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Year -1968.
Somewhere in the tiny village of Oyarifa, at the outskirts of the Greater Accra region…

*Darkness loomed over the skies, engulfing any object in its wake.
The sky rumbled with heavy rains yet to be released onto the lands to begin it’s cycle yet again.
It was pitch black.
The only source of light was the bright full moon hanging in the skies.
A beautiful cottage that stood out amongst the rest of the cottages, stood proudly in the middle of the vast compound.

A coconut tree few meters away stood tall and unshaken, serving as shade during the day and food during the night.
Underneath the coconut tree, sat the only daughter of the village’s best hunter.
Annamarie Quaye could be described as the epitome of beauty. God’s perfect creation. A fallen angel, some called her…
Unlike her mother, Annamarie had beautiful glowing skin that miraculously stood out even in the dark…

The bright multicolored wrapper made into a tiny skirt that stopped just below her knees gave away her long smooth legs.
Her dark thick hair that was braided was held tightly on top her head, revealing every contour of her oval-shaped face.
Her eyes, that seemed to charm every man in her way.
That tiny nose that wrinkled anytime she got angry and those bright Cupid shaped lips that seemed to have an endless smile plastered on her lips was captivating, enchanting, alluring.

Even now, as she sat beneath the coconut tree cleaning the last of the cooking utensils and plates she had just washed, the same endless smile was still on her lips…
Her melodious voice blended with the cool breeze as she packed all the utensils into the big basil and wiped her wet hands on her wrapper.
She turns towards their hut from where she could see her mother cracking palm nuts.
“Mama! It’s almost time. I’m done with all my chores, can I leave?” She shouts excitedly.
Her mother stops what she was doing to stare at her daughter, shaking her head.

“You know the rule young lady!”
“Yes, mother! ‘Don’t be late, return on time!'” She repeated the rule her mother had set anytime she went out.
Without further ado, Annamarie raced out of the compound, pushing the bamboo gate out of her way, her legs sprinting as she runs.
She was giddy. Excited.
Today, after five years, her four childhood best friends were returning from the city after completing their studies.
She couldn’t wait to see how they looked now. They must have all grown handsome by now.

And then after their reunion, maybe they’ll get to sit around a bonfire and play games like they used to before they left the village.
After all, it was the full moon.
She giggles.


With beads of sweat trickling down her forehead, she finally stopped and stared around at the empty space of land.
No man’s land, as it was normally called was a large area of vacant land where anyone and everyone could hold their activities without having to answer to any owner.
Annamarie’s joy knew no bounds when she spotted the familiar bare land in the middle of green grass where logs had been arranged and were already burning.

Around the bonfire were none other than her best friends, all dressed up in modern clothes she used to see on the only television in their village which was brought out to the village square occasionally. The fire illuminated their faces.
She gasps. And then began to run towards them.
“Anthony!” She squeals crushing the first guy into a hug.
“Felix! Bryan!” She squeals again, hugging the second and third guy.
When she pulls away, she stares at the last guy.

Eugene. He had always been her crush but never bothered to tell him after she learned he was going to the city. After all, he was going to meet pretty city girls and wouldn’t want a village girl like her.
Eugene pockets his hands and eyes her up and down.
“You’ve grown into a very beautiful woman Anna. You’ve always been beautiful” he smiles.
Annamarie blushes at his compliment suddenly feeling self-conscious as she begins to tug at her wrapper skirt.

“Thank you”.
They stare at each other.
“Oh for heaven’s sake! We came home to see our little best friend after five years, can we at least have some fun?” Felix screams.
Anna scowls at him.
“I’m no longer little.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever! Shall we have some fun?”
“How about we play a different game today,” Bryan asks

“Truth or Dare,” Eugene says eyeing Anna.
“Truth or dare it is! Come!” Felix nudges them all and makes them.sit in a circle surrounding the bonfire while Anthony pulls out a box of crispy little stuff they brought from the city which she later learned was called biscuits and colorful yellowish water they called juice.
Spreading a plate of biscuit in front of each person, they started the game.


