The struggles of life
The raindrops kept penetrating through the newspaper cuttings that were glued on the woody wall. The beddings which were on the floor were almost soaking wet. The unwashed utensils from the previous day’s meal were stuffed in one corner of the room. Clothes which could easily be mistaken for rags were scattered all over the place making the room seem very much disorganized and dirty. It was almost getting dark and the rain was subsiding around Mukuru kwa Njenga slum area. Wanga walked into the house looking hungry and tired. He had spent all day selling sweets around the vicinity of his neighborhood with no luck. He put down his box of sweets and sat down on the floor in the middle of the room since it was the only place which seemed dry enough. As he looked around the room, he could not hold back his tears. Life kept getting worse each day no matter how hard he tried.
As he sat on the floor, his deep thoughts led him to the time when he left the village for the city. He was really positive about life. His fellow villagers kept talking about the good life that people lived in the city. This made Wanga to yearn for the city life. His friend Rico had mentioned that he would be leaving for the city in some few weeks time to look for a job and Wanga saw this as a perfect opportunity to also leave the village life and start a new life in the city. Wanga was the only kid to his parents who were involved in a road accident when he was doing his final year in primary school. The incident paralyzed his studies as he was not able to continue with his education ever since. He started doing manual works for a small pay that could sustain him until he started getting fed up with the village life.
A loud bang on the door startled Wanga from his deep thoughts. “Who is it?” he asked angrily. “You better lower your voice young man! I am here for my rent money”. A voice was heard from outside. Wanga bit his lower lip. He had managed to hide from the landlord since the beginning of the month because he was not in a position to pay up his rent as his hawking business was not doing well. He used to sell polythene bags to women in the market but ever since they got banned, he could not find any other suitable business to do apart from hawking sweets.
“I am so sorry sir, I was deeply asleep. I did not mean to shout at you” he said as he opened the door slowly.
“Wanga, what date is it today? Do you want me to throw you out? Where do you think I get the money to sustain myself and my family?” Wanga’s landlord kept shouting at him while trying to peep inside the house to see if there was any valuable item that he could confiscate.
“Just give me until tomorrow sir, I will bring the money to you myself” Wanga said knowing pretty well that he will have to come back late the following day to avoid paying up his rent. Business was really down and the little money he had made, he planned to use it as transport money to town the following day so that he can at least find some more customers. People around Mukuru wa Njenga area, either do not like sweets or they were too poor to waste the little money they had on such.
“Young man” the landlord said pointing at wanga, “if I don’t get my money by tomorrow evening, I will break down this door, throw everything you have outside and rent in another tenant. Is this your father’s house where you live for free? Tomorrow I want my money, or else…” he whistled, turned around and left. Wanga felt like picking up a stone and crushing the landlord’s skull from behind but with the little energy left in him, he just made some funny faces with his mouth then went back inside the house.
The following morning, Wanga was woken up by hunger pangs that could not allow him to lie down peacefully. He looked for some water to drink and wash his face and by that he took his box of sweets and left for town. The town had a lot of people walking around from every corner. Wanga immediately made his way to the bus stage where he knew he would get willing buyers.
After moving up and down all day, Wanga started making his way to the stage. The day’s sales were quite impressive considering it was his first time to sell sweets in town. As he was just about to cross to the other side of the road, he heard someone shout his name from behind. He turned his head trying to see who exactly was calling him.
“Ricoooo,” he shouted happily not knowing whether to put his box of sweets down and hug him or just shake hands like normal men do. Rico came straight to where he was and hugged him excitedly.
“Wanga my brother, how have you been? Where have you been hiding all this time? You can’t even call to say hi to your long lost friend?” Wanga just stared at Rico, smiling sheepishly wondering where on earth he would even get the money to buy a phone and call Rico.
“Tell me man, where are you headed?” Rico asked as he tried to peep inside the box to see what Wanga was carrying.
“I was on my way home from my daily hustles. You look so good my friend. Is it really you?” Wanga asked as he patted Rico’s left shoulder playfully. He could not help noticing how smartly dressed Rico was. He looked like he was actually rich.
