It was now Monalisa and I, a crush who turned out to be a detective. My life had taken a drastic twist. I meet a girl, like her, tries to follow her, gets knocked by a car and that’s how she vanishes. She makes me visit the same street multiple times after my recovery with the hope of seeing her pass by, unfortunately she doesn’t. She is on my mind that I can’t comfortably exist without finding this wonder woman, in the process, I get conned and played by a male hiding under pseudo social media account. I meet her High school mate who bad mouths her. My long time ex-girlfriend resurfaces and this time is after ruining my life, she declares me a looser and good for nothing and that’s how my focus shifts to money making. I opt for the shortcut to make quick money and soon advances, it’s through this that a deal comes, it seems easy and can pay a lot, the heist backfires, I get caught and for another time Monalisa comes back into my life, as detective, shocked I am but still she got to do what she does. Things get more complicated; my gun is connected to her late boyfriend’s murder; she keeps it to herself though. I am declared insane and sent to a mental hospital, something that I strongly believe is a make-up. What a life?

She drove for the longest time as I could remember, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d do to me. However, I was pretty sure that she wasn’t up to no good. At one point I even thought that I’d never make it to the mental hospital because she’d kill me in revenge to Tyrone’s murder. She was smart and I was now convinced that she opted to drive me alone to finish me off. It was time to die, to die for the sins I didn’t commit, I cursed myself a lot and waited for the worse, which was so obvious.
She pulled over the car, then wrapped my head with an opaque material with the tiniest hole ever for aeration. She wasn’t that heartless after all, maybe she wanted me to die while breathing, or perhaps ‘breath my last’ literally. After which she led to what I assumed to be a building. I was instilled on a chair before the dark bag being removed over my head. “Welcome to MO-HUG mental hospital.” She broke the seconds silence that was slowly taking over as I familiarized with my new environment. I had been set up, it wasn’t a hospital, for once in a lifetime, my intuition was right, something had been fishy about all that since they declared me unfit for hearing.

She drew the curtains to let the natural light illuminate through, giving life into a well-furnished but dull room. “You are surprised I know, I am not going to hurt you, you once saved my life and I believe that it’s a payback time” she said as she dragged a chair next to mine. “I managed to have the psychiatrist report swapped what the judge had was Max’s, it wasn’t yours, you are of sound mind, he is a psycho, has this condition that affects his conscience, he finds himself in a fix after which he self-convicts himself, complicated stuff…you know, now you understand why the heist botched. Let’s not talk about him though.” She paused and reached out for a bowl of cereals. I felt like it was first time smoking weed and had hallucinations, I couldn’t believe all she was telling me.
Tyrone was an abusive boyfriend who would hit her up anytime he felt like. He was this type of a person your parent would warn you against. Monalisa was addicted to him just the way he was to coke. They were in this toxic relationship and she’d soon want to end it but Tyrone wasn’t taking that. On that fateful day, she had gone to his place to talk about their relationship, just like Tyrone had suggested but it turned out to be false. He tied her up and couldn’t let her leave, what followed was a bitter exchange between the two making him more violent, he reached for a gun to shoot him but just before he could pull the trigger an anonymous person shot him killing him instantly. She never saw the person who did that and after several hours she managed to escape. To cut the long story short, she believed that the anonymous person was me after linking the bullets to that logged on her ex-boyfriend’s skull.

She slightly recognized my face while arresting me, she saw me at the bank and was sure that I was following her. Furthermore, I surrendered making me harmless, she therefore opted to take me in. logged in everything in the evidence box but later picked the pistol after realizing that it had been used to kill Tyrone. She was shocked and at the same time felt that I knew more about her, meeting at the bank and possessing the gun was not a mere coincidence to her. She hatched a plan to save me, swiped the medical reports over the weekend, had a mental hospital under a proxy name MO-HUG (Monalisa Hughes).

“That’s it, and here is my home, now your home too…you spotted me, delivered me from the jaws of death and fought for me because you wanted to be with me. Fate has brought us together again, no court will do a follow up on how you are doing at the mental hospital, so you are safe.” She concluded. Emotions ran high and for a moment she was on my arms. She believed that I shot Tyrone and here was, holding me while shooting her shot. I wish she knew the truth. For me I had to live with a new title and secret too, a murderer, for my sake and freedom. Fate brought us together indeed.

