The hot girl
A big girl; that was who she claimed to be
Nobody could imagine that the daughter of one of our most respected mothers in the church was one of the big girls of easy virtue in the town. Each time she came back home from Abuja, the humility she displayed was top-notch. Her commitment to church activities was exceptional. This girl, who was around 24 years old, truly shocked everyone in the church to the marrows. Well, now you have the pathetic tale of a girl, who never knew she had a borrowed life to use for a time. Enjoy.
By the grace of God, I was privileged to serve as the prayer leader in a particular Assemblies of God, in Nsukka back in the days. I was an undergraduate student with UNN that time. And the concept of girls of easy virtue was popular. But the term, “slay queen” was unknown. The first time I heard of it; it threw me off balance. And many question ran wild in my head. “Who do they slay?’ “Are these girls hired to slaughter animals?” “What actually are these girls slaying?’ and any such other question. Yet, that was who the girl in question was – a slay queen, who pitched her trade in Abuja and no one knew she was into that.
Can this prayer team help this girl now?
The church prayer team was an active one. It could respond to any form of emergency calls, unless none of the members was around. Sometimes, one of the members can answer a call on behalf of the team, where the circumstance did not allow the time to call other members.
That was how we fared, till this Friday evening, when we were seated in the Children’s Department for the weekly Sunday School Prep Class. Preparatory Class is a period in Assemblies of God churches where the Sunday School teachers meet to review the lesson to be taught on Sunday in their respective classes.
Sister Uju, the Sunday School Superintendent
The Sunday School Superintendent, Mrs. Uju, was on her seat in the front. Right now, she was breaking down the complex terms in the Sunday School Manual when the whole thing began.
Believe me, this woman was a nightmare as well as a blessing to girls who pride themselves as slay queens. It was not as if she hated them. But, when she set herself to talk to them, her words spared no girl. She would dig right into the very depths of their filthy lifestyles. Many of them hated to see their secret ways and crafts exposed to people in that brazen and detailed manner. Even some of the slay queens wished she was dead. But if you choose to take her advises, you, as a girl, would know how much of a treasure she was.
The unexpected shock
That was the lady moderating the Bible discussion, when a woman – one of our members – ran into the church compound, calling for help. She specifically mentioned my name, and I believe it was because I was the prayer band leader then. She yelled at my name with all her might, asking me to help her; as if I had the power to do the impossible.
I was there and a few members of the prayer team were there also. My assistant, Sis. Ngozi; Secretary, Sis. Ijeoma, Youth president, Bro. Christian (of blessed memory), Sis. Ukamaka, and a few others were present. We were all seated, but the woman’s loud calls broke the serenity in the compound into chaos, and set everyone on the edge.
We did not wait to get details of what was going on. We simply rushed out with her after Sis Uju had signaled us to attend to her. It was when we were hasting for the Hospital not too far from the church that we started to ask her some questions. The place we were going to was a clinic, actually.
Behold, the girl lay on the bed in the clinic
As we went, she gave us a sketchy, unclear story of a girl, who was the daughter to one of our mothers in the church. The girl was writhing in pain and asking for help. Her neighbors had brought her to the clinic because her mom traveled to the village before she returned from Abuja. The doctor had done everything he could, but he found nothing as the cause of her strange ailment.
Thank Goodness, we got there and found her lying down on the bed. She could speak and relate a bit with us. And so, we swung into action, to know what the problem was. But the girl seemed unwilling to give us any tangible reason for the problem. She was the only person who could tell what her problem was. But she chose to keep it hidden.
Ordinarily, there was no how we could pray without having something solid to lay hold on. And so, my Assistant, Sis. Ngozi began to ask her some basic questions such as: How did it start? When did it start? Did you go somewhere and this began after that? And so forth.
She refused to open up to us
We needed something to target so we could know where to fire our spiritual canons. But, to our amazement, the girl opted to keep the facts away from us. She kept on dodging the questions and telling us it was just a sickness that started some last week. She said all these things with her mouth and continued to ask us to pray for her.
