Damilola Babs

Inspired by the Holy Spirit

Written by Damilola Babs

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The next day, he was in the house. Looking like he had just won an award in the Grammies. Helen could not bring herself to be nice to the man. She was at her friend’s place to spend the weekend after a very long while and this sight wasn’t palatable.

“Yes,” Helen stood around the entrance like she wouldn’t let him in.

“Morning. You obviously forgot about manners.” He told her.

“Is that Wisdom?” Mary asked from inside the house looking all dressed up. Helen hissed and walked back in the living room. Wisdom strolled into the living room and hugged her.

“Hey baby,” he called to Helen’s disgust. She wished she had come visiting on a different day, not now, not today. The evil she saw standing close and hugging her friend was bad news already. She waddled to the longest seat in the living room, laid on it and turned away from them both. Soon, they were out and she was glad she could breathe without having to think of them.

“Aunty Helen,” It was Joshua calling her. She knew exactly why without being told. The guy sounded as worried as she was about her friend.

“Yes, Joshua, what is it?” She asked, sitting up immediately.

“Pray for my sister,” he told her still frowning.

“Pray? Did you just say pray?” Prayer cannot do this one oo.”

“Prayer is limitless, it moves beyond our limitations and works wonders.”

“Okay now, you too be praying as I am praying. God will help her.” She told the young man watched him go back to the room.

She wasn’t the very spiritual type, but she knew God answered prayers. At least, she learned that from songs and her mother and maybe Sunday school classes. The ones she abandoned before she clocked twelve. Notwithstanding, Helen cleared her throat and knelt down. She clapped her hands together loudly and cleared her throat again.

“Tor, God, Joshua says that prayer is limitless. Well, me sha know that you have power, power to bulldoze this foolish Wisdom out of my fiend’s life.”

She tilts over to see if Mary’s mother was anywhere close.

“God, I know that with you I can gossip.” She whispered her next lines. “Mary’s mother does not really have sense, so help her not to lose her daughter to senselessness. Abi. So what should I say again now? Tor, in Jesus name I have prayed, amen.” She rounded up her prayer and got up. At least she prayed, she thought, as she laid back and slept.

It was one month after the breakup and Mark wanted to hurt Mary back madly. He was his born-again childhood friend and so there was no way he was going to let Mary’s disloyalty go under the carpet. Andrew had his big plans and he was working on them. He wasn’t a broke guy. He was hardworking, comfortable, and had the dream of owning a fashion company.

It was a Monday and Mark knew it was the right time to strike. He had sent for Mary in his office that early morning sounding like it was an emergency when he did. She came in trying to control her breath. Nobody entered the CEO’s office except they were invited. She could count the number of times she had entered Mark’s office throughout her working days, it made the call very shocking.

“Good morning sir, you sent for me.” She told him.”

“Yes, sit.” He responded without looking at her. Mark heart began to beat too fast. He thought of Emem, his love and then his friend turn brother. He knew he would never hurt his friend and his friend didn’t want to see her hurt. He was a hunk, determined to seduce her, sleep with her, and dump her, but then, thinking of how much his friend respected her. The mere thought of seeing her naked caused his heart to shrink with fear.

“Umm…you know what? I change my mind, you may go.” He told her looking at her and swaying on his seat from side to side. She nodded and walked back out…

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