“What would you want to have for lunch babe?” She asked
I hesitated for a while then answered, “…Maybe you”
Well, lunch was served as per the request.

THE END.

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“On 15th, June of the year 2020, the first accused person and others who are not before this court, attacked St. Jude’s ACK along Monrovia Street, with an aim of robbing the cash from a fundraiser held on the same material day.” She paused then continued, “the court was also informed that the first accused held the people hostages…” the prosecutor finished reading from what looked like a long written script then adjusted her glasses before staring at me directly then back to the judge. “As we all know, the above accusations are so gross under the laws of the land, my Lord, such characters are the notorious ones who are derailing our efforts in upholding national security, ” She paused before my lawyer could ‘object.’ That whole time Judge Nolan was busy scribbling his notes. Before long he’d make a ruling. The prosecutor was so firm and fearless, at first I alluded her toughness to being moody, after all it was on a Monday and I must have ruined her weekend, instead of spending time with her family and loved ones I bet she had a rough time compiling my profile, she had the right to get tough. Witnesses started streaming in one after another, Max was one of them.

I could clearly notice familiar people from where I was, not surprising that Monalisa was present since she was the detective in charge. She would soon be a heroine after my trial and sentencing, she’d earn an award on that, however, she’d live with a secret. Why would she do that though? Didn’t she love her boyfriend? I guess the best she could do for a loved one was to reopen the murder case but she opted not to. On my side I felt grate that she didn’t, maybe she had believed, maybe, just maybe. Moreover, I wasn’t Jesus to die for others’ sins, I wasn’t going to take someone’s else responsibility on what I didn’t do.

“Case file number 292, of the state against the accused, I have heard the accusations, which are absolutely right. However…” He paused for a while before reaching out for an envelope, then continued “according to the government Psychiatrist report, I find the accused be of unsound mind, he suffers from dementia, brain tumor among other sensitive health conditions that I can’t talk about in my court. The court therefore finds him unfit for hearing and recommends he be taken to a mental hospital immediately for medical attention and monitoring. On the same note, the police department has a period of 72 hours to bring others to book for trial and sentencing. This accused is acquitted. The court is dismissed. ”

Could you believe that? Being insane? How? I couldn’t believe it either. Someone had come to my rescue, who was this anonymous person who interfered with the report? Maybe the judge had confused my medical report to another person’s. As far as I was concerned, I was as healthy as the opposite of the medical report. Someone had an unfinished business with me. Who could that person be?

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I bet being a cop is the hardest of all careers. Not that I loathe them but I know myself. Imagine me as a police officer, I bet everyone in my neighborhood could have been behind the bars by now, for instance my neighbor Ian. He is an Arsenal FC fan, every time the new season kicks he tweets and retweets that “This is our season.” Me as a cop would be on him every season like, “You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent for anything you say and tweet can and will never happen.” Just like that. It’s a profession that requires a lot of self-control, proper anger management and high level of tolerance.

Silence sometimes is the best answer, I hear so. I just remained silent and maintained that I needed an attorney, who in the real sense wasn’t a necessity at the moment. She was really trying to get answers, the fiercer she thought she was the more desperate I saw her. She looked broken and tired, definitely needed a shoulder to lean on. As a psychology student (I dropped out in my third year) I think I saw a lot. Her juniors were outside waiting for her to come out with the best results, they believed in her, while inside the grilling room she felt so fragile, that is the moment I wished we were on the same page but neither of us could cross so easily. She’d soon leave without a word, what followed was through dismantling of my jawbones and ankles, I was hit so hard that I had to let ‘masculinity toxic’ roll out as I wailed on top of my voice till they stopped. Therefore, I take back my words, silence isn’t the best answer.

After a week I underwent a polygraph test whose results remained disclosed for the whole period. It was just a matter of days before I was brought before Judge Nolan. The most loved and hated judge in equal measure in history. Unverified sources back in the remand had it that he only showed his teeth while brushing and never took complements even from colleagues. His posture and height alone were already intimidating, he naturally had a hoarse voice. He attended the army two years before joining the law school and was sent to a mission in Afghan where he lost his dearest friend. That was the judge that would handle my case. Before then, I went for the last check, the psychiatric examination. I just hope Monalisa didn’t include the gun in her investigations. Not that I was economical with my answers but I had nothing to say about it, it’s a gun that I had bought down town, I didn’t even see the face of the guy who sold it to me since he had mask and a black jacket. He or she didn’t see mine either. I saw the sense in the nature of that business.

