DESTINY
Episode 16
Florence: “Sir, I really don’t have that kind of money in my account. All I have is just
about N50, 000. If you can take that, I will add up the balance when I win the competition”.
Organiser: “You have no business going for any beauty pageant if you are not financially buoyant. Just face your studies and graduate in peace”.
Florence: “no, I need to win this pageantry. No one can understand how frustrating it is to be written off as a nobody on campus. I am tired of having
to stand beside other popular and rich people on campus just so that I can hold my head high. I am tired”.
Organiser: “Then go get the money and stop filling my ears with stories. Like I told you earlier, I have a meeting to
attend, you may leave my office now”.
Florence left the office, determined more than ever to meet the requirements for
winning the coveted crown. She walked down to a store and bought recharge card. She dialed her father’s number; it
rang and then went off without any response from his end. “Ooooo, that is how somebody will be calling Papa and
he will not pick his call o, maybe he is in the Church now, seff. Every time Church,
Church, hian”. She hissed aloud. She dailed her mother’s number and it rang.
Her father was a pastor in a local Church that had barely up to 20 members. With 8 children to feed and send to school
and with no other source of income apart from offerings and tithe from members of the Church who themselves were always coming to him for help, life
was difficult. They had managed to send Florence to the University and being
their first child, their hopes were on her to get them out of poverty. Her mother picked up her phone.
Mama Florence: “God bless and keep you my dear. How are you today?”
Florence: “I am fine, Mama. Where is
Papa, I called and he didn’t pick”.
Mama Florence: “Your father is in Church. Today is the second day of our revival, I will soon join him there to arrange the chairs and get the venue
ready before members start coming”.
Florence: “Oga o, while other parents are busy making money for their children to spend, my own are busy organizing
revivals and arranging plastic chairs for people to seat on”.
Mama Florence: “What are you saying? I can’t hear you “.
Florence: “Mama, I need money o. Our lecturers have given us some handouts, materials and textbooks to buy and they said anybody who doesn’t buy will have automatic carryover. Me I don’t have money to buy it myself”.
Mama Florence: “this is serious; I thought they have banned the sale of handouts in higher institutions? And now there is no money in the house.
What are we going to do now?”
Florence: “Ah, you and Papa have to look for money and send to me o, even if it means giving me all the money from the
offering and tithe of this revival, just do it. Some girls are going to sort their way
out of carryover by sleeping with the lecturers, but you know I cannot do that, so I have no choice than to buy the
recommended materials”.
Mama Florence: “My God, don’t those daughters of Jezebel know that their bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit?
Please don’t ever offer your body to any man because of any grade, it is not worth it. Remember the daughter of the
person you are, don’t do anything that will put us to shame o. How much is the
materials?”
Florence: “Everything is 80 something thousand naira”.
Mama Florence: “ What! 80 something thousand naira for just books?”
Florence knew that if she didn’t convince her mother well, she would find out about her lies. She quickly scanned her brain for a lie to add, soon enough she got one. She never ran short of lies whenever she needed to.
Florence: “It is not just textbook now. They said we will go for excursion in Ghana too and it is compulsory”.
Mama Florence: “ It is well, don’t worry my daughter. I will talk to your father about it and we will find a way of sending the money across to you, even if
it means that we have to borrow it. Just don’t do anything ungodly to get the money”.
Florence: “Okay, Mama. I have heard you but please you have to be fast about sending the money, the deadline is next tomorrow”.
Mama Florence: “Okay, my dear”.
Florence ended the call, satisfied with her achievements, she had about 70 thousand naira in her account which she
will add to the one her parents will send to make it N150, 000, then she would borrow N50, 000 from her friend to make up the N200,000 that the organiser had demanded. Miss Economics had already promised to give her clothes and shoes to wear and one of her friends had also promised to make her up free, all was set for her victory on Saturday and she was looking
forward to having a nice time and victorious outing.
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“And the winner of the competition is…”
Florence’s heart was pounding furiously, she had done all that was required of her to win the competition, she had paid
the organiser his money and had given him head like she had never given anyone before. For more than twenty minutes she was kneeling in his office with his manh00d in her mouth, sucking
and licking. She remembered the disgust she felt when he released in her mouth, she had almost thrown up but for the
determination to win the crowd. He had enjoyed every bit of the blow job she gave him, confessing that not even his
wife could do it that good.