“Truth or dare Anthony?” It was Felix.
“I dare you to kiss my ass”
Anthony scowls at Felix while Annamarie bursts into laughter.
“No way man! Your ass stinks! Gross”
“Fine. Then pay me a hundred CEDI’s”
“What the hell man. You cheating!”
“Either you kiss my ass or you pay” Felix shrugs
“Fine. I’ll pay you when we return” Anthony grumbles.

While the game went on, Annamarie’s gaze was fixed on Eugene. He truly had grown from a teenage boy into a handsome man.
Noticing her gaze on his, Eugene smirks.
“Truth or dare Anna?” He asks.
“Umm… Truth?”
“Are you a virgin?”
“What’s a Virgin. I haven’t been to school like you. I stopped at primary”

“A virgin is someone who…um…hasn’t..well have you slept with a boy and done the deed?” It was Felix.
Her eyes widen
“No! I’m a virgin! Mother says I should never let a boy see my pant until they pay my bride price!”
“You sure? You still a virgin?”
All four boys exchange glances as they communicate with their eyes.


9:00 PM.
“I’ve missed you guys so much!” Anna gushed…
They were walking her home now with Anna walking in front playing with flower petals while the boys walked behind.
Their gazes lingered on Anna’s waist as it shook graciously with each step. Her generous behind leaving them salivating.
Suddenly they grew hungry.
Hungry for her.

“Can’t believe no one’s ever popped her cherry before” Eugene whispers
“Damn! Just look at that ass, long legs, smooth skin. F*ck! Anna’s a woman now”
“Damn man! That body surpasses all those city girls” Eugene licks his lips.
“And you still think with a body like that, she’s still a virgin?”
“One way to find out” Eugene grins as they quicken their steps to catch up with her.
They were near an uncompleted building now.

Anna was still going on talking and talking until she felt arms around her waist. She turns. It was Eugene. She blushes immediately.
Taking that as his cue, Eugene grips her waist tighter and begins to push her backwards till her back hit the wall.
“Eugene what..”
“Shh… You want me don’t you?”
Not understanding the double meaning behind his words, she blushes again, thinking he finally liked her.

“That blush tells me all because damn I want you too”
“I’ve waited so long to….” She gasps when Eugene attacks her neck with hungry kisses…
Suddenly she was alarmed…
“What are you doing? Stop! Mother says this is bad!” She tries pushing him off only for his grip to tighten.
“It’ll be quick Anna. You’ll enjoy it, I promise” he growls, reaching out to grip the material serving as a top and rips it, letting her br*asts spring out…
Wearing bra wasn’t common in their village.

“Sweet,so soft”
She screams more when he grabs her br*asts, squeezing like an s*x-crazed animal.
“Eugene please no… Don’t!” She pleads, tears blinding her.
“Don’t be stubborn Annamarie. Let me worship you” Eugene growls again.
With all her might, Anna pushes him harshly making him stumble back…
Eugene stares at her, angry…
He lifts his hand and slaps her hard. She falls.

Anna stares at the man she called her best friend and secret crush.
She was shaken… Eugene kneels beside her, grabs her wrapper skirt and tears it apart.
She was naked.
Eugene grips her thighs, digging his nails into her thighs and then spreads her legs apart forcefully…
Anna screamed…


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The Church Scandal (Episode 8)



The Church Scandal

The Church Scandal (Episode 8)


On the night of the graduation, Just after the
ordination, a gospel party was thrown at the
school auditorium for the graduates.
Uduak, Mfon, Inibehe and Eno were seated on
the same table. They had a sip of the heavens
wine over again, until it finished and they
demanded for another one.

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“This doesn‟t taste like the Nigerian table wine.”
Eno said to Mfon.
“Of course not. My daddy used to buy a lot of
this when he visited here.” Uduak said.
Eno stared at her meanly and said, “I wasn‟t
talking to you. I am talking to my husband.”

Mfon was already tired of trying to stop the
bicker between his wife and Uduak, he just gave
a loud sigh and shook his head.
Inibehe was searching for Nduke with his eyes in the crowd.

When he finally caught a glimpse of her in the
crowd trying to walk herself out of the door, he
got up and followed her.
She went to have a sip of the dark rum she’d
used in baking her birthday cake.

