Male And Female He Created Them (The final part)

There was Rita and Adebola on the cushion naked, caressing themselves. As much as Rita had avoided the practise in her house, she couldn’t help it that day when Adebola visited, she was engrossed in the action that she didn’t notice when Richard drove in and used his keys.
 

“Sweetheart! Rita!” He shouted. Rita gained her consciousness, she gasped and looked for her clothe on the floor.

“Yesss” She dragged. The deed was done, someone eventually found out their dirty secret, not just anybody but her husband.

“What is it you are doing?” Richard shut the door behind him. “I am sorry.” She managed to say as she wore her clothe.

Adebola couldn’t face him as she wore her clothe hurriedly as if she was going to tear them, she felt more ashamed at the fact that another man saw her nakedness. She picked her bag and hurried for the door, she wanted to disappear into the thin air as quick as possible. It was a show of shame.

“And where exactly do you think you are going to?” Richard who still stood at the door said in his masculine voice.

“Go back and have your seat, you this shameless woman. You come around here and visit us, and there I am thinking you are a decent woman, you don’t even wear trousers, which made me quickly conclude that you are an appropriate woman, and meanwhile you are dirtier than dirt itself.”

The two women were shaking on the chair they sat with their heads bowed, nemesis had finally caught up with them.

“Rita! If someone had told me you could this, I would blatantly disagree, I would even bet it on my life. I now understand why I met you un-deflowered, it was just your hymen that wasn’t broken, but your mind was already deflowered and polluted.” Richard walked around the sitting-room; he had dropped his jacket and his bag on one of the chairs.

“I thought you knew all about the virtuous women in the bible, why did you fall short of one?” His words pierced their hearts, he wouldn’t let them go out of the house and find solace in a serene environment.

“Rita, the Pastor’s daughter! Yet you sing hymns in church with this dirty life of yours. Rita! You, a lesbian! Jesus Christ of Nazareth.”

He marched around the sitting room, dazed and breathing heavily, he wished someone could wake him up from the nightmare, he was a handsome man, tall and stout, he wore a ruffled blue shirt, he was a portrait of a gentleman, but today he spoke out of his usual self.

“Why didn’t you even let a man deflower you? At least that would be more honourable than this shameful thing you do.”

Rita’s eyes gleamed with intensity, almost as if tears might be clouding them.

“So each time they called those who have been involved in sexual sins before in church you don’t raise your hands, but rather sit back like an angel.”

“When I asked about your past, why didn’t you tell me about it, at least we would have worked on it together, or sorry it’s not even in the past yet, it is still your present.” He shouted.

The women adjusted on their seats as they sobbed.

“Maybe I should ask, when did this started and how many partners do you have?” He pulled a stool to seat on. Rita managed to draw in a breath as tears drifted down her cheek.

“Just one, she‘s the only one.” Rita responded as if the fact that it was just one partner she was involved with justified her in anyway.

“And when did you start?” Rita knew this was going to cut Richard deep. “S.S.S. 2” She muttered without raising her head.

“S.S.S. 2!” He exclaimed as, that seems to be the part that shocked him most.

“You mean since secondary school?” “Ye---sss”

Richard Reynolds stood to his feet at once.

“Jesus Christ!”

“That’s close to ten years now.” He said. “You mean no one ever caught you in the act, or were you corrected and still went on?” He probed.

Rita replied amidst tears, “We were never caught, except for our final year in secondary school when one of my friends was caught and we were warned against it, but I felt I was smarter than her then.”

“I see, indeed you are smarter than her. If she yielded to the correction and stopped, today she would be grateful she was caught early before it destroyed her life, you came this far because you were not caught.”

Adebola was abruptly silent where she sat with bowed head.

“Even the scripture says he that covereth his sin shall not prosper. Have you forgotten the devil’s major strength is your shady secrets? He would do his best that it never sees the light of the word of God.”

“No wonder you act awkwardly in bed.” He didn’t care about Adebola’s presence.

Rita could see her husband’s internal pain in the way his head crinkled and the tense lines that ran across his face.

“Now that you are almost ten years-old as a lesbian, I think you should share the testimony in church next Sunday, or even hold a thanksgiving service.”

Rita shook her head.

Richard continued to kick them hard with his words, “you should know that whatever you cannot walk up to the altar of the Lord to share as a testimony that you do in your secret place, is a sin, whether you admit it or not. Or can we start announcing that my wife is a lesbian and you will feel convenient about it?” He wasn’t expecting a reply.

