Titilayo splashed an egg on herself. She then went to the bathroom and recited the incantation the babalawo had given her to repeat, whilst the egg dried on her naked body. She didn’t speak to anyone that day. If the magic was to work, she must keep quiet and only speak to her ancestors.
Titilayo wanted to be rich. She wanted to show her ex-boyfriend who had insulted her of ‘poor woman’ that she was above him. She would make that oloshi pay for his word against her. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was nearly thirty-three and she still had what it took. Her body was firm and round at the same time. All she needed was wealth. A husband would come after.
Titi worked as a lawyer. She earned good money. She didn’t need to live in a council flat and could easily afford to buy a property but she had decided that wealth was more important than her comfort. She spent most of her wages on babalawos who predicted that one day she would become a rich woman. She had done all sort of rituals in the past. Some had been powerful. She never knew how she managed to become a lawyer. She first got a job as secretary in a law firm and the company sponsored her to study a BA in criminal law. The company then employed her as a trainee lawyer. Her salary were excellent from the start. She kept being promoted.
Titi missed home. Ile du gan. Her twin sister, Abeke was already married and had children. If Titilayo was to get married too, she would have a husband to look after her but she wanted to be an independent woman. Ilu eyinbo had taught her that. It taught her that she could be her own woman and that she didn’t have to answer to any man. She could be strong on her own too. Nobody needed to tell her what to do. All those new learnt thoughts were one of the reasons Titilayo remained single for six years though she wouldn’t admit it. To her, as an independent woman, she searched for success first.
She had a casual relationship with Abayo, a security guard. Ko foye. Neither did he have money. He was always broke and asked Titi for money. Abayo seemed to always be broke since she met him. He earned £18K/ year. After tax, there wasn’t much money remaining. He could be slow too. His speech was left to be desired. He still had a strong Yoruba accent and that beer belly of his didn’t do much to her either. She was ashamed of introducing him to her friends. Abayo wouldn’t know how to conduct himself in society. He acted as if he had come straight from the village, eating amala with obe la everyday. How could a man be so unsophisticated? She wondered. He wore the same clothes every time she saw him. She couldn’t help but look down on him.
For her birthday, he bought her some flowers. That was stingy! How could she even begin to think of introducing him to her friends when they all got husbands that gave them diamonds for special occasions. She had admitted that she hadn’t picked the best man to have sex with. She planned on ending the relationship. Her eyes were now on that brother from church, he was good-looking but not as educated as she. He had a degree and worked as an accountant earning a small salary.
Talking of church, she felt singled out whenever the pastor talked of fornication, He seemed to be passionate about that subject more than any other. His voice always seemed to rise when the word ‘fornication’ came out of his mouth. He was a big African man who was surely not fooling anyone when it came to fornication as she had seen how he lured at her from his pulpit with disgust sometimes but mostly with lust. When he looked at Titi with disgust, he always seemed to accidentally come out with the word ‘Jezebel’. Titi knew that he wished he could have her just even for one night stand especially when his wife was as fat as he was. The pastor singled her out too by talking of single women with career but no man. He seemed to be a bitter old man. Anyway, she had heard that he slept with some female members from church by wanting to chase the demon out of them.
He often said that Satan operated in many ways. He operated by bringing men and women apart thereafter bringing out the prostitute in them. He operated by making black women too independent from men and making them feel superior to men. He operated by making black women more employable than black man. He operated by African women talking back to their husband. And the pastor’s rants went on and on. Poor old soul! Everyone knew that his wife was a PA in the city whilst he was only a bus driver.
Titi’s friends were mainly from church. Sabina was getting married the week after. When would it be Titi’s turn. She needed a man too. She loved money more though. She had done some juju to get Sabina’s fiancé’s but it didn’t work. The bablawo had instructed her to discreetly get a single hair from the man and to rub it in one of her dirty pant with the love magic potion. It had been difficult for Titi to get the hair but the rest of the process was sweet. She only had to think of the man lovingly whilst she rubbed the magic potion in her dirty patta. The witch doctor had promised Titi that she would get the man after 4 weeks but she waited more than 7 months to give up on the man.
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