She gulped down the last sip of it and threw the
bottle on the sandy floor. He was right behind
her, but she wasn’t aware. A sudden cold wind
gusted on her. She held herself together and
strolled toward the school beach side. It was
lonely and cold, but the dark rum kept her warm.

She couldn’t think of anything else but Inibehe,
the picture of him appeared in her head.
She stared at the waters, the way it unfold itself and scattered into the sands, running toward
her. She was not aware that Inibehe was right
behind her.

“Nduke….” He called out her name so gently she
felt an inexplicable need to cry. She knew it was
him, the sound of his voice skipped her heart. He looked like a man ready for a confrontation.

“I won‟t let you go, I promise. Don’t be sad.”
His voice ran like a caress over nerves stretched
too tight. She fought an urge to throw herself
into his arms.
“There’s a storm coming in, you have to stand
with me. You have to stand with me in this
storm, because there will be no umbrella.”

He hugged her backwardly, her scented body
lotion thrilled the moment.
Her hand lifted to stop him, but he held them
tight and began to kiss her again.
Inibehe knew it might be the last time he was
going to kiss her that way, so he kissed her even
deeper and more passionately that she felt the
impact when he released her lips and took it
back like he was never going to let it go.

As they sank into the white sand by the beach
side, She told herself that she was going to
forsake her ego and be with the love of her life.
His presence still managed to take a lot of hurts
and sad feelings away at the moment.

He cried when she took his hands to her chest.
“Make love to me for the last time.” She said. He
flashed her grin and her heart stood still. How
was it possible to feel so enervated, yet so
completely aware all at that same time?
“I won‟t make love to you. Let’s get married here and now.”

“How? No pastor to bless us.”
“We are pastors, we were ordained today. God is
here already. Let’s make vows. look…” He
brought out a necklace that had a picture of him
inside a tiny frame. And showed her the one that had a picture of her inside a closed tiny frame too. Ridiculous tears stung her eyes.

Inibehe hung the necklace that had his picture
on it on her neck. It was gold necklace with a
diamond pendant of their faces in it. He took her hands and cut her fingers with a tiny blade.
“Ouch!” She exclaimed painfully. He licked the
blood in her hands without seeking for her
permission. He then cut his hands with the blade and she licked his blood too without hesitation.

“I will love you forever.” He said with so much
“I will love you forever too.” He withdrew his
hand slowly, trailing it over her skin. It began to
rain softly, and then wind driven rain began to
beat them. He began to giggle, while she
laughed. But there were still sadness in her eyes.

“I can‟t believe I did this.” He said. “I just wanna prove to you that I can’t ever love someone else.” He said, staring at her as if he were trying to see past her words, to read her thoughts.

They didn’t make love. He couldn’t just do it. He
felt he was taking advantage of her body simply
because she would let him.
They hugged themselves in the rain until the icy
cold ran through their spines.

He’d dreamed about her, her remarkable eyes,
but he’d only pictured them filled with sadness
that nearly matched his own.



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The cool air felt heavy against my bare arms, as
if they were holding onto raindrops that were
reluctant to fall. It was a cold Sunday evening,
I sat comfortably under the comfort of my
children’s duvet, while I watched them sleep.

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Then I heard familiar voices in the sitting room.
David and Ifeoma were back from church.
“Don’t worry, she won’t do anything to you.
Take off your jacket, let’s go inside.”

David Instructed, serious faced as they entered
the sitting room. Ifeoma sat quietly on the
couch. Her heart skipped a bit when she saw
me appear in the sitting room, immediately she
sensed my watchful eyes, she became bold
and confident.

“You should let me be please madam Ekom. It
is not my fault that pastor wants Me.” she said
in a shaky tone.
“Get prepared for where God will be taking you
to Ifeoma. Very soon, you will be so ashamed of yourself, God has revealed to me how such
a day will be.”

“And I hope he also revealed to you that I
have finally agreed to divorce you Ekom. You
and your adopted kids should start packing.”
David said, he didn’t look directly at my face.
I flew on the center table firmly and slapped
him twice on the Face.