“Come on brother, of course it is me. Can I buy you a bottle of beer as we catch up? It is quite early to go back home now.” Rico offered and Wanga immediately agreed. He could not remember the last time he felt the taste of beer in his mouth. The only thing that he manages to drink with the kind of money he earns is Muratina which usually knocks him out when he is on his second cup and when he wakes up later in the morning, he usually regrets drinking that poison in the name of alcohol as his mouth usually tasted as if he had been consuming sewage water the previous night.
They made their way into a small club which was just around the corner and Rico told Wanga to order anything we wanted.
“To be honest man” said Wanga, “I have not eaten anything all day. I am very hungry, can i…”
“Hey bro, just order anything man. Food, drinks, water, don’t worry, I got you covered”.
Wanga could not wish for more, it felt like Christmas. Free food, free drinks, what more can he ask for really. As the waiter brought the food, Rico excused himself to receive a call. As he was talking, Wanga looked at him quite closely. He couldn’t help noticing how smart his friend looked. Even his phone looked like it could pay up his whole year rent. He then looked down at his box of sweets and his dirty clothes and just wondered what he did to God to deserve such kind of life.
“So what do you do for a living bro”, Rico asked Wanga as he was making his way back to his seat. “I can see you with a box of sweets, are you a hawker or something?”
Wanga smiled sadly and narrated his sorry life to his friend without sugar coating anything. He was really tired of the city life and he was actually opting to go back to the village.
“I am so sorry Wanga, I had no idea that you were going through all this. Ever since we lost connection years back, I thought maybe you found a good job. Why didn’t you look for me?” Rico asked with a concerned tone in his voice.
“My friend, how could I start looking for you in such a city with no phone or any leads to your whereabouts?” Wanga replied.
“Don’t worry Wanga, I can help you if you are willing. You are like a brother to me. I would hate to see you suffer while I am in a position to help. How about you come and work for me and my team? It is much better than what you are doing now.” Wanga almost choked from the drink he was gulping down his throat.
“Are you serious Rico? You are offering me a job? You really don’t have to ask twice. Yes I will come to work for you. When do I start?” Wanga asked excitedly in disbelief.
“Tomorrow is fine with me, we can meet up in town then I take you to meet my other business associates. The details about the job can be discussed tomorrow when all my associates are present”. Wanga could not believe his luck. There was indeed a God. His suffering days were over. He felt like kneeling down and kissing his friend’s feet but he decided to shake his hand instead.
“Thanks bro, you have no idea how much this means to me. God bless you” he said still shaking Rico’s right hand vigorously. They continued drinking until around ten at night when Rico paid the bills and gave Wanga a thousand shillings note to cater for his transport back home. Wanga was overjoyed. He could not wait to get back home and pay his rent no matter how late it was since he had enough money now. They exchanged their goodbyes and Wanga made his way home feeling quite happy and satisfied. He could not wait for morning to come. Hopes started building up, hopes of a better tomorrow, hopes that his suffering days were coming to an end.
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Rico made his way to where he had parked his car feeling quite happy. His business was on the verge of bankruptcy and Wanga happened to be his only hope. Being his good friend since childhood, he was quite optimistic that Wanga was going to be a loyal employee unlike those he had dealt with before.
As he drove home, he passed by the supermarket to buy some snacks for his baby girl Tamina. The thought of her made him smile. Ever since she was born, he felt like he became a whole new person and felt the urge to keep fighting for a better life just to make Tamina’s life as comfortable as possible. His wife Mona was another different story that he never liked to think of. As he bought the snacks, he also bought some few toys and within no time he was already on his way home.
“Why haven’t you been answering my calls? It is already late, Tamina is asleep”. Mona, Rico’s wife blurted out as he walked in the house after parking his car outside. “Where have you been? I called your office only to be told you left hours ago.”
“I am sorry Mona, I never heard my phone ring. I was meeting up with a friend…” before Rico could finish what he was saying Mona jumped in full of rage.
“I knew it! Lillian could never have lied to me. You were seen at some restaurant in town buying drinks and having a ‘good time’ with some lady! Or you thought I would never find out about your cheating affairs? And you think these toys and snacks you always buy for Tamina are going to blind me? Rico!” at this point Mona’s voice could be heard from a distance.
