Sister Vanilla

The sisters from Our Lady of Fatima convent walked into the church shortly before benediction began. Sister Vanilla was a novitiate and a young beautiful one at that. I call her Vanilla because she scented of vanilla. Unlike the other sisters who were frocked in the traditional habit, Sister Vanilla and four others were garbed in a dowdy white shirt and an ill-fitting dark skirt which was gathered at the waist – the uniform of novitiates I reckon. But no amount of hideous clothing could’ve concealed Sister Vanilla’s true beauty. The outlines of her hips and full bum kind of managed to show despite the skirt and the extra extra-large blouse couldn’t screen her enormously endowed bust. She’d a face that could hold anyone’s gaze a second or two longer than necessary and a figure that could get the beholder to think things; those things.

My heart rose and fell when Sister Vanilla stopped next to the row where I sat engrossed in wondering thoughts and asked if she could join me. Sure why not? I could even give up my space for her. But the church wasn’t filled and such display of chivalry was uncalled for.

Sister Vanilla sat next to me and my tummy swarm with butterflies. Throughout benediction, I thought of nothing else but how closely I was sitting to the world’s most fetching sister. Her voice was as lovely as her face and when she chanted those Latin hymns, she sounded like Lark the song bird. I’d no hymn book so we shared hers. We shared her prayer book and bible too. But I’d my own bible.

Was Sister Vanilla feeling the same way I was feeling sitting next to her? Was I having the same effect on her like she was having on me? Most certainly! Else why did she choose to sit next to me of all the spaces in the church? Why didn’t she stick with her fellow Sisters?  She was developing a thing for me, I was sure and I felt duty bound to tell her the feeling was mutual. I’d walk right up to her after benediction and tell her I feel the whole world about her. She would tell me she’d been waiting for me to say that all her life. We would hug and kiss and tears would spill down our cheeks then I’d slip a ring on the middle finger of her left hand. Two weeks later we would wed in the same church and my! I’d save her the sorrows of living a celibate life.

When benediction was over, Sister Vanilla joined her Sister friends once again. I’d hesitated about telling her how I felt about her when I’d the chance, now it was kind of late for presently she and the other sisters were waiting for the mother superior by the bus which would convey them back to the convent. A seminarian joined the sisters by the bus and was making small talk. He must have said something funny for the sisters all burst out laughing. Sod him! It should’ve been me, see? I was watching the sisters from a distance but I can swear Sister Vanilla was giving the seminarian ‘the eye.’ Or was I just imagining things? Perhaps it was me she was giving ‘the eye’ after all. But I won’t know; I was far off.

The moment I summoned the courage to walk up to the gay Sisters and request an audience with Sister Vanilla was the same moment mother superior chose to show up. Soon enough, she was behind the wheel and before long the bus cranked into life. The mirthful sisters waved gaily at the seminarian, then boarded the bus. I watched heart brokenly as the bus drove pass me; out of my sight. Why was I thinking of Sister Vanilla after all? I should’ve known she was already taken – God sure takes the good ones.

© Pever X 2012. All rights reserved.

32 thoughts on “Sister Vanilla” by Pever X (@peverx)

  1. “scented of vanilla”

    I don’t think that sentence is correct. I think ‘she smelled like’ or maybe ‘her scent put in mind that flavor-” you know, some air of mystic. I’m just saying.

    The ending was somewhat too abrupt. I think you should have strung us along for a bit – and then dropped the bomb. The way you ended it made it something of an anti climax.

    I think.

    Nice. I like your story telling angle.

    1. @Seun; Tanks. I will do something about the smell scent observation. As for the abrupt ending, i think i like it that way. Tanks

  2. Hehehehe…this time, na God o. If him catch you…!

    I like your story.

    1. @ Electrika: Tanx

  3. Lol @ God sure takes the good ones. Nice story

  4. Funny story. But like Seun, some unusual phrases drew me out. Frocked in this garbed in that. Those are not correct.

    1. Garbed and frocked. Whats wrong with the words na? I sort of like those words. If the usage is not wrong then lets let it fly.

  5. @Pever X, i love this story but what is the message for US here?

    1. Just to make you laugh. I am an entertainer. Morals belong to the moralists

  6. Short, amusing and straightforward, @peverx.

    “Sister Vanilla and four others were garbed in a dowdy white shirt and an ill-fitting dark skirt”

    is better as

    “Sister Vanilla and four others were dressed in dowdy white blouses and ill-fitting dark skirts”

    1. @TolaO: Missed these guys correcting points…
      Always on point!

    2. @Tola;Actually’ Sister Vanilla was wearing a shirt and not a blouse. Novitiates at Our Lady of Fatima wear shirts and not blouses. This might be fiction but there is an element of reality in every fiction.

  7. @Zubi: Well, I don’t think that we should always approach a story with the ‘give us a lesson’ angle :) Sometimes, the story is just there for you to enjoy and make what deductions you can – or if not, simply enjoy it :)
    @peverx: I remember this tale and the rendition. Somehow, I differ from Seun on the issue of the end. I enjoyed the end particularly the last line. Was something to laugh about. Smells of mischief – like you.
    That aside, I think the points raised on some of your words and phrases are on point. You might want to consider reworking them for this tale to be better appreciated.
    In all, well done on this piece. S’

  8. Asides some of those sentences, the quality of the narrative was good. I was able to follow the story till the end. You tired to paint the pictures clear enough.
    I liked it.

  9. @Salliness; Tanx. One or two sentences gone bad; but not so bad to mar the whole story. I am a trained Accountant. I need an editor to scrutinize every sentence. But editors are busy business-like people. Tanx again

  10. Not bad.
    Whats with “i’d my own bible?” is that supposed to be a style?

    1. @Kaycee I adore connotations, I’m in love with them.That’s supposed to be I HAD.

  11. that was a pretty nice fiction, funny, story with lessons to be learn t there, God for sure chooses the good ones and the funny thong is that you can’t question him nice try keep it up!

  12. funny story. quite intriguing guy,kp it up.

  13. All’s well that ends well. @peverX, what’s that jab on Editors? :)

    1. @sueddie, not you, not you at all.hahahahaha

  14. Nice story…got me carried along. I just wished there was a twist to the ending…the type that would leave reader stunned for the next 5 minutes.

    well done

    1. @afronuts.Wish i had thought about it. Thanks

  15. Much ado about that tho….

  16. the seminarian for no spoil show na lol- bros i like your story simple, flowing like red wine cheers

  17. Kai! I know where you are coming from. Most of the reverend sisters and fathers in my school are very pretty. Sometimes we say God has big eye.
    Nice one. Well done. $ß.

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