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“You must be scared by seeing all the cameras and microchips in here, I am scared too (giggled).” She remarked in a sarcastic but tough tone. “The deal is so simple; you answer my questions diligently and we’ll definitely be friends.” She paused, pulled a file from her briefcase and sipped her drink. “You got lucky that Max pulled through, but still not that lucky, we realized he wasn’t one of the hostages, from the many witnesses that we questioned it was clear that it was a robbery gone wrong. Currently he is assisting us with the investigations to bring your other mates to books.” She informed me. The cross examination took longer than expected, however, something was clear, she was a different type in that badge, I bet her colleagues never approached her for small talks, it baffled me how she’d smiled back then when I first saw her.

She was learned and knew her thing, her beauty was a match with her brain; both were out of this world. All this time I didn’t bring up about us ever meeting before, after all I wasn’t so sure if she could recall, she was sleuth who met people of all walks, from drunkards to cannibals, I just happened to be one of them. I was informed of my charges and so many arrest warrants issued before, from a fraudster to a gangster, how could I miss to be on their radar? However how tough she proved to be I wasn’t going to let her take me down, not that easily.

“Why didn’t you take a shot whilst you had the chance to?” I finally asked, it sounded stupid nevertheless I asked it. For a moment she was shocked like she didn’t expect that, she slowly walked out and came back with an unlabeled brown envelope, after which she ordered for a stop in recording of the cross-examination process. I was curious. She was up to something, she emptied her cup and cautiously unveiled the envelope’s contents. It was a gun I clearly recognized, the one I used in the church heist.

“This was a part of the evidence though not recorded, a decision I can subvert any moment you misbehave with me. You know how much weight that can bring to your case, right?” She warned, pushing the unloaded gun gently to my side. With no cameras no recorders, she assured me that it was the safest moment to talk. “Where were you on the night before 27th December, 2019?” She asked, well I had no clue where I was at on that day, I mean who on their right mind can remember exactly where they were on such a date? Then she continued, “On that night, someone was shot dead at his house. I ran a check at the bullets used and found out that they had the same serial number as the ones you used recently. His case still remains unsolved and was a mystery until today when I discovered that it was you.” What followed was a moment of silence, I couldn’t believe it, me? Shot someone?

“I have seen you before, in the bank and along the streets following me, I recognized your face when I came to arrest you. And here before us is a gun that was used to kill Tyrone, my boyfriend. Tell me, for how long have you been following me, how did you know that Tyrone, the man you shot a night before 27th December, was my boyfriend? Who are you and why have you been following me?”

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I can’t say the ride was smooth, but technically, it was smooth because she was part of the ride, maybe that was our first and last ride together, who knows? We didn’t say much though, except for the formalities like “You have the right to remain silent (as if I wanted to make noise), anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.” Soon we’d arrive at the station, and after several hours of seclusion I was finally driven off to a different remand prison, this time round Monalisa didn’t come with us. She came over the next day in the morning. In my mind I wondered if she could recognize me though and why had she stared at me like that before making an arrest.

One thing that I fondly recouple are the mates I met at the remand. At first it was so rough, but soon I had made friends with a few inmates. The detectives requested more time to dig deep into the matter and so I was locked for as long as I can remember. Ludwig, Tony and Mrazi were their names, they didn’t stay for long albeit. Each one had his story how they ended up on the wrong side of the law. On Ludwig’s case, he’d been alleged to have made home-made teargas canisters for students who were constantly at loggerheads with the law enforcers. Rumors had it that he was arrested after an abnormality of how students managed to beat the police in their own game, you know, in every deal there must be a snitch, so he was fished out. Tony was third year law student who not more than once has been reprimanded for viciously attacking politicians, he maintained that he was a revolutionist and a human activist who could not tolerate the mistreatment by politicians, his followers loved him for his enthusiasm and rich vocabulary. Lastly, Mrazi. I wasn’t sure if that was his real name, he was booked under an OB as Mrazi because of how he repeatedly mentioned the word Mrazi, thanks to the bhang. He had been arrested for using an illegal drug the previous night in a nearby bush. When asked his name, he’d blatantly reply that “Mi ni Mrazi lazima nichachishe, nyi masanse ni mableina tu.” His oversized jacket, brown boots ‘timberland’ and a singlet sold him out. Anyway, they were waiting for him to get sober first to rebook him under a different OB.