Rico looked at Mona for a moment then made his way to the bedroom without a word. “Rico! Don’t you dare walk away from me when am talking to you! Who was that woman? Oooh! So now Rico cannot talk huh? Why is that? Is it because I finally caught you and you can’t defend yourself? Huh?”
“Mona, come on! I have no idea…” Rico tried talking.
“Don’t Mona me! What is wrong with you men? Am I not enough for you? What does that other woman give you that I don’t? huh? Talk to me Rico!”
Knowing his wife quite well, Rico knew she will never listen to him even if he glued her lips together. The best he could do was ignore her and go take a shower hoping she will be asleep by the time he comes from the shower. He undressed, took a towel and started walking to the bathroom.
“Rico! What type of man are you huh? Can’t you man up and try to defend yourself? Look at you! Why are you going to shower huh? I can even smell her all over you.” She said as she tried to push him away, blocking him from getting out of the bedroom door. Rico felt a pang of anger rush through his body as he tried to control himself.
“Move away from the door woman! I don’t have patience for your nonsense!” he shouted back at her and started moving towards the door again.
“What are you going to do huh? Beat me up? Kill me? I will sue you and take custody of Tamina! I dare you to try! You don’t even deserve to be called a father. What father? A father who sleeps with women all over town? A father who…” before she could finish, Rico pushed her aside vigorously and made his way out of the room towards the bathroom.
“You stupid man! I will call the police on you and report you for domestic violence. Why did I even agree to marry an animal like you? Suddenly she started crying silently murmuring words to herself. Rico could hear her crying as he took his bath. He still never understood why he married Mona. She was all drama put in one. Her friends were the worst…especially Lillian. He hated that woman and she knew it. He had warned Mona to get rid of her but as usual all his words usually fell on deaf ears.
By the time Rico was coming from the shower, the house was silent. He went to the bedroom but could not see Mona anywhere. He never bothered to look for her, she could disappear from the face of earth for all he cared. He changed into his pajamas and went to give Tamina a goodnight kiss.
As he opened Tamina’s bedroom door, he could see Mona sleeping silently holding Tamina tightly in her arms. If only she was that peaceful in real life, he wondered. He did not make another move lest he woke the both of them up and start an argument all over again. He closed the door silently and proceeded to bed.
A ray of hope
The following morning, Wanga woke up earlier than usual. He cleaned up his house and even decided to take a bath for the first time in two weeks. He was in very high spirits. All he could think of is the day he will start earning more money and relocate from that pig sty he called a home. He quickly looked for clothes that looked a bit clean and put them on adding a blazer on top to give him that official look. He stood in the middle of the room and tried imitating those rich men he always saw walking around holding their car keys as they talked through their phones…
“Ahhh, yes Mutiso, is my nyama choma ready? Yes yes, add some kachumbari and pepper on it I am on my way coming. Yes…I am at the car wash, my car looks a bit dirty, please reserve three seats for me and my friends…” he suddenly stopped and busted out laughing. He then straightened his blazer and walked out of the house.
When he got to town, he went straight to where he and Rico met the previous day, and stood there waiting. It did not take long before he felt a pat on the shoulder and quickly looked behind to meet the familiar face.
“Hi Wanga, you really know how to keep time I see” said Rico as they were shaking hands. “My brother, poverty cannot allow me to be late”, Wanga answered laughing. They made their way to the parking lot where Rico had parked his car. Wanga couldn’t help but admire Rico’s life. This man had everything he wished for.
“Our offices are located in Mountain View. I already mentioned to my associates about the job, so don’t worry, I have it all covered.” said Rico as they drove off.
Wanga was quite curious to know which type of job Rico was offering but he just kept his cool until they got to the offices. As Rico parked his Mercedes Benz outside what seemed to be their offices. Wanga could not help but notice the fleet of cars that were parked around. They were not just normal cars; these were expensive machines that left Wanga quite perplexed.
