Written by Feathers
“You slapped me?” Jessie exclaimed. She was not expecting that.
“Fred! are you going to watch her slap me and go scot free?” She asked.
“Am I suppose to slap her back for you? seeing that you are not making me happy. Why do I feel like you deserve the slap?”I said.
*Oh really! ”
The third party walked away angrily leaving Jessie and I at the room.
“Let’s go home.” She said.
“To do what, please?” I asked sitting majestically on the bed.
“To pray, my dear, you are now a pastor, you shouldn’t be doing this.” She said.
“Because pastors are spirits ,isn’t it? Blood isn’t flowing through pastors right? ” I was ironical but she grabsed my sarcasm.
She looked away and began to sing.
???? Father, take control ????
???? Son, take control ????
???? Holyghost, take control of my husband ????
???? father, take control ????
I just watched her as she sang.
“Father ,I pray, all the spirits that wants my husband to sleep with other women, let them die by fire.”
She closed her eye and began to pray.
I was so pissed at her, she should pray for herself to be truthful to her husband first.
I wonder if it is the the father she is praying to that told her to seal her ‘thing’ for her husband.
I walked out and left her there, she probably didn’t even know that I’ve left.
I wanted to pick another lady for the night but I realized that she might search further for where I was plus I’ve lost the mood.
I went home.
About ten minutes later, she also walked inside, singing!
???? Thank you, thank you…. Lord ????
???? Thank you Lord….thank you lord….for everything you have done ????
I just stared at her with disdain and shook my head.
“I’m happy my prayer was answered, I’m sure you will never go back to that club again. Let’s go and sleep.” She said as she approached me
“I’m sorry to say this but you now irritate me. You are full of lies.” I was blunt.
“If I had done wrong in the past, please forgive me , my Lord.”
“Who is your Lord? I ask again, when are we making love? you are deflowered already for crying out loud, otherwise, how did you get pregnant?” I questioned.
“Same way Mary got pregnant. I’m pregnant, fine. But I’m still flowered.”