You and your Adulterous lover will leave this
house of my sweat for me and my Children. I
toiled with you! Prayed that we grow together.
I carried the sands of this house on my head,
which led to my first and last miscarriage!
Go to hell with your divorce paper, I am God’s
own woman, I detest divorce. I will be patient.

Go to hell with your church! With your lover!
Shame on you two! ” I snapped at them, I was
throwing curses at them. Tears rolled down my
cheeks, I made choking sounds as I walked
angrily into the Room. A film of sweat coated
my entire body like a second skin.

The silence was broken only by the whir of the
ceiling fan as it sliced through the still air.
David sat down and slowly lowered his head
into his hands.
“Ekom, unbelievable. You mean David said
these words to you?”
Pastor Felix asked. He has been David’s
childhood friend since the days of theological
school. He founded a big church and had a
large congregation too.

Pastor Felix was a mature looking man, who had grey hairs and wore round spectacles at all times. He was a learned man of God who was highly respected.
He was also the president of Pastors Forum.

“How can a church as big as Hills ministries
condone such sinful act from their pastor? I am
so disappointed to hear this. What did Lady
Georgina say about this?” He asked in a
baritone voice.

My eyes were heavy, and I was trying so hard
to control tears from running out again.
“It’s okay Ekom. I am really sorry. I need you
to pray seriously now. You are a strong
woman.” he said as he patted my back softly.

“I am holding a pastor’s meeting for this
reason by tomorrow.” He said authoritatively.
My nerves bit with frustration and tension. I
was so ashamed that my marriage was going


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Tega’s laughter subsided, but a wistful smile
remained on her face.
Omote had told her about her encounter with
Isioma, who was popularly known as ‘the
school fucker’ in secondary school.


“Does she still do that her busy body?” Tega
asked, smiling wide.
“Ahhh….yes o.” Omote giggled.
“I am surprise that she said she is married.
what then was she doing at a hotel with a
small boy?”

“I don’t know o. She asked me to call her. So
maybe we will talk about that when we see.”
“Ah! Isioma the crazy girl.” Tega laughed.
There was a loud knock on the door. Tega and
Omote wondered who it was.
“Are you expecting a visitor?” Tega asked.

Omote walked to the door and opened it
immediately she saw who it was.
“It’s Kennedy.” She whispered to Tega and
clicked the door open.
“Where is my money?” Kennedy asked in a
baritone voice. His face became stern. There
were beads of sweat on his face, and he
looked pale.

Omote did not look at his face, rather, she felt
his surprise.
“He didn’t touch me.” Omote said with a frown
on her face.
“Meaning that he didn’t give me any money.”

“Liar!” Kennedy yelled. ” You mean that a
whole Chief Akporo who gives girls 100k as
thanks for coming, did not give you a dime
“Maybe he doesn’t like me. But I swear on my
late father’s grave, that man didn’t give me a
kobo. He only said that he was going to see
me again.”

“If I find out that you are lying enh, I will make
sure Chief doesn’t see you again.” His voice
was getting louder, his head bobbing. He
walked away and slammed the door

“Omor. Kennedy introduces you to big men? I
thought you said he is just a good friend?”
Tega asked softly, she continued, “Did the man
give you money?”
“Holy mary, Yes!” She yelled. “He gave me
200k, and I am supposed to give Ken 20k.”
She sat gently on the couch.

“So why can’t you give him, since you will have
a whole 180k to yourself?”
“Because I am trying to set up a business for
you. Since you can’t use what you have to get
what you want. let me be the twerp.”

“I didn’t send you to go about sleeping with
men for money. I will not give out my body for
Money!” Tega said arrogantly.
“But you can sleep with a man for love and silly
emotions? See, I am not doing this for you, I
am doing this for mama. She has suffered
enough for Us. If I want to waste my time, and
watch you as my elder sister to hustle and take
care of us, we will all die.

Start thinking of what you can do, so that I can make plans to give you some money. you think sey to find job for Lagos na beans?” Omote said and walked angrily into the room.
Tega said nothing. She sat carefully on the
couch and bit her finger nails.

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