‘Who exactly are these people?’ Wanga wondered. As they made their way into the offices, Wanga looked around. The place looked clean and tidy. The offices looked quite posh to say the least. ‘Maybe they will offer me a cleaning job,’ he thought to himself.
“Welcome my brother, have a seat”, Rico said as he ushered him in. “Let me call the others so that we can start off.” Wanga took a seat as Rico made a call to the secretary informing her to call in the other members to his office.
After some few minutes, around six men walked into the office. They looked smart in their six piece suits and cleanly shaven heads. Wanga felt embarrassed in his almost dirty clothes. He felt quite out of place. Rico immediately stood up.
“Wanga these are my business associates,” he went on to introduce them one after the other until he got to the last one. After that he sat down and removed something that looked like a bible then gave it to Wanga. “This is going to be your main tool from now on.” He said as he looked straight at Wanga. “Bu…But, I don’t understand,” Wanga stammered as he tried his best to seem relaxed with the mixed reactions he was experiencing. “What am I supposed to do with this?” he said pointing at the bible. Rico smiled and sat straight on his chair.
“Wanga, I work with pastors from all over the country. What we do is, we give you the necessary resources that you will need to start up a successful church. All you need to do is use your skills to become a competent preacher. Later on we take what is earned from the church and divide it at a ratio of 30/70. I mean, this is like offering you money on a silver platter. But always remember, there is no backing out once you get into this business. No matter how big it grows, never start playing smart because then, trouble will come knocking.”
As Rico said these words, Wanga could not help but wonder. How on earth do people just play with God like this? He might not be a believer but he always upholds the religious virtues and tries as much as he can to be a good person. Lying to people using God’s name as a way of extorting money from them is a very despicable act. He looked around at the other men standing there, then back at Rico.
“Well, what do you say Wanga? Are you in?” Rico asked impatiently. Wanga remembered the kind of life he lived and how he slept hungry on most days. He did not want to go back to that kind of life.
“Yes I am” he said smiling as he extended his hand for a handshake.
Change starts to kick in
Loud voices could be heard singing through the loud speakers put outside the kingdom of Christ ministries. Judging from the outside, one might think the congregation comprised of a large number of people only to get inside the church and see the opposite. Familiar faces were seen all over the church as everyone was singing from the top of their voices. Wanga could be seen on the altar of the church pacing back and forth as he tried his best to keep up with the new songs being sung by the congregation with the help of the self appointed choir leader Sarah.
Sarah was a very fine looking lady almost in her late twenties. Wanga later came to learn that she was one of Rico’s people although newly recruited. She was also married but her husband did not attend the same church as her. As she led the songs, Wanga could see her voluminous behind swaying from left to right from where he was standing facing the congregation. She had a nice body. Her voice too was quite enticing. As Wanga watched her, he could not help but get dirty ideas in his mind. He tried as much as he could to shift his mind to avoid raising eyebrows from the congregation.
Wanga has never imagined that he would ever become a pastor. The thought of standing in front of hundreds of people preaching about things he did not even understand, freaked him out. He had spent a good number of hours trying to memorize the day’s scripture and he hoped things would go as planned.
As he looked around the entire church which was not actually that big, all he could see were faces of Rico and all his associates acting as his followers together with some unidentified females who judging from their active participation, must be gaining something from this.. He felt like laughing but tried as much as he could not to let it show. “Churches are quite a scam.” He said to himself.
As they continued, Rico went to where Wanga was and whispered something to him. Rico then proceeded to take the microphone and raised his hand, the music and dancing stopped then everyone sat down.
“Shalom brothers and sisters… my name is Rico, I am one of pastor Wanga’s followers. I must say, through this journey of salvation, I have seen the hand of God. I have witnessed with my eyes cripples walking, the blind seeing, people who are in deep pain being freed from the shackles of the devil, all of these happened through the hands of our most holy pastor Wanga.
As he said this, the whole church clapped as ululations and whistles were heard coming from the congregation. This magically drew the attention of the passersby as most wanted to know what exactly made people in this church applaud in such a manner.
