“That usher, the dark one with froggy eyes, I gave it to her today, meeeen!,” Weruche boasted to her friend Amina.
They were heading out of church after the Sunday service. Amina served in the children’s department. Both ladies usually shared a cab home as they lived on the same street. Weruche was the tall, shapely, dark beauty who felt the whole world should benefit from her looks. Her outfit of the day was a red mini skirt, a navy blue blouse that revealed some cleavage, and six inch high navy pumps. Add to that her wild, wavy, blonde weave, and red lipstick and you had a siren.
“What happened? ,” Amina asked her.
“Imagine O! That I should not sit by the aisle. Why? Just check out my swag, now,” she replied.
“So what did you say to her?”
“I pushed her aside and sat there. She called the head usher. That one already knows me. He just told her to leave me alone”
“For goodness sake, this is a pentecostal church. Is it not for liberty that we all left the churches we grew up in? Abeg!,” she made a hissing sound and waved a hand dismissively.
“The girl would not have heard anything they preached today,” Amina murmured.
“That is her business. My mind is free of any condemnation. This is my father’s house and he understands me. Did Pastor send her?” Weruche was gesticulating as she spoke.
“I was singing and dancing like no man’s business. And today’s praise was on point. That guy in the choir, I just like him”
“Is it Bro. Gbenro?”
“I think that is his name. One of these days, I have to get his number”, she mused, rubbing her chin.
“Hian! For what?,”
“He can teach me to sing now,” Weruche protested.
“Wallahi, don’t take your boobs anywhere near that man of God O!” Amina pushed her playfully.
Weruche laughed and tugged at her top so that it exposed even more than it had before.
“Is it my fault that I am a double D?,” she winked.
“You would be surprised that they have clothes that fit your bust in the market,” Amina mocked her.
Weruche laughed again. “Don’t be a sour puss. All fingers are not equal.”
She took a disparaging glance at Amina’s smaller figure covered in a blue gown that did her justice but was not revealing.
Amina also looked at herself.
“What does that mean?,” she asked.
Weruche rolled her eyes and waved a hand at a taxi that drew up just then.
“Palace way?,” she asked the driver.
“N3000,” the driver replied.
“How can?,” Amina protested.
Weruche motioned for her to be silent. Leaning forward provocatively, she let him have an eyefull.
“Oga, abeg, we be student. Help us. We only have N1500,” she purred.
The man stared helplessly.
“Come in, come in! I like helping students. Enter!”
She turned and winked at her friend who was shaking her head. As they turned to use the only good door on the other side of the cab, she whispered into Amina’s ears.
“You see favour? God is truly faithful.”
Congratulations to Nigeria for successfully conducting the elections. We thank God for peace.
Cheers, Dr. N