Sister Nkasi - S01 E04

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Sister Nkasi - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

I got home, took my bath and began crying afresh. I called sis. Nkasi and pastor John, but they weren’t picking their calls. For four days, I didn’t attend any lectures. Thankfully, for sis. Sandra, who was there for me, encouraging me and helping me out.

Mom heard the news that particular day we had a meeting. I was not surprised, she wasn’t even mad at pastor John, she said I was a possessed child, who lured the young man, and my dad? He threatened to withdraw me from school. Mom had to travel from Abuja to my school. She stayed with me for 2 days before she left. Those two days were hell. She had to apologize to pastor John, apologized to the senior Pastor to please still put eyes on me.

“You possessed child, you have made a strong young man who has been serving God in truth to fall into the sin of immortality.” She kept saying, throughout her time staying with me.

I fell into episodes of depression. The trauma of having church members throwing terrible commentaries at me, and my parents’ dislike for me, caused me untold depression.

I couldn’t leave the church or stop attending. I felt it would be better not to drop out of school, and go back to Abuja to receive torments from my parents. It was the best for me to submit to my parent’s instructions since I didn’t have the financial capacity to carter for myself, I was just a 19 years old lady who depends on her parents.

Every day, I stood gazing and staring at a place to recollect and place hands on the events surrounding my case. I had always been an inquisitive person, I promised myself to seek the truth.

On a Thursday, I was in the school library studying ENG 103; Survey in Literature, which laid on my desk, when Sis. Adaobi’s message came in. I reached out to the phone and clicked on the message.

“ Good evening, sis. Esther, how do you do? I would like to speak with you today at night concerning your issue with the church. You know we can’t meet in my place because of sis. Nkasi, my roommate. I would be coming to your lodge. Thank God you live alone. Gracias!”

My heart pounded hard, and my mouth turned soar in seconds. I could feel a line of sweat running through my thighs. I was so tensed that I could no longer read. I instantly picked my bag and books, boarded a tricycle to my lodge. I wished I could fast-forward the hand of time.

About 8:10pm, sis. Adaobi’s knock came right on my door. I greeted her in and had her sited with me on the bed.

“Sis. Esther, I am sorry you are going through this whole thing. Nobody would ever believe you due to the closeness you had with pastor John, me inclusive. I had a change of mind last week when I was going through my roommate’s phone. Sis. Nkasi was purging, we cooked a terrific pot of beans, so she went into the toilet to sh*t. I was with her phone browsing my assignment that night, I hadn’t megabytes, so I used hers. While I was copying from the internet, a message came in.” She said this, touching her nose and picking her eyes as she continued,

“See, there’s no affair going on between pastor John and Nkasi, although Nkasi loves pastor John, it’s not new to me, I have lived with her for two years, I have known she had something for him because I have seen messages where he had turned her down severally.” She said this, bringing out her phone and showing me screenshots of conversations.

“Read this…” she said, handing over the phone to me.

“I had to take my time to screenshot all these conversations in different days, so Nkasi doesn’t suspect me holding her phone for a long time.

“Good evening Choir Miss, Pastor John is not picking my calls. I am still bleeding. I’m scared, I don’t want to die. I would have tell my parents.” I read as I couldn’t believe what I was about to figure out.

“Wait a minute! Who’s this?” I asked

“ This message is from sis.Chikwado” she responded, but I couldn’t figure out the sister she was talking about in person.

“Who’s that? I don’t know her.”

“Ohm! Sis Chikwado, the dark, slender sister in choir.” She described.

“Is she short?”

“No na, let’s say she’s average, the dark skinned beautiful sister, she has broad hips and slim waist. “

“Hei! Yes, yes, she sings alto, she’s in her second year and is always on her own?” I added.

“Yes! You got it. She sent this message to sis. Nkasi.” she repeated looking at me as I placed my both hands on my head like a typical Yoruba girl in shock,

“Blood of Jesus!” I shouted, hitting her on the laps as if I had figured a mathematics formula.

“Unbelievable! I never thought of this. All these while, I assumed sis. Nkasi and pastor John had something going on o. I did not know. Hey!” I exclaimed.

To be continued…