In celebration of daddy Mike Bamiloye’s Birthday, read and be blessed.
The Virgin’s Slot Chapter 4
Inspired by the Holy Spirit.
Written by Damilola Babs
“He is the only man I know willing to spend for my family without asking for sex.” Mary explained.
“Then get a job, or get another man and…and…” she turned away from her friend.
“And what?” Mary asked turning Helen’s face you herself.
“And sleep with him abeg.”
“Helen!”
“What?”
“You know my stand. I don’t want to sleep with any man until marriage.”
“Na Wetin?!” Helen parched, her eyes widening. She was angry already. “Look me well, I be virgin? No, but Paul practically worships the ground that I walk on. He loves me crazy and does not deny me anything I ask him.”
“Except sex,” Mary interjected and sighed.
“See, this is not me trying to influence you badly, but Wisdom isn’t wise, he isn’t good for you, he is bad news and I don’t want him for you.”
The door squeaked from behind and her mother entered. Helen knew better than to continue. The woman hated her as she hated Wisdom. She was bad news as far as Mary’s mother was concerned, bu daughter loved the girl.
“Good morning ma…ermm, I mean, good afternoon ma.” Helen stuttered and bent too many times.
“Hmm,” the woman responded coldly and opened the door wide. Both Mary and Helen knew what she meant. The two signaled each other and Helen picked her bag to leave.
“Good bye ma.” She greeted on her way out, but was soundly ignored.
“Mary, Mary, ki lo se e? What is wrong with you? Yesterday, it wasn’t Wisdom that came to drop you. Your new dress was torn and you came in with a new man. A new man! Eh!” She shouted and sat on the bed beside her daughter.
“Mummy now, ejo. Stop doing this. Andrew is just a friend I met yesterday.”
“Hmm Hmm?” She asked raising a brow.
“Yes Mummy and nothing happened. It was your one in a billion son-in-law to be that beat me up again.” Mary finally yelled.
“Mary, Mary, don’t say it like that now, ehn? Couples fight oo. Your father and I-“
“Oh please mom! Yes, you both fought, but never did he raise his hand on you. Look mom, I am getting a job and I am breaking up with that foolish Wisdom!”
“You will do no such thing! Never! How do you want to be grateful for all this man has been doing for us. Look at where we are staying, he got it for us. Your brother’s school fees, my medicines and the hospital bills. What meager salary can you earn that would solve all of our problems?”
“Why then did Daddy send me to school before he died? Why? Ehn? I want to work, contribute my quota and do my bit instead of laying my body down on the sacred altar of Wisdom and his family. His younger sister treats me like a dog, his mother treats me worse and he, he treats me like…like…nothing!” She landed with a sob and a honk followed. Her mother checked through the window quickly.
“Wisdom is here. You will wipe those tears off your face, go out there and beg him.” She told Mary with so much excitement like she hadn’t heard anything her daughter said.
“Beg hi-“
“You will listen to and stop arguing.”
She told her already walking to the door. “I am sure you know he hates waiting. Be fast and please put on something better, you look like a mess.” She finally told her and walked out.
Mary didn’t know what to do or say, she just stood there and let her tears roll down her cheeks. She spent a few minutes more before going out to meet Wisdom in his car. Her mother was standing close to his car, talking to him indistinctly and laughing. Mary heaved to hide her anger, but her face was stone strong. Her mother was now walking towards her winking and gesturing for her to smile. She stopped once she reached her side.
…to be continued tomorrow by 8 pm.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
No part of this book shall be plagiarized except if authorized by the author.
P.S. I can do Ghostwriting, Scriptwriting, and business writings as well.