Family Ouse 9

That was the story behind Dikachi’s journey to RAINBOWING, the sister began combining, it wasn’t here o. On one Sunday, they saw; Purple beret, yellow blazer, she had a truck load of dem blazers, black and green stripped skirt, white camisole, purple rose, red wrist watch, red, yellow and green polka dotted handbag with black shoes and a white handkerchief, she never went without a kerchief. Ada knew G-Aunty was only appearing this way cos of her challenge but she wouldn’t let it slide. She kept making exaggerated sympathetic remarks of sisters with ill- taste fashion buds and the alarming increase of disciples being recruited in the ouse, intending to slight Dikachi who was hanging around Chizzy and Ossai more often now, having lost most of her acknowledged friends to the POP-divide.

 

One of those days, think on a Saturday, while they were decorating the sanctuary, Sister Obia walked in, she’d just come in from the market, and was spotting a collared A-line pink gown that had an attached white camisole and pink snickersish ropes that could be drawn and knotted as you’ud your snickers and of course pink belt, she’d securely knotted this behind. A red handbag hung from her right shoulder probably to match the red wrist watch she wore. She wore the Nude flats, sweet potatoes nude.

“SIS.tah Chezzi guraftahnoon” Obia’s spirits were HIGH,

“Ehn, ah Obia, I was wondering why I hadn’t seen you all this while, good afternoon dear,” She turned to greet properly, recognizing the voice first,

“Sister, where are you coming from glittering like this nah? You’ud be enjoying alone, eating your allowee yasef yasef” Ada who’d been sitting with her back to the sanctuary entrance, supplying bellow-belt humour aimed at ‘destroying’ the ego of foes like Dikachi et al, swung round.

“Jesus o, Orbi, ina ete kwa ka anwu o. You’re shinning like the sun o.” Ada exclaimed, genuinely shocked at the choice of colour combo. Obia was all grins already,

“nnwanne madu, it isu God o. Person sister, it’s God o.”

“My dear, God is sooo good He makes you shine like the RAINBOW!” Ada couldn’t resist the bite. Chizzy cleared her throat and tried to catch Ossai’s eye, that one was already snickering, though a lil embarrassed all the same. Only they knew what exactly their friend was up to.

“hehe, SIS.tah Ahda, you are soh funny, which one is lainbow?!”

“Ask yasef nah, you came in looking all RAINBOW. Nna, combination giwa n’abazikwa na anya, o n’achazikwa ka decoration material. (literally) your combination is entering the eye o, it’s coloured like this decoration material.”

Sis Obia was only beginning to get the point however slow. Chizzy quickly intervened,

“Orbi, pls go and change up if you want to and come join us, we need more hands dear, not everyone here is willing to help.” She eyeballed Ada.

“Eh o, every man should mine his field in this harvest o. Do I use to ask anybody to come and help me pray in intercessory unit? Bikonu, mine your field, lemme mine my own. Even Jesus said the Labourers are few, so oburo this one you’re saying now!”

“Ada ehn, you’re impossible, tufia!” Chizzy bantered.

“Ehn, are we not all impossible?! All these people that would be combining aggressive colours and shinning like rainbow, looking like your deco materials are they possible? Rappu dah thing, nobody is possible, only with God is everything possible.” Ada was enjoying Dikachi’s silence, what could she even say.

“Ada shift biko, ina ako off point every time.” Chinenye joined.

“As in eh, OFF THE HOOK.” Chizzy echoed, waving her right hand twice in short movements.

“Which one is off ther hoork, eh Chizzy? See, off ther hoork or not, my own cannot be worse than Bro. Abana’s off point o. Stay and be forming English, don’t tell all these colour-abusing brethren to repect dress sense small.” She winked at her friends and nodded in Dikachi’s direction; it was her secret victory sign, one the other two understood and were helpless about.