“Even the scriptures recorded in the book of Romans chapter one, and verse twenty-six, that because of these, God gave them over to shameful lusts, even the women exchanged natural relations for unnatural ones. Didn’t you see how God regarded this unholy act of yours in verse twenty-four, he said ‘for the degrading of their bodies with one another.”

He spoke towards Adebola’s direction now. “Thank you for almost destroying my wife’s body. I pray God forgives you in due time. I advise you see your pastor, before the devil pollute the remaining part of your dough.”

Adebola shamefully walked out of their home fingering her unpacked hair with her head still bowed.

Richard pulled the stool he sat on closer to his wife and raised her face with his arms.

“I must say again that I am highly disappointed in you, the devil wants to destroy your life and destiny, but we will not let him. Is that ok?”

Rita nodded; Richard had been praying that God should block every loop hole for the devil in their family since he noticed his wife’s incessant slim interest for sex. Instead of picking a fight with her like most men would have done or start satisfying himself with a cheap caring secretary, since it was simply the wife’s fault, he went on his knees to pray for her, and now that God had exposed the evil of the enemy, he wasn’t going to destroy his home.

“So these are your options; we will go and report you to the pastor so that he can pray for you and you must be ready to face the consequence which is likely to be a suspension from the Avalanche- which was how they referred to the Choir. Or you pack out of my house and go and marry Debola.” He gave the second option to threaten her.

Rita knew divorce was not an option, she had given her life to Christ while she was in the university, but she was not yet working in the reality of the new life, she had not dealt with this sin that now almost dealt with her in marriage because she was good at keeping it a secret.

Rita knelt down and apologized sincerely, she was ashamed of herself, she wished she had been chastised earlier, maybe she would not have gone this far, but thank God she married a strong man. She readily embraced the first option.

God didn’t create us MALE and MALE, or FEMALE and FEMALE, but MALE and FEMALE.

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Male And Female He Created Them 2

The break was over, and Mrs. Haastrup never suspected her daughter’s new habit. It was a new session in Greater Heights International College, Rita Haastrup, Feyisola Salem and Foluke Philips were in their final year, while Adebola was in her penultimate.

As the school bi-annual inter-house sports competition was going to hold that term, preparations were on ground, competitions were going to be amongst various hostels. The hostels were identified with the colour of the hostel uniform they wore.

Adebola was going to be part of the march past team for her hostel, she was chosen to act as Queen Aminat.

The day of the inter-house sports competition eventually came after the heat race was done days earlier, Adebola was dressed like a Queen, she wore the kind of apparel that was usually worn by Queen Aminat of Zaria, whom her hostel was named after. Three hostels had marched past the game officials, the school management and other invited guests, there were a number of demonstration as deemed fit by the hostels march past teams, then it was the turn of Queen Aminat hostel. The other girls marched ahead, with the smaller girls in stature arranged in front, dorn in their beautiful gowns, in the colour of their hostel, they carried bouquet of flowers of the same colour in the hands as they cat-walked, while the other girls marched on.

Adebola sat on a horse, she rode majestically behind the girls that were marching, she had a horse-tail in her hand which she swung with grace, she looked very beautiful, the costume fitted her so well although she was not from the Hausa tribe like the patriot she represented, she wore a queenly smile. It was an appealing sight. A few others appeared in like manner, wearing the outfit of the patriots their hostels were named after, one lady wore the outfit of Efunsetan Aniwura, a woman who was a rich famous slave owner in the western part of Nigeria, she held a cane in one hand and a horse-tail in another hand. Another dressed like Moremi Ajasore, the strong woman from the west too and a few others.

Rita stood under the tent allocated to her hostel, she watched with keen interest, as the march past was always the most interesting part of the event, a smile was painted on her lit face when she saw her intimate friend Adebola on the horse,  it was as if she had never seen her before, she was happy she chose her as a partner.

The inter-house sports competition at Greater Heights was always a colourful event as a lot was injected into the day. At the end of the events, Queen Aminat hostel won the march past. The girls from the hostel were so glad as they carried Adebola on their shoulders round the school field, Rita was happy at the sight.

That night Adebola and Rita celebrated with their dirty act, nobody caught them as girls usually tied a piece of material round their bunks in their hostel, what was intended for privacy as now become a source of immoral acts.

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“…to build a nation where peace and justice reign.” The girls echoed the last line of the second verse of the national salute. They were arranged on the assembly ground that morning as usual, they held their assembly three times in a week; Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. It was a Monday morning that day, the usual assembly activities were carried out and the principal announced that there disciplinary actions, this was mentioned when a student have been tried over an alleged offence and found guilty. It did not happen on every assembly day, it was seldom, and such student must have faced a disciplinary panel for a number of weeks before she was given a final judgment.

