Sister Kamara
©Vivi Oluoma
Episode 7
Papa, I heard what happened, are you back from the hospital? I asked with a mischievous smile on my face while sounding sympathetic.
“My dear, the enemy came as a flood, but my God raised up a standard against him. I am back to school, in fact, I am in my lodge now. I feel better”, bro Uwen replied at the receivers end.
Oh, glory be to God. So, I want to come to your lodge, cook for you and help you with some chores. I know quite well that you aren’t yet strong to do a lot. But I will only come if you permit me Sir.
Oh, you are such a caring sister. Please do come over, you’re a good PA. God will bless you for all your sacrifices sister Kamara, you’re a good woman.
No problem sir, we need you to be strong because a greater task lies ahead. I’ll be on my way. I hung up the call.
What a perfect day! I exclaimed, throwing my hands heaven ward in happiness.
After the incident with bro Paul at the bank, I learnt that bro Uwen fainted while having a keyboard practice at our fellowship center. That led to the phone call bro Paul had that day because prayer warriors were called on to intercede for his life.
“Narrow escape”, I had told mother superior that night during our meeting.
No, I didn’t want to kill him. If not, I could have done that before the prayer warriors got there because he’s very weak spiritually.
So, why? I mean, he almost died, why did you cease his breath at first? I asked mother superior, quite confused.
To create an opportunity for you to pull him down, you can’t fail this mission Kamara! Mother superior bellowed.
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Who’s there? Bro Uwen sounded from his room.
Papa, it’s me.
He opens the door and did let me in. He let me into his weakness. He just gave me the key to destroy him! I laughed scornfully inwardly.
You’re here sooner than I expected o, did you board a cab? He asked sitting back on his bed.
No, have you forgotten that my hostel is not far from here?
Oh, I see. You can sit down and relax a bit before…
Papa, I didn’t come to relax o. Just come to the kitchen and show me where all the ingredients are so I can get to work, I smiled heading to his kitchen.
Okay o and someone will not even ask me again, ” how I am”, he said feigning an angry face, he followed me to the kitchen.
“Ah papa”, I turned and we almost bumped into each other. But I asked you that on phone few minutes ago. We were standing quite close, he stepped back a bit, running his hands though his hair.
Okay, you win, he said feeling awkward. I smiled.
I always win o. So show me where the ingredients are. I stepped aside, allowing him to pass since the kitchen was so small to contain two persons comfortably.
He took his time showing me all that I may be using, I stood at his back waiting for the right time to release an arrow of lust in his heart.
So these what I have here, you can use this mortar to pound, he said reaching out for the mortar which was on the last rank, but couldn’t grab it.
Wait, let me get it, I said stepping in. He stepped aside.
You’re funny o Kamara, not like you’re taller than me, he said laughing so hard.
•Did you notice? He called me just Kamara, not even Sister Kamara. I think the normal body chemistry have started working in him.
Let’s continue…
I reached out for it and intentionally knocked the cutlery rank over. He came in immediately to help, reaching out for the rank from behind. Our body brushed against each other. I felt a sensation, perfect time! I sent an arrow of lust immediately into his heart.
He held the cutlery rank a bit longer, his body still pressed against mine. Just like an electric shock, he placed back the rank and went back to his room.
I smiled – perfect! I hurriedly placed a pot of rice on fire and stepped outside his room balcony. He will certainly come after me because the arrow of lust is already in him. He can only overcome if he’s spiritually sound and has grace working in him, or at least has a passage of the scripture he can use and kill the arrow. But no, I have weighed his spiritual status, it was very low.
I felt his hands on my shoulder. I smiled inwardly, I knew he’ll come after me.
Bro Uwen, I muttered under my breath, turning my face to his. We were standing very close. I felt his breath on my face.
We rocked eyes together and then his stare rested on my lips. He drew closer again, our body almost brushing against each other and ran his hands down to my waist.
It’s working! I can’t just wait for our lips to meet, to take him down to the bed of immortality!
Then, his phone rang…
Watch out for the next series
*Writers Note*
How often do you update your Christian status?
I friend once told me that a Christian don’t need to ask for grace daily to live above temptation and trials, he said that it’s what you ask for once and God gives you in abundance – how true do you think his saying is?
Do we need to ask for grace daily? Or is it something that comes daily on it’s own once we are Christians?
And also,
Where do you think Bro Uwen missed out in his Christian walk with God?
To be continued….
