HOLY SEX Episode 33
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👩❤️👨 HOLY SEX EPISODE THIRTY THREE: 💞
Pastor Samuel is a man with many secrets who would do anything to protect his image and investments. You are afraid of what he might do to you if he finds out that you are in Nigeria, and you wonder if he will bundle you to the Third Mainland Bridge in the middle of the night and throw you into the river. You feel goose pimples appear on your smooth skin. But your heart hardens. Your eyes turn into red and tears force their way down your cheeks, dropping on the quilt of the hotel bed.
You look at your life, the two years spent in a foreign country, where you had to suffer, working day and night to fend for yourself and your baby. You recall the racial discriminations you faced. You recall that day in Vilnius when you walked into your boss’s office and demanded for the coming week’s wage to enable you buy medications for Ara and he refused. He said he’d agree if you had sex with him, or if you agreed to suck his manhood.
You stormed out of the building but had no other option but to return two days later. As soon as you walked into his office, he pulled down his trousers, and you took his little flabby thing into your mouth and sucked it till he came. He gave you your wage upfront and invited you to Crown Plaza hotel, and said he’d make things more comfortable for you if you slept with him. That was how you began to make love to him every week for money.
Your life is ruined, and you need to reclaim it. You need to confront Pastor Samuel at his home, preferably, with people around so other will hear your story.
It is 4pm when you board a taxi to the Pastor’s large compound. Ara is with you. You’ve dressed her in her jean trousers and white polo. Her hair is cornrowed.
When you get to the Pastor’s house, the gateman recollect your face and opens the small gate immediately.
“Is madam inside?” you ask the gateman.
“No, aunty. But one female Pastor dey with oga. Pastor Zainab.”
“Pastor what?”
“Pastor Zainab. You no know am?” You wonder if it is the same Zainab that you know.
“Na your baby be this?” the gateman asks, touching Ara’s shoulder, “fine girl,” he says to her.
“Yes. Thanks.” You wonder if he can notice the striking resemblance with Pastor Samuel’s children.
TO Be Continued