“And the winner of Miss campus 2017 is Florence Peter!”, the announcement jerked her from her reverie and she got up and began to receive hugs from different quarters. It’s was an edifying
moment as everyone in the hall wanted to identity with her. She had suddenly gone from being over looked to overbook. In the hall were senators, members of house of Representatives
and other top notch politicians, she saw them casting lustful glances at her v-
necked golden colored silk dress. She smiled, she had finally arrived. Now was
the right time to begin to rub shoulders with the big babes on campus. She was glad that nobody knew that her parents were pastors of a local Church that
means there was no impediment on her part to enjoying herself fully on campus.
She made up her mind to visit the Lanre’s the next week, dressed in her grown and other regalia, so they would
at least realize that she was not a failure as they had thought. She wished Naya
was alive to see what had become of her after she had asked her to leave her house. “Well, Maya is still alive, that one
that feels she is better than anyone else simply because she studied in London, she will be shocked to see my new level”,
she thought within her as the outgoing queen placed the crown on her head.
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Maya found herself in Philip’s house, she had gone to visit him and apologize to him for the way her mother embarrassed him the last time he visited to condole with them.
Maya: “I am really sorry; my mother has not always been like this. Grieve made her this impossible”.
Philip: “its okay, I understand perfectly. If I had known that my presence would cause such outrage, I wouldn’t have
gone. It’s just that I felt it would not be nice for me not to visit considering how nice Naya was”.
Maya: “Oh, don’t talk about not visiting. So, are we friends now? Philip? ”
Philip: “You can call me Philip or Sam. Your sister used to call me Philip, I will appreciate it if you call me Sam for a
change, that is what my hommies call me. You calling me Philip reminds me so much of your sister not to even talk of
the fact that you look exactly alike. And, of course we are even more than friends. You remind me so much of your
sister who was my only true love. In fact, I see her in you and I feel for you the
same way I feel for her” He drew close to Maya and gradually took her lips in his. Her lips were soft and succulent. He
began to kiss and lick her tongue. Maya tried to stop him. “this is not right”.
Philip: “Shhhh, don’t say a word”. Maya succumbed, as one under a spell and soon his hands made its way to her
firm but soft bre@st. He squeezed her n!pples and she m0aned softly. The effect of the m0an on him was electrifying, it charged up his manh00d and he felt the strong rod struggling to be released from the cage of his Marks and Spencer boxers. His lips made its way from her mouth to her neck down to her n!pples which he covered with his lips; he began to suck with vigor, like an infant whose survival depended on the
milk from his mother’s bre@st. She on her part had her hands all over him, she ran
her fingers through his head, and kissed his head. She was on fire and he could feel it from the way she was mOaning
and groaning and offering him one bre@st after the other. His hands made his way into her p@nts, he tried to connect with her cl!t but she held his
hands. “I am on my period”, she
whispered in a coarse voice that she could hardly recognize as her own.
“It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing wrong with making love while you are
having your period”.
“But…”, her resistance gave way when she felt his index finger made his way into her. He began to finger, first with
one finger and then the second and the third. She knew there was no going back, she enjoyed fingering of all the
f0replay there was, her cl!t was her weak point and this Sam was handling it so well. When he pulled her pants and spread her legs on the bed, she did not
resist. She was prepared to have him. She watched as he unzipped his trousers
and discarded his boxers. Her eyes popped when she saw his long and fat manh00d, “sweet and fresh cucumber”, she thought. He lowered himself to her height, for she was petite and he, very
tall. He glided his way into her and she exploded with pleasure as his manh00d filled her, stretching the walls of her
v@gina for it to fit in. She opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling, an involuntary act she always did anytime she was having s*x. Then she saw her
twin sister, standing close to the bed and staring at them, in her hands was a sharp kitchen knife and in her eyes were
tears of blood. “No, you are dead”, Maya screamed and attempted to get up but Philip’s weight pinned her to the bed. He
was oblivious of what was happening around him, for he was busy pounding and grinding and reeling in er0tic bliss.
Question: “Is it right for Maya to get intimate with her late twin sister’s boyfriend? Why is Naya’s soul not resting in peace?
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