“Abiola Ademola, Helen Kingsley, Foluke Philips and Feyisola Salem. Come out from wherever you are.” The Principal called out. Everyone was shocked at the list, the offenders definitely knew their sins already and so were not surprised like the rests, they had expected to be sanctioned anytime soon. Rita was shocked where she stood at the mention of Foluke’s name, what was their offence, she wondered as the girls stepped out one after the other.

“Walk up faster.” The Principal said.

Everyone watched with keen interest as they awaited the news of their offence, they walked to the principal where she stood on the podium with some other staff of the school.

“These girls have been found in dirty and vile acts.” Mrs. Adaramola, the Principal continued; a very martinet woman.

The students ears itched for the news, they knew they must have obviously been caught in indecent acts before their names were mentioned for disciplinary actions in the first place, they were only interested in the offence as it would become the latest gist in their various hostels right after then.

Rita was more scared as each second ticked, what did Foluke do, not just Foluke but also Feyisola, they couldn’t have been caught stealing, Foluke was from a rich home and she was not a rude girl, to think she was reported by a teacher for insolence.

“These girls were caught in the act of Lesbianism.” Mrs. Adaramola dropped the bombshell. The other girls in the assembly sighed unanimously as it was their custom when an offender was caught and the offences announced, other girls on the assembly were all innocent as far as that time was concerned until they were caught.

Some say nobody is a thief until he is caught.

Rita Haastrup widened her opened mouth, she acted very innocent now. So Foluke and Feyisola had been partners all these while. No wonder she wasn’t angry that their friendship had headed for the rocks.

“Abiola Ademola and Helen Kingsley are hereby expelled from the school.”

Everyone sighed again, how would these girls faced their parents, how would they start the struggle for admission again.

Rita was sad at the punishment that was unleashed, she felt it was going to be the same for her friend since she was convicted of the same offence, because they were going to start their senior school certificate examination soon, what would happen to the years she had spent in the senior school already, since it would be difficult to gain admission into a standard school with an expulsion remark from the former school. She waited for their names to be mentioned.

“While Foluke Philips and Feyisola Salem are suspended from the school for two weeks.”

Rita heaved a sigh of relief, at least it was better than starting all over again, she would catch up when she return.

“Don’t think I am been partial here, Foluke Philips and Feyisola Salem have been given a considerate punishment because they are in their final class and should soon graduate from the college.”

“Each of you is to move down to your hostels, pack your loads and report at my office to collect the exit and a letter for your parent.” Mrs. Adaramola said to the offenders, who ran out of the assembly hall immediately.

“This would serve as a note of warning to everyone involved in such vile acts and every other form of indecency. I will not condone any wrong behavior.” She said aloud with the microphone in her hand.

“Greater Heights International College aim to be the best school in this state, and we would not get anywhere close if these are the kinds of attitude you girls would put up with. We want to produce giants and not frivolous women. How do we have female leaders in our nation, when you girls pollute yourself from your teen age?”

“Anyone caught hence forth would receive serious beatings before eventually expelled from the school.”

The assembly ended on a very cold note because of the disciplinary actions. Rita Hastrup couldn’t sympathize with her friends before she left the school premises; inside the school bus that would drop them at their various houses to be sure they arrived home and delivered the letter from the school management.

Adebola became frightened ever since the last disciplinary action, she started avoiding Rita, but sooner than later they were back in their act because the worm had eaten deep into them, and they had become addicted Rita assured Adebola that they were never going to be caught, they continued their strange romantic love, they used the language of love that was common between male and female. It was more frequent of Rita to tell Adebola ‘I love you’. She believed they were never going to receive a due penalty for their perversion, since they were not committing fornication as that seems to be the only sin that can take a youth to hell apart from lying.

Eventually Rita Haastrup graduated from the secondary school as a lesbian. She was never caught at school, she exchanged romantic gifts with her partner on her valedictory service and passing out party, they shed tears because they were going to be separated for a while. Meanwhile Foluke and Feyisola had stopped the habit since that suspension penalty; their parents had punished them severely. Foluke found out about Rita’s involvement too and warned her to desist from the habit. Rita responded arrogantly, told her it was because she was caught, and said she was way smarter than her to ever be caught. And indeed she scaled through.

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Years had rolled by, Rita still kept Adebola’s intimacy, they purposely sought admission in the same university.