They could not stop Ada’s villainous vain attacks on unsuspecting brethren, all they always could do was sympathize with the victim who often never knows he/she is a victim or even a side-victim, cos in such onslaughts, there were always side-victims, like today, Obia had been the side-victim. Ada’s taking her on was just a bait to lure Dikachi into the conversion so she could tell her just what she thought of her recent fashion-preferences. It pained Chizzy that Ada should know better; Dikachi’s clothes were sent back home so she’s been trying to made do with what she still had left. Ada should just let things rest really.

Ada walked off flashing her dentition in very gay spirits, she hoped Queen G-Aunty and the Rainbow famille represented in the Deco team would have learnt a lesson or two. She only wished G-Aunty had said a word, just one word, so she’ud have told her to her face that she’s crowned her, Acting President, Rainbow Brethren Associates. She felt the victory thrill again; this POP-divide wasn’t this bad after all now.

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Family Ouse 8

The ouse was mildly boring now, majorly for the left-behind Batch B Corps Members. Let's not be Chimamanda; her knack for the 'mild' word endears her to the heart often, reality was the ouse was BORING, scanty-boring. The Batch A, stream 1 Jesus Corpers were gone, solely courtesy of the misplaced directive from the Federal Quarters, absolutely misplaced.

 

Nonetheless Ada wasn't the least peturbed, the trio were still around, twas really a good thing they had all been dispatched as stream 2. Her joy wasn't exactly just that, twas also the frustration the POP-divide seemingly planted on the brows of not-exactly-friends brethren, Dikachi; the sister’s love for Queen’s Anglais had never settled well with Ada, it just reminded her how Nigerianly Igbo she often sounded, Abayomi; forgiving Bayo was still a battle she wasn’t about to quit fighting; Tc; got too endeared to Chizzy at some point and left Ada feeling threatened, she learnt to accept her as a friend’s friend, however painfully, so knowing Tc wasn’t finding the extended POP funny gave her a kinda victory-thrill, Tc’s almost perpetual brooding was just apt in keeping Chizzy farther from her and closer to the trio, and other brethren who unsurprisingly didn't make it to her GOOD BOOKS within the one year NYSC crisscrossed their paths.

Ada was like that, you got penned down in her illusionary ''ah don like this one' book for OVERDOING, posing a threat/competition, showing yasefeh et etcetera. And you know some brethrenS are gifted in overdoing nah, trying to act all Porsche; manufacturing unsolicited r’s in words; ill fitted Americanizing. That’s, you “praise ther Lorrrd” not “the Lord” or even “dah Lod”, the latter’s more acceptable to Ada; Igbo geh she be. Having the form of OVERZEALOUSNESS or an appearance of it; you're simply the 'zeal without knowledge' category, Bro. Abana’s type; eager to showcase your ‘apparent lack’ of knowledge in meetings, bible studies your HEROIC stage. 

 

Then the RAINBOW brethren; spotting those eye-shuttering, AGRESSIVE colour shade combinasions; tatashi Red this, ripe cashew Yellow that, MS word Blue this, Super Eagles Green that, Chidire’s stiletto Orange this, a lil touch of Chichi’s bridal Purple that, then the clown apparel is crowned with the now ill-trending sweet potatoes Nude flats. Noticeably and without prejudice anyway, the RAINBOW brethren where majorly residential in Eastern Nigeria; mostly Anambra and Abia states and their immediate neighbours, say Delta, Enugu, Akwa-Ibom, Imo, Ebonyi, and etc, however few though, mean the immediate neighbours.

Ada and Dikachi had no direct feud; Dikachi just kept to herself, not exactly keep-keep, but she would likely not add more to a ‘hello’ she says to you except you say more and her reply even at that would be a polite, “I’m fine, thank you.” Let’s just say she is the supposedly introvert type who’s kinda extrovert with her friends only, however she makes ‘those’ friends. So until she’s spoken to, she’s with herself, by herself, that’s if her ‘acknowledged’ friends are MIA. 