“Our main branch of the kingdom of Christ ministries is in Kampala Uganda, but we decided to open a new branch here in Nairobi, Kenya in order to spread the word of God. The bible says in Mathew…”
As Rico continued talking, Wanga could not help but wonder. This must be this man’s profession. Rico knew all the bible verses from the back of his hand. His choices of words too were on another level. As Wanga listened, he wondered if all churches operated like this, did God even exist? He was deeply lost in his thoughts before he saw two men; one in a wheelchair whose legs looked completely paralyzed and the other one dragging himself down in tattered clothes and very shaggy hair. He also looked like someone who had been crippled all his life. They both made their way to the church’s alter and stood beside Rico.
“These two are our neighbors from around here. They heard that our great pastor Wanga was opening a church here in Nairobi Kenya, and the decided to use every means possible to come here. They have heard all the great testimonies from the kingdom of Christ ministries from Kampala, and decided to look for us personally for they believe that God can also work miracles for them”.
As Rico said this, the congregation applauded and danced while shouting on top on their voices. More people streamed inside the building. Everyone seemed to be overjoyed. Wanga suddenly started feeling sick. He started feeling dizzy. Can he really push through with this? He felt like running out of the church and just going back…then he remembered his lonely dirty house back in Mukuru wa Njenga and collected himself. He stood up and went to where Rico was then stood beside him.
“Let us welcome the man of God himself, the chosen one, the great pastor Wanga.” Anyone who heard Wanga’s introduction to the congregation would have mistaken Wanga for Jesus. The kind of titles Wanga was being showered with was fit for the son of God himself. Wanga immediately took the microphone and started praying in a loud voice. He ran from one corner of the church to the next, praying, speaking in tongues, and doing all kinds of crazy acts in the name of praying. As he prayed, he raised his left hand over the congregation and some of the people fell down in the name of the Holy Spirit taking over. He then walked to the entrance of the church and turned around facing the altar as he prayed. He then raised his right hand up high and the man in the wheelchair immediately fell down together with his wheelchair. He then started shaking vigorously.
This drew everyone’s attention. It all seemed unreal. People started shouting “Hallelujah” from all the corners of the church. Wanga kept on praying harder, this time much louder as he started moving back to the altar. More people came in the church. The whole place was now extremely filled up. Everyone wanted to see miracles happen with their naked eyes.
Wanga made his way to where the ‘cripple’ man was and took his hand then said to him, “stand up brother, your faith has healed you.”
The man looked up at Wanga with a confused look then looked around as if he did not know where exactly he was nor what was happening around him. He stood up slowly with the help of Rico and Wanga but seemed a little weak. His knees slightly shook as he tried to gain balance. The whole church was in awe. People screamed and shouted “God is good…ooooh Hallelujah.”
All these seemed so real even to Wanga himself. Maybe there was a future in all this. Maybe he was meant to do this type of work. Even though it might be all fake, it gives hope to the hopeless and makes them become believers. As he watched the whole congregation celebrating, he felt spark inside him. For the first in his life he has become the centre of attention. For the first time in his life, he felt respected and honored…Halleluhjah!
Life starts getting better
The news about miracles that happened in the kingdom of Christ ministries church spread like wild fire across town. People narrated the crazy encounters that took place inside the church that day. Some even exaggerated the story describing the pastor in weird ways. Others said the pastor had blue eyes which shone every time he rose up his mighty hand and that is what made the crippled man to walk. Some said the pastor did not walk on the ground but instead he just floated on air as one moment he would be standing beside you and the next, he will be standing at the altar of the church.
These crazy stories kept on spreading across town and made people much more eager to visit the said church just to prove if what was being said was indeed true.
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“Nice job Wanga, I knew you could do it perfectly” Rico said to Wanga as they made their way into his office on Monday morning. Wanga smiled with a satisfied look on his face. Things turned out better than he expected. Rico had called him to his office to discuss about his relocation to a new house among other things. He no longer wore dirty rags for clothes; Rico had given him some nice clothes to wear. He has never felt this happy in his entire life. Finally God had answered his prayers. Things were looking up.