It was my time to be grilled, so I moved in, sat on the chair, and waited for Detective Monalisa to do what she was best at.

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St. Jude’s ACK was just a few meters away from the city’s CBD. In my last plan to find the imaginary love of my life I identified it as a major breakthrough, it had a public WIFI, it would serve me adequately in my quest. Just before signing up in Tinder I prayed to God to forgive me because I wasn’t going to use His house to glorify his name. Tinder was a legendary dating site that brought singles together, or probably our brothers and sisters who had it rough expressing themselves like other normal people. I signed in, chose the best picture for the profile.

It didn’t take long before I recognized a face like hers, at first I wanted to ignore because there was no way it would be that obvious but something else caught my attention, the picture seemed to be hers while the name was different. Vallary Meghan, read her profile. After convening a meeting between my inner soul and mind I made up a resolution that a two letter word “hi” wasn’t going to cost a lot after all, to my utter surprise, her reply came seconds later like those machine generated ones. I wasn’t believing it and treated it with uttermost contempt at first before thinking of another dry text to send back. Much wasn’t said on that day since she couldn’t recognize my round face, her recognition wasn’t an issue though.

Days and months passed, we had since developed a habit of late night chats of endless conversations about meeting up once the lockdown was lifted. She however didn’t like calls claiming that they made her nervous, especially around her younger siblings. From Monalissa to Vallary, an occurrence that she had an explanation for, she loved being incognito. Somebody’s daughter was making my days and nights that I’d always swear to my crew how online dating was working well for me.
I wish you could see my facial expression when the president lifted the lockdown, as everyone was thinking about rebuilding themselves, all my thoughts were on how she’d warm my bed sooner. For the next few days I worked extra hard to secure her transport fee and accommodation for a week. The level of happiness made me love everything that nature provided, at one point I found myself telling my dog not to bark when the beautiful one finally comes home and hoped that it didn’t.

I’ve never loved Sundays ever since I knew how to count days of the week, my guest was to arrive at 3 o’clock in the evening and I had set everything in place, I couldn’t hide away my happiness as fantasies of the two of us watching the moon that night took the better part of my mind. A quarter to 3 I was already in bus station ready to receive my guest, I had grabbed few snacks that would supplement our first face to face conversation. My eyes were glued on the direction from which she’d alight and any time I’d see a lady on a black high-waist trouser and low boots, my heart would skip a bit, we’d agreed on that dress code.

“Mteja wa nambari uliyopiga hapatikani kwa sasa.” that was a service provider urging me to wait no more for my guest because she wasn’t making it any soon. How though? I felt a pain pricked down my dry throat as I swallowed a lump of saliva, it was already 4 yet the sun was scorching angrily. I had been conned, that wasn’t my sweet Monalisa, later on realized that he was actually a male with lots of pseudo accounts with an aim of swindling money from innocent souls like me. I felt weak and beaten in my own game, indeed Sunday proved itself to my thoughts about it. I had been reduced to zero, at the stage I just stood not knowing what next step to take, a cold wind with a smell of the city’s latrines hit me that I grinned so hard not to believe that I had been played for two months. The dusk was creeping and I had to leave for my little crib back at the village.

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The sleuths definitely had us, particularly me who was visibly armed to the tooth, they had managed to get through the other two side doors and the rear one. They were first approaching, all muzzles aimed at my poor soul. I didn’t relent either, I was so ready to shoot Max, who at the moment was vehemently shaking, after all he was responsible for all the troubles that I got into that day. The police weren’t taking heed of my advice to back off even after threatening to shoot Max, and in such desperate moments desperate actions carry the day, within no minute Max was on the floor writhing in pain from the shot. What followed was two more shots in the air to drive my message home, luckily they slowly took a step backwards, lowered their weapons and were ready to talk. Seconds later, two of them, a lady and a gent walked forward cautiously. It was time to negotiate, I thought.