 

Ada did not exactly like Dikachi, not because she was always thanking the “Lord for a refreshing in His presence” in supposed Queen’s Anglais whenever she co-ordinated meetings, or that Chizzy somewhat became one of her acknowledged friends, twas just that she a threat, competition, for Ada. You know how brothers annoyingly tell you that they like quite sisters every time a seemingly quite sister walks by, they often never get to know these persons close up, just because the sister(s) no dey give them face, makes them, ‘...like quiet sisters.’ Dikachi was that seemingly ‘quiet’ type brothers always confessed taking a liking to, triggering Ada’s sense of competition. They should be liking nah, Ada sef LIKEs quiet brothers.

Ada didn’t fancy being told she was noisy, loud, sanguine, or etc. She wasn’t exactly sanguine, but could get so animated and aggressive you’ud think she was all San-choleric. Those seasonal, energetic displays could only be achieved by an ALL THE WAY extrovert, and Ada wasn’t even extro. She wasjust that unique blend nobody could tell when and how what went wrong did. She and Dikachi were both Mel-Phelgs, though she alone knew that. Hold o, Dikachi knew too. Ada felt the unspoken resentment from her sometime, twas VERY mutual, they didn’t have to say anything to each other. 

 

T'was the day Chizzy introduced Dikachi, in her the-more-the-merrier way, “Ada come and meet our new sister-friend, Onyedikachi, but everybody calls her Dikachi now, courtesy of Brother Uche....” Ada had spontaneously asked “who’s ‘our’?”even before she sat up in bed where she’d been curled up, reading Randy Alcorn’s PURITY PRINCIPLE. Chizzy replied “Ossai and I nah, she joined our deco team and we’ud be, Ossai and I, her direct coaches, can you imagine? Shey you’ve refused to join us, we’re still increasing everyday o.” Ada just said “hello,” not bothering with the G-Aunty title that accrued Dikachi’s status as an immediate past AGS. Their eyes met and despite the smile, “we don’t like us” was an unspoken message between both.

Dikachi was an ex- State Exco, the immediate past Assistant General Secretary; G-Aunty, and so stayed in Deborah’s Corner; the room that housed all female State Excos, immediate past and present. Ada was not that waist-giving type, never. 

 

In Mbaise, one is said to “were ukpu ya nye ha” when you belittle yourself or let’s just say, when you lack self respect that authors your being taken for granted. Ada had an over dose of self respect, she would never ‘were ukwu ya nye’ those sisters, excos or ex, never, not even in the Ouse, some brethren were just VERY Mafia in abusing such privileges. This ideology of hers was the reason she made no efforts to build any relations whatsoever with a plethora of sisters in the Ouse, especially female excos; their apparent Self-Constructed Spiritual Ecstasy was already an offensive deterrent, sufficient in itself.

It suddenly hit Ada one day that Dikachi sef nah RAINBOW sister, spiritual and rainbow ; you’ll be combining those colours and you’ll now be packaging yasef like Queen Obama and thanking God for a refreshing in His presence anyhow, colour-blocking all the anointing. She was overjoyed, at least something to gloat about, was she thrilled?!

Dikachi had, like her organized self would do, sent her belongings home a week to the initial POP day for Batch A’s, that was before the news that Stream 2 would now leave a month after shattered hopes. Ada learnt later that when the authenticity of the news was verified and announced via the Ouse’s Megaphone, G-Aunty cried in her room, Chizzy told her that much. Ada had joyously asked Chizzy to help convey her embarrassment on G-Aunty’s behalf to G-Aunty. 

 

To her, crying was overdoing, what was the intended achievement? Sympathy? She nonetheless enjoyed the knowledge that her chief COMPETITON was emotionally weaker. Ada had nothing to lose, she wasn’t exactly sure where she was headed after service year and so the longer the evil day was moved the better...

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Family Ouse 7

Previously on Family Ouse 6... Read here.

Family Ouse 7 continues...

The service year was gradually travelling to its final bus stop and the nearer it sped towards home, the more apprehensive some brethren began sounding.