“We have decided to rent out a house for you. Everything has been provided for you so no need to worry about any necessities.” Rico told Wanga as they sat down in his office. Wanga could not hide his excitement. He could not believe that finally he was going to shift from that pig sty he called a home back in Mukuru wa Njenga.
“Rico, I don’t know how to thank you, you have really helped me. I don’t know how I will ever repay you”. Wanga could not hold back his tears of joy. He still could not believe this was happening after all he had been through.
“It’s okay my brother. What are friends for anyway?” said Rico as he reached out to shake Wanga’s hand.
A few days later, Wanga moved into his new house. The house was bigger than he expected. It was fully furnished with everything he ever dreamt of having; A refrigerator, a big flat screen television, a music system…some of the items in the house were quite new to him as he had never used them before.
Life kept on getting better. Money started streaming in as more and more people kept flocking the church. Rico had never been happier. He deducted the amount they agreed on and gave Wanga the rest. Within some few months, the congregation had become united and decided to build a bigger church and a bigger house for their pastor, Wanga. People loved him very much as most of them saw him as their demigod.
Even though Wanga had all the respect, fame and money, he still felt empty inside. Every night he would lie in bed and think of how better his life would be if he got more money and most importantly a woman by his side, that woman particularly being Sarah. Every time he thought of her he felt his blood boiled with anxiety. His thirst for Sarah grew day by day. Wanga looked forward to all the church meetings and services just to have a glance at her. He never had the courage to approach her. He feared what people would say and most importantly what Sarah would say keeping in mind, she was a married woman. Would she even listen to him? Maybe she will even go ahead and report him to her husband and make things much worse. But if he had more money, Sarah would notice his growing affection for her because most women loved money anyway whether married or unmarried.
Early the following morning, Wanga went over to Rico’s office. He had to convince Rico to raise his salary one way or the other even if he had to be the villain. As he walked inside Rico’s office, he found him going through some documents.
“Good morning Rico…” he walked in smiling as he stretched his hand to greet him. Rico shifted his gaze from the papers on top of his table and looked up. “Wanga, hallo…” he shook Wanga’s hand with a surprised expression on his face. “I don’t remember setting up a meeting, or did I?” he asked trying to recall if he did and happened to forget. “No…no. I just wanted to discuss something urgent with you my friend.” Wanga said as he took a chair from the far corner of the office and sat directly opposite to Rico. “I hope everything is fine.” Rico said looking directly at Wanga.
Wanga hesitated for a moment then sat up and looked back at Rico.
“Rico, you know you are a good friend of mine and am very much thankful for every single thing you have done for me right?” Rico nodded trying to get where all this was coming from. “At the moment the church is doing very well and we have really grown thanks to me. I have never failed you even one single day have I?” Rico shook his head now anxious to know where this was going. “Our congregation has grown massively, and as the pastor, I think it is high time you considered raising my pay bearing in mind that I am the one doing all the work.”
Rico sat up and looked at Wanga more closely. He knew this was the beginning of it all. This was the beginning of the end. When greediness starts creeping in, the end is usually nearer than anyone could anticipate. He knew even if he added Wanga more money, he will still ask for more and more. He had to look for a way to get rid of him, to stop him before things got out of hand.
Beginning of the end
“Sure…sure…by what percentage are we talking about here if I may ask?” Rico asked as he leaned forward putting both his elbows on his desk with a somewhat concerned expression on his face. He figured out, playing along would be much more appropriate at the time as he planned on how to get rid of Wanga.
“Let’s just say, you add me another 30%. That will be enough for me. Wanga replied feeling quite relieved that he didn’t have to push too hard for it.
With a startled look on his face, Rico took a deep breath and sat up again. “You realize that is a whole 60%, don’t you?” he asked just to be sure he heard right.
“Of course yes. But if you had something else in mind feel free to lay it on the table. I mean…we both know if I decided to stop working for you today and open another church elsewhere, your business will go crumbling down. I am the shepherd, wherever I go, so does my sheep. The choice is yours.” Wanga said smiling with a satisfied look on his face as he knew pretty well he had Rico by his balls.
