POOLEY GIRL (18+) episode 7

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By Evans Aboagye Tawiah
It took me some months to recover from
Alhaji Jubril’s experience. It wasn’t easy at all for me.To imagine that I had laid side by side with a corpse till daybreak was traumatic on its own. What if the ghost had strangled me to death? What story would I have narrated to God in
judgement? The experience reminded me of how long ago I last went to church. One thing about living a reckless life is that it
has a way of luring you away from God.
You start avoiding the things of God probably because you feel so dirty and unworthy to be in His presence. It had been months I last went to church and
somehow I felt I needed a come back.
One Sunday; 3weeks after Alhaji Jubril’s saga died down, I went to church for the first time in nine months. My parents had brought me up the christian way and taught me all the things I needed to know about my christian faith. My parents were Anglicans and we all went to church together. We were seven in our family; three girls and four boys. I was the first child and my younger ones looked up to me for direction.
As a result, I had so much responsibilities on my shoulders so my parents were very strict and thorough with me. Their strictness doubled when I reached puberty and started seeing my period. My mum in particular was always on my neck hammering into my ears how wicked and deadly men were.
“Its true that we are not all that buoyant,” she would say to me. “But then never accept any favour from any boy or man no matter who. Infact anywhere you see them start running.” I nodded my head severally each time she dished out this piece of advice.
Her strictness even increased my curiosity to find out what it was about men that was so deadly. I was barely seventeen when I lost my virginity to one of our street boys whom I loved so much and was very nice to me. I had felt severe pain that very first time he thrust his young penis into my wet glory but that was all about that. Every other thing that
followed was pleasurable.
When I got admission into the university to study accountancy, all the strictness and harshness from my parents dramatically reduced and I began to notice a new found respect they had towards me. But all that was now in the past.
The pastor’s sermon that sunday was very
touching and it was as if the whole sermon was directed at me. I felt so dirty and guilty inside but nonetheless man and woman had got to survive and my
own case wasn’t different.
I came back from a friend’s house three days later and saw a brand new infinity suv parked in front of our hostel.
It wasn’t a new thing to find flashy cars
parked in front of our hostel but something was peculiar about this one.
The number plate had the name “STELLA – 001″ inscribed on it.
My roommate Stella had purchased a brand new car. My eyes widened with envy and I felt bad. I was yet to buy simple camry while my roommate owned two suv cars. And what was more? The number plate  was customized. Not even an ordinary number plate and both of us were in the same business. Was it that there was something I wasn’t doing right or was Stella hiding certain things from me? I couldn’t tell.
I quietly entered our room. Stella was
jubilating with some friends when I came in. “Linda baby!” Stella hailed as I walked in. “Meet my wonderful roommate.” She said turning to her friends and swinging her left hand towards me.
“Linda baby! Welcome,” Stella’s friends chorused.
“Thank you dearies,” I replied with a smile on my face.
“Please what are we celebrating?” I
asked pretending like I hadn’t seen the car outside.
“Stella bought a new car,” they chorused
aloud.
“Wow! Baby I’m so happy for you,” I shouted hugging my roommate. “This truly calls for celebration.” I added like I was happy.
I acted happy through out the jubilation even though deep inside, I was full of envy towards my roommate. She was doing better than I was in the business and I wasn’t happy but then I didn’t know what to do.
A thought flashed across my mind to plan with my male friends who were cultists and snatch the new car from her to show the extent my envy had gotten to. A second thought countered the first and
informed me of the consequences that
awaited me should the plan fail but the envy I felt inside overshadowed the second thought and I seriously started
thinking of how best to actualize my plan.
I followed up the plan and was very happy
when a week later my roommate ran into our room crying profusely that her new Infinity SUV had been stolen at gunpoint.
I pretended to be shocked by the news and shouted at the top of my voice like the news had hurt me but deep inside I was happy.
I couldn’t watch my roommate outdo me in a business both of us were in together so I had to do what I did. Since I ventured into the business, it had been from one misfortune to the other while my
roommate had been having a smooth ride all along. Then a thought crossed my mind of the possibility that my roommate must have charmed me to slow down my progress.
“How come I never thought of this?” I asked myself wondering aloud. I knew of one spiritualist whose temple was located around our campus and I wasted no time in consulting him…
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