They initial Abeg-what-is-19,800-Who-e-epp attitude was already dehydrating, if not ‘drated’, as corps members began to realize that just very soon, no Okada was gonna carry you across town on an almost free, na-cofa, ride, unless you choose to live by the khaki Id forever, which no corps member ever appears eager to do.

Na the cliché pretense nah, some corpers go like say allowee for stay till after dem born grandchildren sef, but everybody go follow everyboby dey ask, “who 19,800 epp?!” E epp cofa! Ask them! Allowee was 12 days late, twasn’t FUNNY at all. You know family houses’ pipu sometimes can be toooo BROKE, abi na still pretense?!

Sha, they were broke, at least the poor, unsuspecting brothers who had been showing sisters GODLY LOVE, busy footing all their sweet-tooth expenses, which on the surface had appeared as “…nooo, it’s nothing at all…” until allowee no come show for one week plus. Nearly all sisters had subscribed for the ouse’ monthly feeding plan, but the house still needed pay cos only few brothers could afford to subscribe.

The PHILANTHROPIST brothers were slacking, plenry of them. Being indebted is a bad weight you just carry about, cannot be helped, whenever you see your creditor, sweat go just dey full your body, AC or not. Indebtedness bad, you just aint comfortable cos you’re indebted.

That’s what debtorhood does to you; it keeps you there, beneath the creditor. Brothers’ wey dey owe come dey feel say everybody don sabi, the period wasn’t funny for any ower. Announcements began frequenting the evenings and they were VERY consistent, not just during meetings, twas like someone was enjoying the ‘harrassment’. Mama put the Megaphone to constant use, bad market for dem philanthropists. “Brethren, this his (is) the kitchen calling, a call to remind hall (all) indebted Jesus Corpers that the kitchen lacks funds to feed hits (its) many shildren…”

The perspiration in David’s lair, brothers’ common room, grew intense. “….Remember the bible says howe (owe) no man nothing but love, howe (owe) the kitchen nothing but your food flask, if you’re howing more than your foodflask, the Lord requires you to eed (heed) Is (His) word. Brethren….” Bro Abayomi had had it up to here, why now,eh?! He knew Bro. Chidike would be chief perspire in the house. Chidike was or maybe thought he was an answer to Sis Dikachi’s every sweet-tooth prayers, his efforts were never rewarded even. Imagine a brother showing family love to all them gluttony sisters.

Bayo wished Mama would just go meet each debtor and quit shattering the hot afternoon peace with her sing-song voice. It’s called HOPE! You know BROTHERLY HOPE nah? You’ll be showing plenty love where dem no send you work, hoping that one of your nets would catch sisterly fish. Your time started tomorrow… Chidike was distraught, why now of all months was monthly subscription being announced like this? Shey service go soon end so all this insults go stop.

Mama herself dey there the claim saint, she dey subscribe? She know wetin subscription dey cost? Nah God go forgive every sister wey no gree leave meat pie and zobo! He left the room, intention was to take a walk to clear his head and forget the Change Government and the ridicule of being a part cause of the megaphone noise.

To think it was his first indebtedness, he was going to make it his last nonetheless. “Awww, Chi Dyke, have I seen you today? Sure you went to your PPA? Chi Dyke come and buy meat pie for me now?” Dikachi had been at the verge of paying for the steaming meat pie before he came along, she quickly asked Welfo to add a second and a bottle of Zobo. “HIRE PURCHASE the minimart sef!!!” that was all he could do to stop from using the “OLEBRUKU!” or its synonyms that had instantly filled his head at such supersonic speed.

Some sisters really needed more JESUS! He didn’t even indulge her a glance as he stormed off. Better to flee temptation!

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Family Ouse 6

Previously on Family Ouse 5...

...Bayo bobo. That was Nenye’s pet name for our brother. She’ud ask Chizzy intentionally, always off the topic in discuss, “You see Bayo bobo for retreat this week?”...
“So you went to retreat to find missing brothers?”...

