HOLY SEX Episode 18
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👩❤️👨 HOLY SEX EPISODE EIGHTEEN: 💞
Do they know what it means to be fruitless?
Do they know what it means to be referred to by your husband’s people as fruitless, as a pumpkin with no seeds inside, as a wombless woman?
Do they?
If they knew what it meant to find oneself in that kind of situation, then they,d not blame you for sleeping with your pastor.
You have a friend named Iya Bola. She has been your friend for God-knows-how-long.
She was with you while you were growing up in Ibadan. As kids, you played together in school and in the streets.
When you left secondary school, one godforsaken boy put you in the family way. Iya Bola was there to help you remove the blood. She called it blood and told you that it wasn’t a baby. Who would want to have a godforsaken baby, right?
Your friend has been with you through thick and thin.
When your husband’s people began calling you names and persecuting you, she was there for you, suggesting things to do and what not to do.
All the thirteen exorcists and diviners you have visited, she suggested all of them. She suggested the herbal medicines you have taken, countless of them.
She was the one who suggested that you travel to Nsukka to meet with one native doctor who knew all the secrets about producing the fruit of the womb. After your stressful trip to Nsukka and all the money you spent. Nothing happened.
Today, Iya Bola is very jubilant as she enters your boutique. Your salesgirl serves her a bottle of Heineken. When she is done drinking, she says to you:
“Sade. All your problems are over. The baby we’ve been looking for in Sokoto is right here in our shokoto! What we’ve been searching for in faraway lands has been right next door all along.”
Her voice is high pitched. She re-ties her wrapper and brings out her mirror to check if the tumbler she used to drink her beer has smeared her lipstick. You are silent, watching as she reapplies the lipstick and retouches her headgear there and there and there. When she is satisfied that everything is in perfect order, she says to you:
“Are you going to ask me what this new solution is? ”
“What is the solution, Madam Solution?” you tease her, trying to mask your burning interest.
“Sade. All the bickering from your husband’s people is over.”
You are getting slightly impatient with her theatrics, but you brighten up nevertheless. Something in her face tells you that Iya Bola may gotten it right this time. This new solution may be the right one. She is looking so serious, so very sure of what she is about to divulge.
She lowers her voice and says to you:
“Have you heard of this church called Saving Grace Incorporated?”
“Who hasn’t? Is it not Pastor Samuel’s church?”
“Yes. That’s him. Now I acquired this information from the right source. They say that he is so powerful that he can make a barren woman conceive merely by looking at her.”
“Serious?”
“I have never been more serious.” Iya Bola narrates all the stories she’s heard about barren women having babies with Pastor Samuel’s help.
“Do I have to become a member of Saving Grace Inc.?”
“Not quite. All we need to do is pay him a visit at his office and tell him that you have been coming to the church for some time and that you like the work God is doing through him. We will tell him your problem and hope that he will assist.”
TO Be Continued
