed, the most unpalatable way to become popular.

It took a while before Rachel was resuscitated. The moment she regained consciousness, the reality of the moment glared back at her. She wished the hand of time could be turned backwards so she’d make sure that ugly moment never happened in her life. She wished she could erase that indelible dent. But those were just wishes, the damage had been done and she had to live with it for the rest of her life. That had become her cross to bear forever. While she was still cry in the sick bay, her husband came in. He had a long face void of every emotion. He stood at a distance and asked her to tell him all she knew about the video. He stood at a distance because at that moment, she disgust him. He merely came to fulfill the “for better, for worse” vow he made on the altar.

Through tears of shame and regrets, Rachel told her husband about the video. She told him how she was caught pants down and videod by Edna, the head pastor’s daughter. She told him how she’d been subjected to blackmail since then. She told him how she had constantly begged her to delete the video and she refused. She told him about Paschal’s position throughout the period of the blackmail. She equally told him of her resolve to confess her sins to him and was waiting for them to get back from church. “I am sorry for what I did my husband and I am willing to accept any consequences, both from you and the society. But please don’t let those who did this go free. I beg you in the name of God”, Rachel begged after narrating her self inflicted ordeal to her husband.

On hearing that Edna the pastor’s daughter was the one who made the video and had been using it to extort money from his wife, he was enraged. They (Rachel and Usman) were also convinced that it was Edna that leaked the video and he (Usman) was determined to bring her to book. All the efforts the senior pastor made to dissuade him from taking legal actions against Edna failed. Eventually, Edna was found guilty of blackmail and extortion and was sentenced to nine years imprisonment. After the verdict was given, Usman divorced Rachel on the grounds of infidelity.

Paschal was not held on any legal ground but what karma served him later in life was devastating to say the least. That would be a story for another day.

As for Folu, if you want to know what became of her, come to my house with a packet of pen and KUNUN GYADA.

23/11/2020

One woman send her 14yrs old Step son to fetch firewood for her. Something come bite the boy for finger. The boy was in severe pains. The woman was told that the only solution for the pains to stop is for the boy to put that finger inside her p***y for 2mins. The woman was left with no choice than to agree. And truly it stopped just like magic.

3 days later the boy came back crying again. The thing don bite am for dick.

21/11/2020

The choirmaster 4

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Folu was a beautiful young girl in her mid twenties. She was born and raised in Yoruba land. After her secondary school, she couldn’t get an admission into her school of Choice; Lagos State University. She tried securing an admission in the school for a few years without success. She then decided to try other schools. Eventually, she was offered an admission into a school in the middle-belts, faraway from her home. At first, she was reluctant taking up the admission but a few encouraging words from her parents gave her the push she needed. She took it up and went to stay with her aunt who resided in the town where the school was located.

Due to the relocation, she worshipped in the same church with her aunt’s family. At the church, she joined the choir. She had a very nice voice and it didn’t take long for her to start taking lead singing roles and special backup positions. Everything was going on well in the church until the handsome head of the choral group developed interest in her. At first, it was just words of praise and admiration from the choirmaster to Folu. He (the choirmaster) would compliment her on her physical beauty and the beauty of her voice. He had always referred to her as a perfect combination of two beauties. Folu would smile shyly and blush at these compliments anytime they were made. Somehow, she loved the fact that her choirmaster recognized the beauty of her voice. She looked forward to those compliments at choir practices and after church services.

Gradually, these harmless compliments graduated into a full advance. The choirmaster started singing songs of love to Folu. He started professing unending love to her and made many promises of what he would do if she accepted him for a relationship. Folu was skeptical. She was from a place where the house of God was held sacred. She didn’t want to engage in anything that would bring the wrath of God on her. She was afraid of having any amorous relationship with the choirmaster or anyone in the house of God. This resolve of hers, she communicated times without number to the choirmaster who would not let her rest. But it seemed that the more she dissuaded him from his ungodly demand, the more vehemently he came back.

Folu my love, I am sure you are convinced in your heart that I am the right one for you. I don’t know what is stopping you from accepting my love but babe, I’m not getting younger. I’m not asking you for a mere relationship rather I’m asking you to give us a chance to start building a future together. I need you by my side as my wife, not just a girlfriend. How much older would you let me get before you rescue me from this uninteresting bachelorhood, my love?”, he convincingly appealed to Folu. That instant, Folu became confused. The thought of settling down with the handsome choirmaster rushed through her mind. She started convincing herself that since the relationship would lead to marriage, it was no longer a taboo in the eyes of God. After many more convincing speeches from the choirmaster, she gave in and they started off a relationship.

Two months into the relationship, the story changed. All the love professed and the promises made vanished. The choirmaster who had by then had his way to Folu’s ge****ls a number of times became the opposite of what he portrayed himself to be. Folu was devastated by the emotional and physical trauma she went through in the hands of the man who promised to create a haven for her here on earth. She regretted every moment that led to her meeting with the choirmaster. She was heartbroken and eventually left the choir just in a bid to avoid seeing the man who had drained all the zeal she had to love. Each time she saw that devilish man on stage conducting the choir as if he was a saint, she wished she could open people’s eyes to see what a wolf in a sheep’s clothing he was. But she had no means of doing that. She nursed her broken heart and left vengeance for God. That was about eighteen months before the video was made.
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Folu and Edna schooled in the same school and attended the same church. With this coincidence, they became best of friends. They were always in each other’s company in school and always sat on the same row in church. All the shareable secrets each of them had was shared with each other. They discussed about boyfriends and wooers, parties and clubs, and every other thing good friends share. But the video was not shareable. Edna made sure the video was kept to herself alone. She knew how devastating it would be if the video came out. She never had plans of leaking it even if Rachel failed to pay. She was just putting up a though front to force Rachel to keep dropping her ‘salaries’. She kept the video for the purpose of ma********ng when she needed to. Leaking the video was never part of her plans.

One day, Folu needed the internet to do her assignments but didn’t have Megabytes to surf the internet. She asked her bosom friend, Edna to lend her (Folu) her (Edna’s) phone and Edna did so wholeheartedly. In the course of doing the assignment, Folu got tired and decided to surf through Edna’s phone. As she surfed through Edna’s gallery, she saw the video of the choirmaster who wrecked her heart dancing an ungodly dance with the pastor’s wife. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She watched through the video to be sure her eyes were not playing tricks on her. When she was sure that the video was what she thought it was, she quickly sent a copy of it to her phone.

She felt so happy, the revenge she didn’t know how to go about had presented a way by itself. “God really works in mysterious ways”, she thought to herself as she excitedly guarded her weapon of life destruction, waiting for the right time to release it for effective damage. That Sunday, when Paschal, the man she wanted to revenge on was in the church waiting for his time to deceive the congregation again, Folu posted the video into the church’s WhatsApp group using an anonymous number she had previously added to the group.

As the saying goes, hell has no fury like a woman scorned. She was too blinded by her quest for revenge that she failed to realize that Rachel would be hit the most. Before she realized it, the damage have been done. There was no saving Rachel.

What happened next?

Stay tuned for the final episode.

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