...Family Ouse birthday; dress up, be sang for, be ohhed and ahhed about, your nice deeds bared before willing and unwilling ears, etc and more etc. ...Bayo introduced his best friend, all the way from Awka to mark this beautiful day, his dark-complexioned pretty fiancé, Yemitokpe Afolabi.  Click to read full story...

Family Ouse 6 continues...

The ouse had been dull for a while, nothing happening, same routine every day, wake by 4.30am for devotion, brethren speak in tongues while still in dream land, devotion co-ordinators OVERDOSED in the spirit, raps up devotion almost several minutes after the slated 5.30am for end of devotion.

Chizzy complaining often about “all these unnecessary OVER ZEAL that’s not even genuine, ehn, NOT EVEN sincere, just to impress!”

Ada muttering, “so somebody cannot be in the Spirit in morning devotion?!” deliberately not directing her unsolicited response at Chizzy, knowing the former’s anger is justified where ouse meetings, esp. morning devotions, are concerned.

See, Brethren cannot come and be in the Spirit alone every time and be dragging meetings 40, 56, 65, 73, and etc minutes later than scheduled time for such meetings. Anybody who has a thing for SPIRIT DWELLING should use his/her personal quiet time to build ESTATES in the spirit and fill such with ROOMSis so they can DWELL FOREVER. It was now an unwelcome, VERY UNWELCOME hallmark of the ouse meetings, one could never be done from meetings on time, it’s always, “…we sincerely apologize for taking our time, it’s not in our hands or our desire to stay this long….”

“Biko who’s desire is it?!” Chizzy always eyeballed none-in-particular at that, why do brethren take advantage of themselves? Eh?!

So nothing spectacular had happened for a while now, just brethren being brethren and the new bro Abana being or trying to be a brethren. Speaking of which, bro Abana had come to the house recently from one of the local governments for a course in the state capital and being a Jesus’ Corper, he naturally stayed in the ouse.

The brother’s ‘problem’ was the PLENRY IGBO in his mouth, the accent was heavy! Not that twas an ish or t’would have been any body’s ish o, but the brother ENJOYED talking, mmn mmn, he LUHVES (lil bro’s word for excess love) contributing; bible study o, prayer meetings o, bible study unit meetings o, just gather the brethren and start talking and the brother’s hand automatically goes UP! Indicating that DESIRE to talk, English-in-Igbo kwa.

Two bible studies ago, he and bro Uboho had set the meeting ablaze, or rather, the trio ablaze, at least the trio had been genuine enough to laugh that loud or maybe rather their inability to keep so much body racking laughter to themselves had earned them Papa’s stern look.
The topic had been, “Modeling Christ as Jesus Corpers” and somehow, as expected, the issue of dressing lingered, courtesy of bros Abana and Uboho.

“…Add diz to dah former one I tohk eh-lia, sisters here donh lyke to we-eh shord shord sked, no, not ifen the smo sisters, na women in dese world dah lyke to we-eh shord shord sked! And brodas dey suffah all diz tin o, eh? You dohn tish the wrong person the right somtin, you carry tish the right person the right tin, so I dohn like it wen broDA Ubana (Abana) tohk dad sisters like shord shord sked, awa sisters here haf try had to wear long sked, so donh come and tok dy dat, pls, eh, mbok. Ifen bible haf tohk dad we shud be en-ko-reshing one anoda, no be so?! See, Wen I was in uni-veh-ity….”

Chizzy’s insides were erupting, bro Uboho and his off point contributions plus his Calabar-English eh, to imagine all he’d been trying to do was rebuke bro Abana for saying sisters loved wearing short skirts, Abana abi Ubana, should rather know that the wearers of the forbidden skirt length were worldly women and brothers in church suffered the immoral dress sense more and that even the bible said brethren should encourage one another, so ouse sisters should rather be commended and blabla…

Abana stood up! Stood and told the brethren to pleasi helpu him andi explainu to bloda Uboko (Uboho) that sinu was firstu completed in the hat of manu before it is fruitilizedu and thati a sister isu wear longi sketu dosu notu mean thati she is notu going about nakedu in ha hat. Thati, they mustu stopi disi kind of blin-ded-nessu in chlisty-ten-dom, maka na Jesus abiaro onwu ewu na okuku (literally: because Jesus did not come to die the death of goats and fowls), onwu ya diri ya penfulu (His death was painful for Him)...