My spirit did not like her position. This was because a close look at the things happening there suggested this was not normal. My suspicion told me that she might be suffering from unnatural causes or some kind of poisoning. That was what others, too, thought, I would learn later.
But unfortunately, she left us stranded. And so, we prayed just randomly for her and return to the church. Of course, we encouraged her and the woman with her before leaving the clinic. Some of our sisters, however, willingly chose to stay back. This happened on Friday evening of that week.
The situation changed into something else
On Sunday morning, while the Sunday School was in progress, and I was handling my class, her mother, who had returned from the village, came to the church running. Even one of her loosed wrappers dangled helplessly behind her. She was sobbing, calling on the church to help her. The Reverend quickly signaled me, and I made one or two moves and a good number of the prayer team members came together.
Classes had to be rearranged because of the situation on ground. Some of the prayer band members were also Sunday School teachers of various age levels. The call now was an urgent one. Hence the sudden turn of events. This was one of the reasons prayer band members were often advised to keep their lives in their best spiritual states.
Chaos in the clinic
We ran to the clinic. This time, things looked scary. She was gasping for breath. Then, a prophesy came from one of us. “If she can open her mouth and say what she did that brought this upon her, the Lord will have mercy. Her hands are not clean. She has secrets to tell!”
The message hit all of us like a bolt. I knew the sister God used to speak. She was not the kind of person that spoke just anyhow. In fact, whenever God chose to speak through her, expect the exposition of dirty secrets.
We did everything to make this girl talk, but she refused. Meanwhile, she could still utter words. We prayed as much as we could, but her situation got even worse.
Sis. Ngozi baby seated her
Sis. Ngozi, my assistant, was sitting on the head end of her bed. She placed the girl’s head on her laps, patting her gently to make her comfortable. I had to place my hands on her head, and in the company of others, we interceded as much as we could.
But the message still maintained that she was the one holding herself. “Speak up and be freed from this evil!” The girl refused. We could see a slight anger rising slowly on her face because of the repeated demand placed on her private life.
Finally, when we were about to summarize and return to the church, we noticed something. She began to struggle with something we could not see. Something seemed to be choking her in the throat. Now, it was clear she wanted to say something. But her lips seemed to be sealed. Her eyes became red. She was going through raw pain!
The Scuffle climaxed to this…
The struggle was so intense that some of us started to weep. I still held her shoulders, trying to keep her calm. I pleaded with God to have mercy and save her now. But our cries and pleas fell on deaf ears. She suddenly jerked up forcefully twice, her reddish eyes bulging out with it. Then she slumped carelessly into the bed.
Her mouth and eyes remained open. It was too late. There was nothing we could do. She shivered again a couple of times before she retired into calmness. Immediately, I sensed her body temperature going down. My assistant shook her vigorously to make her move. It was already over. She had left us. And for the first time in my life, I watched someone die a painful death.
Days later, report came to the church that the girl was actually into hookups. If not because of the way she died, no one would believe that. Each time she came around, she moved piously, looked well-mannered, and spent a lot on her people, her friends, and anyone in need she came across. This earned her great love among many. But, look at how she died!
Thy sin shall find thee out
No one knew this girl’s work. She only said she worked with the government in Abuja. It was not until she had passed on that we learnt what killed her. Wives of the men who patronizes her decided to do that to her and the other girls in the same trade with her.
We lost such a beautiful, chubby girl, whose fairness words cannot describe. She was still very young. Hence, her mother could not be consoled. It was a tale that shook the fabrics of that area in Nsukka. And as decent as Nsukka is known to be, she became another example for drawing the ears of girls that will not listen.
As always, many girls will still believe she was stupid for not playing the game well. They will never learn from her case so as to retrace their steps before they become another tale to tell. May God help our girls; yes, and our boys too, who, for want of quick cash and easy life, can venture into things that destroy them in the process. The imagery of what happened in that clinic still stands in front of me till date.
Shall we pray!
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