“Agent Monalisa Hughes from the FBI” she pulled off her face mask and showed her badge. Just like that I thought I was in some in some Indian movie with very weird twists, but no, I was no movie star, before me was Monalisa, the same lady I had seen and followed months ago from a bank in town. Was her presence a blessing in disguise? I thought for a moment. I knew that one day I’d meet her but not in such a scenario when both of us were in the line of duty. My life was like that of the maze, however how long I’d run to get out, I’d still find myself in the same place. Nonetheless, I wasn’t going to allow these stupid thoughts get over me, maybe I was hallucinating due to the effect of the coke I had sniffed earlier before the heist. Therefore, I aggressively pulled someone within my range and had the muzzle over her head.

“Just let her go and put down your weapon” she urged. “We are ready to negotiate, but if you pull trigger on her then be rest assured that my boys would rain your whole body with the bullets poking a thousand holes on it… You have a minute to either die a looser or walk out as a hero..” she continued with her theatrics that sounded like sermons too. There was no way out, she was right. I finally let go off my hostage, lowered my pistol and raised my hands above the head before being surrounded by the whole squad ready to take instructions from their boss. What followed was recovering of the hostages, in the process, my crime partners too made it out, mistaken to be part of the congregation.

“Take a shot detective!” an order came through the radio cell. I closed my eyes, made a short prayer then waited for the worst.
“Negative Sir!” she answered through the radio cell leaving everyone in an awe, then took a close look at me as if she remembered something. She took a long pause like someone who was lost in thoughts then had me handcuffed and shoved me to the awaiting car.

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We had all joined him as panic was all written on our faces, to the congregants we were the lost and found sheep while to us, someone was about to go against our plan. We stood close to each other waiting for our worst, imagine being lynched in a church, probably for something that you had not even executed already. It’s marvelous how the Holy spirit works though, a few hours ago we were so sure we’d get away with the church money until our main accomplice got saved in a minutes and now he was about to blow the whole plan. By the time we stepped at the pulpit I was so sure that we’d eventually make it out no matter what but not with any cash. Imagine waking up every day for two weeks to think of the best way to achieve something only to fail at the very last minute, that’s how wasted I felt. I bet my partners were feeling the same heat too.

“Hello..mic check one two…hello..” That was Max doing what most of you can relate to. There was a technical error hence a hitch in communication. A normal occurrence. The moment Max encountered that I already knew that one of us had hatched a Plan Z, purposefully to save us, it was just a matter of seconds for us to act swiftly as we could. It was Mary, as we were assembling at the pulpit, she intentionally moved to the rear side, close to the church’s public address and as the saying goes, a drowning man clutches on a straw, she desperately but keenly grabbed a wire and pulled it off from its connection. Luckily, that’s how she cut short Max’s confession and saved our lives. However, Max wasn’t relenting, he soon discovered Mary’s trick and opted to shout instead, at least a few would hear him out. There was no way this was going to happen, my ‘adrenaline’ and inner self agreed and sooner than expected I had already shot on the ceiling, sending everyone down followed with shrill cries from shocked congregation.

Honestly, I think Christ should never come soon, no one is ready to die. The rate at which people were leaving the safe house (church) proved that not so many can put into practice what they preach every day. Two ugly things happened in the process, the pastor had an attack and passed out, on the other hand a stampede ensued that would later leave so many injured. Our main focus was to make it out too and vamoose as fast as we could but this wasn’t forthcoming because the whole of the police department were just outside, ready with their ugly gun muzzles pointed at the congregation. To control the commotion, I fired thrice at the ceiling ordering everyone to stay still, after which I beckoned Ted, who to my surprise had a pistol too, he’d then tell me that he wasn’t good with guns but he carried that just in case. To make it out without being shot, we had to camouflage, the four scattered and blended in between as I remained to take care of Max, he was still a threat.

“Tango one…tango two, we got a hostage situation sir! Waiting for your advice sir!” I could hear the loud conversion of an officer probably with his boss. Sooner, they’d request us to bargain, I supposed. It was no longer burglary, it was a hostage situation.

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I wish I could easily forget, or maybe negatively remember her but she wasn’t any of that. She was a rare gem, at the back of mind I just knew that she was somewhere minding her own business and not even aware that some random stranger was thinking about her in the interior of an unknown village.

