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Story title: The Ordeal of Agnes.

Who have I offended? Am I the only unfortunate being on earth? My breast is about to sag and my face is almost getting wrinkled yet no man has put a ring on my finger" she lamented while staring at the ceiling in her room.

How it started 👇

She woke up with the blaring sound of the alarm clock on her ears…..' Jeezz' she muttered lazily on her bed while contemplating whether to continue sleeping or to start her daily routine.

Agnes has blonde hair with glittery eyes like that of a diamond. Her sleepy and bulgy eyelids resulting from her slumber couldn't cover those unique eyes of hers.

"Happy birthday big sister" as her younger sister in a red flowery gown who was heavy with a baby enters the room with a tray of red velvet cake.

You're thirty-three already, more years in good health" Selina said. Her wish sounded more like a mockery while Selina pretends not to have noticed her sister's countenance after she said she was 33 years old today.

Agnes who had already sat upright still clad in her red nightgown was unsettled after she had heard her sister's mockery wish but still managed to force a smile and muttered "Thank you, sweet sis. I will join you in the living room shortly".

"I am leaving already, enjoy your birthday. Remember time waits for no one" Selina retorted before she carefully wore her flip flops as she briskly walk out of the room leaving behind the smaking sounds of her chewing gum echoing.

Agnes bent over on her bed and wailed. She was consumed with sorrow as tears rolled down from her eyes effortlessly. As she cried, her nightgown became so soaked revealing her pointed ni***es and curved shoulders.

"Who have I offended? Am I the only unfortunate being on earth? My breast is about to sag and my face is almost getting wrinkled yet no man has put a ring on my finger" she lamented while staring at the ceiling in her room in black and red.

Agnes was a devout Christian who had preached the good news to a handful of people. Always seen in her long gown that covers her ankle, she was dedicated.

She was a hardworking lady filled with zeal and creativity but had no suitors.
Her only companion was her friends in the church who she share the word of God with and laugh about brothers/sisters that slept during sermons.

Agnes had no parents nor a comforting sibling. Her younger sister, Selina, who had married a rich Business tycoon in Abuja looks down on her and speaks to her rudely.

Her phone rang jolting her out of her world of sadness, frustration, and regret. It was Brother Simeon from Group 5 department in her church.

"Hello," she had managed to say after clearing her voice for the umpteenth time.

"Happy birthday Sister Agnes. I want to remind you of the market evangelism by 10 am" he said enthusiastically with a gracious tone.

She had wanted to lash out at him and vent all her anger on him but on a second thought, she had chosen to be silent.

"Sister, are you there?" Brother Simeon's deep voice echoed as she listened intently.

"I would be there," she said with a sniff.

"Bro Gabriel proposed to Sis Janet after yesterday's church service in front of the miraculous chapel," he said in a happy voice waiting for an exciting reply but rather a monosyllabic response was all he got, ……"Okay".

"Typical of you, sister Agnes" Brother Simeon replied with an irritating tone and hung up.

She had always despised Simeon's irritating attitude and his hot-tempered nature.

Poor Agnes stood up from her chair while sneezing at intervals. Her eyes were red like steamed tomatoes and dry lines of tears were on her chocolate cheeks.

She reluctantly walked inside the bathroom and her Chelsea towel was loosely tied below her waist making her butts dangle to and fro as she walked to the bathroom.

As the water splattered on her body washing off the soapy lather on her body she could not help but stare at her breast, flat stomach, and slightly touched her butts.

Her breast was firm and full, her stomach was flat like a ball that had all its pumped air leaked out and her butt was revealing and prominent…

She had loved the special dangling of her butts when she is in motion, even in her overall big gowns and skirts; it was still prominent.

After ten minutes, she was already done with her thing and she sat down on the chair facing the dresser. Her wet body had already been dried as she rubbed the Carowhite cream on her body slowly.

Then her alarm came again, she had only thirty minutes to be at the Gwoso market for her market outreach and evangelism.

She hurriedly wore her cloth as usual, black sandals to match the black scarf tied on her head. She sprayed her cologne on the back of her ear, her cubital fossa, and the back of her knee.

Agnes was set for the day as she finally picked up her Good News bible and headed out, greeting the neighbors and friends as she waves.

Fortunately, she boarded a Keke to the Gwoso market which was four minutes drive from her residence. She hurriedly scrolled through the new testament of the bible to find chapters that will be captivating and transformational for the market women and old men that share palm wines at the local shops.

When she finally alighted from the Keke, brother Simeon and brother Paul were already high in praises as they jammed their hands together in their oversized suits.

Agnes fought not to laugh so hard the way Brother Paul moved in a circular motion and made funny gesticulations at intervals.

She comported herself after the Keke man whose lion's mane quivered as he spoke handing her wads of fifty naira notes. She smiled as she move to the outreach stand.

Her voice was sonorous as she sang along with her brothers in the Lord. The eyes of the market women stared back at them in admiration, some in repulsion while the hawkers just glanced at them and continued with their daily business.

She was already accustomed to such reactions. After they had a brief prayer, she took over the microphone with a bristling eagerness and stood at the center of the market where some women normally sell wares, cashew nuts, tapioca, pear, ci******es, etc.

"Praise the Lord, if you're alive and healthy," she said in a high-pitched tone and smiled like one who had won a lottery.

The market women were surprised by her equivocal speech and some responded" Alleluia"

As she was about to start preaching, a madman who was dressed in a torn wear, unkempt hair, long dirty fingernails with a black nylon bag in her left hand came around the outreach post and sat on a bench in front of a store whose owner is not yet in the market.

Agnes was frightened at first when she sighted him. "This madman can do anything from lashing out at her, throwing stones, or even saying provoking words" she thoughts.

"People of God...." Agnes was cut short by the madman who sat on the bench gazing intently at the ground and laughing at intervals while performing some acrobatic movements with his legs.

"Make una try dey happy for others when they are celebrating the goodness of Allah in their lives and rejoice with them. Nah wetin Allah likes to make we dey do to collect the same blessing too" screams the madman.

He left the spot after the statement while the look on the faces of market women was filled with amusement. Some glared at him and others hailed him, "Omenka the preacher", "Omenka come and tell us what the gods said"......
"Omenka, Omenka where is your church located?" they yelled at him questioning.

Agnes stood there shocked and convicted, as the words of the madman pierced through her like a double-edged sword. The change in her countenance signaled Brother Simeon to take over the microphone while she finds a place to answer the call of nature.

The end
©Jacy Writes.

The moral of the story: That which we yearn for, and long to become fulfilled in our lives can be gotten when we start being happy for the fortune of others. This act of celebrating with them sends a signal to the universe that we are ready to receive such blessings too!

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