Rico had no doubt this time that Wanga was out to destroy him and he would raise his pay ‘over his dead body’. He had to look for a solution as soon as possible. He had to find a way to sabotage his career and make everyone despise him to a point that no one would ever want to be associated with him. “Okay, no problem Mr. Wanga. I will hold a meeting with my associates then I will let you know on the decision that will be agreed upon. Don’t worry, all will be well. Rico said as he tried to force a smile and look normal while in the real sense he was burning up inside.
“Very well, I knew we would come to an agreement. A very good friend you are. Thank you and God bless you. Give me your feedback by the end of the week, will you?” Wanga said as he stretched his hand for a hand shake then left immediately.
“Friend huh? You must be kidding me!” Rico cursed under his breath as soon as Wanga left. Just when everything was running smoothly such a thing had to happen. He felt like his whole day had been ruined. Not only the day, but the entire week. He decided to take the rest of the day off to relax his mind and try to find a solution to the problem.
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Songs of praises were heard coming from The Kingdom of Christ church. Everyone seemed to be in quite a jolly mood. As the church choir leaders led the rest of the congregation in the singing, Rico could be seen seated at the far corner of the church. He had not been able to find a solution to his problem all week. Every time he looked at Wanga, feelings of contempt and disgust filled him. How on earth was he going to pay Wanga such an amount? What about his other business partners? How was he supposed to divide 40% among almost ten people? Giving in to Wanga’s demand was not an option. He had to find a way fast.
As Rico thought about all this, he didn’t realize that he was staring at Wanga until someone pushed him unintentionally as everyone was busy dancing and clapping with joy. He looked around as if he had just snapped out of a comma, then back at Wanga.
At that very moment, he noticed Wanga was staring at something while smiling. He followed Wanga’s eyes only to land on Sara’s humongous behind. “Wait a minute…” Rico said to himself as he tried to look much more closely. “So what do we have here…huh?” he said smiling. No one could hear him from all the noise from the singing. Rico’s face lit with excitement. “Finally, I got what I wanted”, he stormed out of the church as if he was going to look for something.
As soon as the service was over, Rico went looking for Sarah. He had a plan in mind that he knew would work.
“Hi there Sarah…” he said smiling when he saw her. “Can I have a word with you?” Sarah who rarely talked to Rico except when she was referred to him by Rico’s partners, was quite surprised. What would Rico possibly want from her? She smiled back and joined him as they walked slowly towards his car.
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Sarah could be seen making her way towards Wanga’s small office which was some few meters beside the church. It was already evening and all the people had left for their homes. As she knocked on the office door, she adjusted her blouse well enough to expose her cleavage. She heard Wanga’s voice welcoming her in from inside. She immediately opened the door and closed it behind her.
Wanga looked up and felt butterflies in his stomach. The only woman he had been drooling over since God knows when, is finally standing in front of him…all alone this time. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this awesome visit from such a beautiful lady?” he asked with a huge smile on his face.”Have a seat.” Sarah smiled then sat down on one of the chairs as directed.
“Well pastor, am sorry for bothering you this late but I needed your help with something.” She said as she tried to make eye contact with Wanga. “You see, I know that you are a man of God, but I need to confess something that has been bothering me for quite a while. You see pastor…” she paused then looked down with hesitation. Wanga stood up and went where she was seated and put his hand on her back as if trying to pat her. “Just say whatever is bothering you Sarah. We are all humans. I am sure I will understand.
Sarah looked up at Wanga from where she was seated then stood up. She was standing very close to him she could feel his breath. She then slowly moved closer to him and locked her hands around his neck and started kissing him. Wanga kissed her back without a second thought. He could not believe his luck. Just when he thought he needed more money to woo her, this happened.
As they kissed, Sarah started unbuttoning Wanga’s shirt quickly. She then removed her blouse and threw it on the floor. Wanga reached for her bra but was not able to unfasten it. He was quite unskilled when it came to women, given that he rarely found himself in such situations. Sarah smiled then ripped her bra off and threw it aside. This left Wanga quite amazed. ‘This woman must be burning up’, he said to himself as he held her cupful breasts with both his hands and sucked them one after the other. By now his manhood was throbbing from inside his trousers.
