He has just arrived from church. He flops, exhausted, on his big bed, in the first room of his three-room apartment comprising a bedroom, a kitchen and a restroom, perfect for his bachelor life. He drags down the tie on his neck, it has been a frustrating yoke all through service, but the gentleman in him wouldn’t let him take it off. There is electric power. He turns on the ceiling fan, and afterwards, turns on the TV set, and Frank Edward’s ‘I Lift My Voice’ music video is playing on AIT. He nods to the rhythm and mimes along, it is one of his favourite songs and by one of his favourite artistes. His mobile phone rings out, and he turns down the volume of his TV set to answer the call. The line turns off as soon as he picks up to say ‘hello’.
Knock. Knock. Knock..
He stands up and moves to the door. He already expects it, it is Sunday, flexing Sunday, his male friends are definitely going to soon flood the room as he, Dare, is one of those bachelors that have got the ‘papers’. He opens the door to meet the shock of the year. His eyes widen in disbelief.
With her hand still on the red button of her mobile phone, her lips bend in a sensual smile as Dare’s eyes take in her curvaceous body. He never knew she is this magnetic, he has never known her this way, and she is the least expected. He swallows hard. Her sex appeal is overwhelming- thanks to her mercilessly short body-hugging red gown which is generously showing off the packages.
“Good afternoon Brother Dare”
No reply. Dare just keeps staring and gulping.
“Can I come in?”
“No you can’t!” he wants to scream. But he ends up nodding like an idiot.
As she walks in, his eyes escort her full and round butt bouncing behind her. Dare shakes his head, frustrated by Satan’s keen interest in him. Just about three hours ago, he had almost cried his eyes out for God’s forgiveness, promising to change his ways, how can this trap be coming so quickly? He shuts the door, and turns. Only her bag is on the bed, “she must have gone to the restroom”, Dare sighs, and continues to watch the television.
Three minutes later, she is back from restroom. Dare’s eyes want to jump out of their sockets, and his breath is shaking as he beholds what is before him: naked rounded creamy breasts, bare shimmering skin, naked fleshy shapely thighs, endless legs. She is stark-naked. A libidinous surge rises from within him.
“Are you going to keep sitting there or…?” She winks at him, making him gulp. And then she begins to caress her body, slowly running her hands through her breasts, and then through her hips, and down her thighs, and then in between her thighs, heightening the already burning heat on his nether regions. She turns to back him, and begins a slow erotic butt dance.
“Oh Lord Jesus, I know you can understand that this is just beyond my control. Please permit me this once, just this once” His heart speaks
And then, Dare, like a ravening wolf that has found a prey, attacks Jennifer -Sister Jennifer, an usher in his church -grabbing her, throwing her on the bed, and pouncing on her in erotic violence.
“Just a second” he grabs his phone.
“Sorry bro. I won’t be home today. Gotta rush to my sick mum. Thanks for your understanding” his hand texts speedily, and he forwards it to all his friends, and then delves back into Jennifer.
She screams his name in different octaves as he explores her packages. She has a tantalizing body as well as incredible bedding skills.
He rolls off her about ten minutes later, closing his eyes as he tries to catch his breath as well as get some air. He gets up a few minutes later to get his phone from the television on top of which he has kept it. He gets to the television, but he never gets to pick it. His hand just goes through both the phone and the television.
“Is nature playing a fast one on me now?” He wonders. But all his efforts to get his hand to touch the phone are futile as his hand ends up just going through the object. Something isn’t right.
And then he hears Jennifer scream like one who has been greeted with horror, and turns to a shocking discovery. He sees himself lying, lifeless, on the bed like a log of wood, and then it dawns on him that he beholds his corpse. His eyes grow big at the reality. He rushes to it and tries to reach his body, but no, it is impossible. He opens his mouth, and lets out a loud shrill. He sobs uncontrollably, sorry for himself. Jennifer cannot hear him. She runs into the bathroom and comes back three minutes later, dressed up. She grabs her bag and begins making for the door.
“Treacherous bastard! Slimy beast! Demon!!” He screams.
“You waste your time, Dare. She cannot hear you. You do not belong here anymore. Your time here is up. It’s time to go.” It is the hoarse voice of an ugly man in a black robe, who has appeared and is standing by the door.
Dare looks at the man, and for a second, he remembers the words of Pastor Samuel hours back: ‘Whereas ye know not what shall be on the the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away’. He lets out a deafening cry.
“No! I can’t go with you!” He screams as he stares at his corpse.
“You can’t stay here either” The ugly man says as he holds his hand, and whew! they vanish.
Jennifer glances at the body lying lifeless on the bed one last time, and then bolts away.