Even Tc busted then, Papa didn’t see her though because she had been directly behind Chizzy who was clapsing her mouth and yet failing to stifle the throaty guffaw that threatened to STOPU bro Abana’s contributionu!

Remember: An in-depth knowledge of God’s word changes everything, EVERYTHING. The letter killeth, but the Spirit giveth life. The entrance of His word bringeth life and understanding to the simple heart! Dwell in His word, DWELL…!

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Family Ouse 5

Previously on Family Ouse 4...

"Just like that?!"

"...robbed of my jwelhry in this gorrddamned office..." Goddamned?!

That was Monday's bad news though, tuesday had been quite uneventful, save for Nenye making mention of Sunday's episode and how she'd wished she could've laid hands round Bimbo's neck and all those things about pressing out bad blood from a bad belle. Click to read full story...

Family Ouse 5 continues...

Abayomi was obviously Yoruba, dark as expected, but communicated a whole lot with Ada. Simply say, they struck a good rapport and that was it. Bayo has a thing for VERY spiritually-humour-packed sisters and Ada was ONE in a non-existing few, so it seemed sha.

Well, as their gist grew, Ada’s ideas grew and the house dry-cleaning made more money, and bad belle Sister Bad-blood noticed the CHANGE. Ada’s only luck was that Abimbola did not notice the APC Presidential Candidate, Bayo bobo. That was Nenye’s pet name for our brother. She’ud ask Chizzy intentionally, always off the topic in discuss, “You see Bayo bobo for retreat this week?”Ada would quickly react and either say “So you went to retreat to find missing brothers?”or “Nenye, I don’t understand o, how did dah won enter this matter now?”

It never bothered her that it was just a ploy to enjoy her re-action or maybe an exaggeration of the re-action. She never disappointed their expectations anyways.

Bayo’s birthday was just the cliché Family Ouse birthday; dress up, be sang for, be ohhed and ahhed about, your nice deeds bared before willing and unwilling ears, etc and more etc. Ada bought the cake, or rather, one of the cakes, did a number with the trio, plus Chizzy, plus Nenye, dressed so pretty and Awwwed and all that. Then Bayo introduced his best friend, all the way from Awka to mark this beautiful day, his dark-complexioned pretty fiancé, Yemitokpe Afolabi.

The Ouse was agog, some sisters felt their loss. You know sisters sha like to have hope for any promising brother? Their hope no be here, it can be tiring. They sha felt the loss but managed to scream louder than Ada’s thumping heart. Chizzy wouldn’t look at Ada, she knew Bayo couldn’t be blamed entirely, he’d been nice and too chatty with Ada, which was probably his only crime, the TOO CHATTY, cos he was nice in the sense of nice-nice to everyone. Only Ada enjoyed the chattiness.

Nenye thought differently, gbedu this brother not saying he wasn’t single all these past two weeks, and making somebody to be over-dry-cleaning even Khaki. Not like a sister should not dry-clean or look good o, but when you make effort to feel cooler cos of ‘good rapport’ and your effort now just come and go like that, it is not a nice something. Bayo bobo no try chacha, Nenye wasn’t smiling ATALL!

Only good thing was that only the trio knew about the butterflies, if any, that flew in the certain sister’s tummy. T'was even better that the sworn enemy of the victim was not in the know, t'was a VERY GOOD THING, very good. Bimbo and her village pipu though!

Like we always say folks, the arm of flesh will FAIL you ALWAYS.

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Family Ouse 4

The import of Abimbola's last sunday's foolishness still hung over Ada like an amateur's crooked bead pendant. Ada couldn't help not noticing the smiling eyes of her friends or everyone even.
Her friends' eyes were not exactly smiling, twas just the jabs they wouldn't drop that made her feel however she was feeling. Well, anybody who'd had a close shave with Ada would tell you those young ladies were lucky they were on the other side of the table, Ada would have made life funnily unbearable for them with her GENIUS capping. Twas a sure bet.