Sometimes we make wishes, wishes that never come to be true, dreams come true, they say, but maybe my case was totally different; I had a dream whose actualization would be a tall order. What a profit is it to a man to go after a woman for that long? Or perhaps what’s the essence of not trying at all? So many questions would pop up.

I tried fighting my feelings, justifying that she wasn’t worth it after all the struggles that I had gone through trying to reach her, the more I tried to force my myself to think so the more the reality hit me, she wasn’t forgettable neither was she someone that I could remember every time. It is like she had left a print-like tattoo into my life, a permanent tattoo.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. I had not shared about my last ordeal with anyone except Eugene, my best friend. I am an introvert and secretive in nature. Eugene came to know about it because I knew that by sharing it with him, at least something better could yield. He was one guy who knew every corner of North View Estate and everyone in it. He was a total opposite of my personality-an extreme extrovert. Though not sure if he could help locate Monalisa, I gave him a benefit of doubt, after all I didn’t have an option.

Eugene didn’t disappoint either, after two days, he at least had a clue. It happened to him that he had a friend who he believed to have known Monalissa- according to my description of her. I was lucky because all along I never failed in profiling someone from the physical tributes, a talent that I needed most at that moment. We’d later meet his friend one evening in one of the restaurants in town and hear from her.

“We were in the same stream back then in high school, I didn’t like her though, she was being favored by the teachers….” That was her commenting on my girlfriend-to-be, so disrespectful! I didn’t like how she did that, for a moment I hated her and even regretted agreeing to meet in the first place.

In some instances, I had to disrupt the talk and take charge of the conversation, by the end of the day all I could remember was ‘nchaka nchaka’ sound of her chewing gum that was of course irritating. For the third time, I got wasted. A moment of silence stole the show and filled the room for the longest time before we finally departed.

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Soon, the host pastor would make a calling then end the day’s sermon. My gang and I on the other hand patiently waiting to strike when our time comes. It was totally understandable that we had to deal with anxiety and suspicious onlookers too, that’s why from time to time we’d act like we frequented the church. Still, I would funnily think about how the newspaper headlines would read the next day because this was going to be a heist of its own kind.

All along before that particular Sunday I believed that the last miracle that ever happened was Jesus resurrecting from the cross until something unbelievable happened. Max was making his way to the pulpit to give out a testimony.

According to the church order of that day, the last session was for testimonials, the pastor made a calling, a couple of believers moved to the front to testify of His Grace in their lives, among the believers was one of my accomplices, the mastermind of the whole heist was about double cross us, I supposed. That wasn’t part of the plan.

This was the plan. Everyone had a vital role to play. Max’s role was to entirely give us a sign, he was familiar with the order of service and function, we needed his keyboard skills to make it a success. Different tones and tonal variations had different meanings, with each having a coded language.

He’d signal us every time he’d want us to act in a way according to the heist plan. John’s role as earlier aforementioned in the previous chapter, was to swiftly grab the money basket from the treasurer after counting is done and the sum announced to all and sundry. Mary’s pulchritudinous would be a great asset too, she’d use that to confuse the hungry folks in front and then grab the bag from John during the commotion, of course a commotion would ensue.

I was to give the duo cover since I was armed. Ted, being an ex-bouncer would then clear the way for us to make it out of the church building, he would also keep an eye on any suspected ‘enemy of our progress.’

The third believer had just finished giving her testimony which left the whole congregation in an awe. Max would soon make it to the church stand. From my own seat I couldn’t imagine how my other counterparts were feeling but one thing I was sure of was that none had managed to leave owing to the fact that the church was full to the brim, a single movement equaled an unnecessary ‘sorry brethren for stepping on your toe’ among others. Our fate was now being determined by ten baby steps that he could just make in a stride.

He gently took the microphone from the predecessor, broadly smiled and move two steps forward, “today” he said, paused and looked at the congregation. “I have seen the light and felt the Holy spirit urge me to desist from my sins and turn unto the Lord.Before I continue, let me call my brothers and sister to join me in this new life; John, Larry, Ted, Harry and my lovely sister Mary, kindly come over here.” He concluded as the fellow congregants happily cheered us as we unwillingly moved to the pulpit, wearing fake smiles to join Max for a ‘redemption journey.’
“You must all be wondering why we are standing before you today.” He continued.

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