He lifted her up and sat her on the table as he reached for her skirt. He tried to lift it up, only for her to tear it open with both her hands. He loved her energy. She opened his belt quickly then unfastened his trousers.
Just as Wanga was about to reach for her inner thighs, Sarah started screaming. She pushed him away with all her energy that sent Wanga flying across the room. “Noooo… stop it, please! Leave me alone! Someone help me!” she continued screaming from the top of her voice.
Wanga struggled to stand up as his trousers which were now on his knees made it quite difficult for him to do so. He could not understand what was going on. “Hey! What is wrong with you?” he shouted at her as he tried to move closer to her while adjusting his trousers.
Sarah started moving towards the door shouting for help holding her bare chest with her hands. She opened the door still shouting and got out. Wanga followed her as he tried to stop her from screaming in vain.
A group of street boys that happened to be passing by heard Sarah’s screams and came running to see what was going on. “He is trying to rape me! Please help me!” Sarah pleaded. One look at her and you would immediately conclude her allegations were true. One of the boys reached for Wanga and started raining blows at him. Others joined and within no time Wanga was lying on the ground with blood oozing from various parts of his body.
“Let us teach this bastard a lesson!” one of them shouted then ran off as the others tried to get information from Sarah about the ordeal. A crowd of people was now gathering as Sarah tried to narrate her story with sobs in between. The boy who ran off came back holding what seemed to be petrol inside a transparent bottle. He then poured it on Wanga who was still lying on the ground as the others cheered on. Sarah watched in shock and disbelief. Beating him up was one thing but killing him was out of question. She never signed up for that. All she was supposed to do was to accuse Wanga of rape and get him kicked out of the church, then get paid as they agreed with Rico who was nowhere in sight. Where was he? He was supposed to be there minutes ago. Everything was happening too fast. She tried to stop the street boys but they were too many and too noisy. One of them took a lighter, switched on the fire and threw it at Wanga as the others kept cheering.
The crowd suddenly scattered as Wanga’s screams were heard from the pain that was crushing him caused by the fire. At that very moment, Rico and some of his associates came running. “What is happening?” “Wanga?” “Sarah?” he shouted as he tried to look around. Sarah was nowhere in sight. That was not the plan. He could not believe his eyes as he looked at Wanga’s lifeless body on the ground in flames.
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As Rico made his way home, feelings of guilt ate him up. He tried calling Sarah but her phone had been switched off. “Where the hell is this woman?” he cursed under his breath. He could not believe what had just taken place some few moments back.
As he made his way inside his house, his daughter Tamina came running to hug him.
“papaaa” she screamed happily.
Rico immediately smiled and lifted her up then kissed her passionately. “How is daddy’s girl doing?” he asked kissing her passionately on the forehead as he sat down putting her on his lap. Just then his phone started ringing. Sarah was calling. He placed Tamina down and quickly started making his way outside to answer the call. Immediately, Mona walked in the living room wanting to know who exactly was calling her husband and why he had to move out to answer the call. She followed him and aggressively took the phone from his hand.
“Let me talk to her!” She shouted as he tried to stop her from answering the phone. “Today I must talk to your mistress Rico.” As she kept fighting back, Rico suddenly slapped her across the face. Mona threw the phone down hitting the floor then scattering into different pieces. Rico felt anger shoot through his veins and suddenly pounced on her. He rained blows on her as Tamina stood there watching crying loudly. Mona’s screams could be heard from a distance.
“Heeeeelp, he is killing me! Neighbors help me!”
As she screamed, neighbors rushed to her rescue and helped to separate the two.
“I will kill you woman! I have persevered enough!” Rico shouted as he tried to free himself in vain.
Mona quickly ran and grabbed Tamina then rushed out of the door crying and cursing loudly.
“You will never see me and your daughter ever again! Stupid bastard!”
As she made her way, neighbors stood there wondering what really transpired between the two. Rico chased them all outside and locked himself in. Feelings of hate filled him. He could not understand why all this was happening.
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The very next day, Rico’s lifeless body was found hanging from his bedroom ceiling from what seemed to have been suicide. And just like that, the kingdom of Christ ministries, was no more.