This week hadn't been too nice either, seemed Bimbola's bad omen was messing with her already. She'd reported to her PPA on Monday morning and everything was supposedly as usual, until her Superior suddenly was robbed. 

Just like that?! 

No kidnap, the staff much desired remedy for Madam's SUPERIORity complexities, no gunshot, an even better desireable solution B, NOTHING, just "...robbed of my jwelhry in this gorrddamned office..." Goddamned?! YELS! Madam and her wahala were damned, doomed, Godforsaken, anything damnable, and that was the truth, or rather, isss the truth, but robbed? In her goddamned office?! Bimbola's village pipu haf tried! Ada was pained, which kyn dirty trouble nah, she murmured over severally, ignoring the annoyingly timid Secretary who had been sent to summon everyone. 

Madam claimed she'd pulled the neckpiece before leaving for court that "....morhning...", Ada's mouth twitched, her Madam's funeh had never settled down well with her, there was just something very AkwaIbomy about the claimed US returnee accent that was appalling. And why did the woman's vein stay so conspicuous beneath her transparent yellow skin?! She wasn't the only one eyeballing her Madam, the other female seniors in the room nearly burnt the excessively veined body alive, the anger was heavy in their malicious stares. 

Madam threatened to pull down heaven, raise the dead, heal the sick and turn water to wine, abi vinegar, if her jewelry was not found before 1pm. She even mentioned, had the nerve to threaten Ada with petitioning NYSC and the Ministry Of Justice if Ada did not produce her jewelry. Bimbola's village pipu why, why?!!! It took a lot to still Ada when Madam mentioned the petition thing, THIS lot. 

Ok! probably Madam lost a maybe-expensive neckpiece that wasn't Ada's ish, which won come be PETITION?! Ada had heard the gist of Superiors threatening Corp members with petition or actually petitioning to fuel their ego, but it had been just hear hear, been a victim?! Nah, this was gone too far!

Long and short, jewelry was eventually seen in Madam's purse. Rather than apologize, she asked everyone to lunch. Ada claimed fasting and stayed back, disliking the woman's IRRATIONALITY tremendously. Ada was pained bitterly even more, Superiors really needed to learn to RESPECT STAFF FEELINGS, not necessarily because they owed Staff the duty, but because it earns them the loyalty that runs everything smoothly. 

That was Monday's bad news though, tuesday had been quite uneventful, save for Nenye making mention of Sunday's episode and how she'd wished she could've laid hands round Bimbo's neck and all those things about pressing out bad blood from a bad belle. Ada had ignored the gist, she was yet to visit the matter proper, she had a surprise birthday to plan for Abayomi, the newest brother on the queue and the reason for all that dry cleaning. 

You know if we could foretell prospective events, certain pro-actions would never find us in them. Well, dear Ada was no fortune teller, and Abimbola's village pipu predominantly now bore her in mind. Thursday eventually did happen though. Let's hope you can bear the nastiness of the experience....

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Family Ouse 3

Ada was spending more time touching up her face these days. Noticeably, her shapy khaki and even OUSE clothes were now always dry cleaned by Deji, the Batch B dry cleaner for the ouse.

The meticulous change became obvious about a week back, and Unfortunately Abimbola, one pepper-body sister who was DEEP na ndu and the Spirit, noticed too.

Abimbola was Chizzy's annoying bunky, who had an OVERDOSE of anointing only she could carry, save maybe, the state Excos and a few reluctantly-accepted Spiros in the ouse, all by her standards of course. Twasn't a good one that she NOTICED Ada's efforts, atalll. Twasn't a good something.

Abimbola rather LOOKS BITTER, VERY bitter. That one?! Yoyo BITTERS! It often feels like she's bitter about her 24/7 scarfed hair, her PLENRY puffed blouses, even PLENRIER shoulder-padded SHUITS, her life, her faith, and of course, Ada.
Or maybe it's just Ada convincing herself that Abimbola bears her bitter grudges. But seriously, the sister's bitterization suppose get family tree.

Ada always unsolicitedly reminded Chizzy that,
"...your bunky's bitterness is hereditary o. She even now looks like granny on top the bad belle sef. Whoever shared the gene in the family must have been more generous with Bimbo's share, I'm sure."

"Ada I've told you to free my bunky biko." Chizzy would laugh, somewhat grateful someone HAD her bunky's TIME. The negative vibes from Bimbo had fast taken its toll on the now very-strained bunky relationship.

"You better tell yaself the truth o, your bunky would choke herself with her sanctimonious cloak very soon, it's high time even, her own akarigo (is now excessive)! She's sha lucky oburo (she's not) my bunky, she'ud have received salvation anew, FRESH from Je-su-sssss!" She sang-said the Jesus and shook her head for emphasis.

The whole Bimbo/Ada's feud began early, very early when Batch Bs' came to the ouse. Abimbola showed her colour from day one, she'd occupied the upper bunk of bunk 3 in the lengthy Zion's Gate, the Sisters' common room, so Chizzy had gratefully taken the lower bunk of the same bunk 3, happy to have secured a much desired lower bunk. Only for Pepper Body Bimbo to return from her two weeks travel some weeks after and claimed the lower bunk. She eyeballed the overly shocked and sickened Ada all the spiro-lie while, calling Chizzy, "this greedy little sister here..."

That had been it, Ada did not hide her irritation after that. Twas obvious she'ud make no effort to bear Chizzy's bunky's excesses.
She practically replayed the scene with Nenye the very next day.

"Nenye! Move up bunk! I can't stay up bunk in my life!" Ada began. Nenye caught the joke,

"I don't get you Sis Ada, you've been up all along and I'm already settled down here. I'm sorry I can't move up."

"SEE! Respect yourself and MOVE UP!" Ada snapped, winking at Nenye. Nenye almost laughed out, warming up to the joke even more. The irony was, Nenye stays up the bunk she shares with Ada, so every Sister in Zion's Gate that afternoon knew something was up. 

Chizzy was hysteric, though the day before's drama had embarrased her, she'd stayed put in her space and didn't loose her cool. She however tried to salvage her bunky from the onslaught,
"Adaaa, why disturb the peace this afternoon, aint you down bunk already?" She asked from across the room.
"Eh o, Sister, are you the one wearing the shoe to know where it pinches?" Ada retorted, making no effort to wipe the broad smile growing on her face.

Chizzy let her be, experience had taught her to. For when Ada went rascally, everybody paid dues, bossom friend or not.
"Please someborri should tell this greedy little sister here to get off my bunk space o, before I loose my salvationi?!"

Nenye eyeballed her mildly, she was taller and easily bigger than Ada without effort, but she knew this was her cue to give the reply they had agreed Chizzy should have given the annoying Sister yesterday. She wasn't about to disappoint Ada's exagerated replay of yesterday's drama,
"See you, BITTER fake Spiro! So LIAR is also one of your many titles?! Why are you so bitter eh? Why are you bira?! Christianity is not by force o, don't come and be acting like Jesus made you bitter. See, if christianity was your type, I'ud be heathen! Loose salvation ni, as if you had one before!"

Ada was overjoyed, the weight of Nenye's voice had carried the message across better, even the way sisters in the room held their breathe proved the hammer had reached home, she decided to drop the play, "I've told you o, bera move up and save your sermon for evangelism tommorrow!"
That act never went down well with Abimbola, her dislike for Ada doubled over. She abhorred Ada's effontery. 

And Ada has guts, PLENRY, it sure sticks in Abimbola's face too.

So when after fellowship on sunday, just outside the santuary, Bimbo in her bitterish mode said TOO LOUDLY, "Obviously all this exceptional care in appearance is tied to a brother!"

The clock's tick slooowed...

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