They graduated in no time; Pastor (Mrs.) Haastrup started speaking to her about marriage, that she couldn’t remain unmarried all her life. Rita took the advice although her heart was still entangled to Adebola, who was also a graduate by that time.

Rita married Richard Reynolds, the Chief Executive Officer of RichRey Group of Companies. Richard was a committed believer. He loved Rita a lot because she was beautiful and polite and even loved her more because she found her a virgin, which earned her his respect and trust. He felt she was an innocent girl. He didn’t know she was almost worse than a defiled girl.

Rita lived in peace with her un-suspecting husband, although she still kept her relationship with Adebola who was still unmarried. They were already addicted to the act, since they were very smart, and nobody found out, hence they never received any form of chastisement.

Richard Reynolds didn’t have to struggle with his wife against strange men in their home, she hardly kept male company. Rita definitely knew she was growing older and wouldn’t want to start child bearing in such dirty act, but the devil had stolen her conscience, with nine years as a lesbian, she was a master at the tricks. They practiced their evil habit mostly at Adebola’s house since she was still single and lived alone in her apartment. Rita was not always sexually satisfied with her husband until she received arousal from Adebola. Richard complained a number of times about her attitude in bed, but she would always apologize. Richard quickly dismissed the issue since he was double sure she wasn’t committing adultery.

Then that fateful day, Richard had returned from work earlier than usual, he had very little paper work to attend to at the office, so he returned home after picking some gifts for Rita at the store.

He drove into the compound, parked in the parking lot and walked to the main door right away, opened the door with his own keys to ensure the surprise was indeed complete, but by the time he opened the door, the sight that welcomed him was more than a surprise.

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Male And Female He Created Them (A story)

As the bell for lunch rang, students were packing their bags and running towards the dining hall. Rita Haastrup waited for her friend who still had her bag to pack; Foluke Philips hurriedly zipped her bag and ran to the next class as usual to call her intimate friend; Feyisola. Rita dashed out of the class after Foluke, by the time she got to the corridor of their classroom, Foluke had disappeared into the thin air.

“Foluke! Foluke! ” She called out.

Foluke Philips stepped out of the next class with her arms linked through Feyisola’s.

“Where are you coming from?” Rita frowned although she knew the answer.

“I’m sorry, but I had to get Feyisola, you know I can’t leave without her.” Foluke gave her excuse.

“I see, but you should have told me before you left the classroom, you know I was waiting for you back there, moreover you know we are close to missing our lunch.” Rita said has the trio walked down to the dining hall.

“I said I am sorry, I guess you are only acting this way because you want to get a bigger fish.”Foluke chuckled. “And is that not enough reason? At least I paid for it.” Rita walked a little faster.

Feyisola spoke now, “its ok Rita, we are sorry we kept you waiting, we are here now.”

They entered the dining hall in a file.

Foluke Philips, Feyisola Salem and Rita Haastrup were in their second year in the senior secondary school at Greater Heights International College, the school which was for only-girls operated a full boarding system,  from junior secondary classes to senior classes, a big school yet an average man in the society could afford to enroll his child there. There were five major hostels in the school for students; students were fixed in any of these hostels randomly with no special consideration.

Foluke Philips was in Efunsetan Aniwura Hostel with Feyisola while Rita Haastrup was in Moremi Ajasore Hostel very close to Feyi’s Hostel. Each of the hostels was named after famous patriots in Nigeria.

“I did not really enjoy the lunch we were served today.” Rita started the discussion as they walked out of the dining hall.

“Me too, I don’t know what went wrong with the cooks today, the salt in the food was insufficient.” Foluke replied.

“It should be better in the evening; at least they’ve always served us good meals, so, let’s trust their hands and not condemn them right away.” Feyisola said.

“Rita please we have to return to class, Feyisola forgot something back there, I will check on you in your dormitory before prep time.” Foluke announced.

“Oh, ok no problem, see you later.” She replied. The distance from the hostels to classrooms was quite far.

Rita was getting tired of Foluke’s incessant excuse to keep away from her, and the intimacy between herself and Feyisola. Rita and Foluke have been friends since their first day in Greater Heights; they were very close until Feyisola transferred to the school in S.S.S. 1 when they moved to senior school. Rita and Foluke were in the same class, while Feyi was in another arm. Rita felt Foluke had withdrawn from her because of Feyi, she no longer gave her so much attention since she showed up, Foluke couldn’t say two lines without mentioning Feyi.

She decided to get another friend.

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It’s been three weeks now, Rita reduced the attention she gave Foluke.

Rita sighted the young girl coming towards their classroom, it was during prep period, it usually held between 7:30pm to 9:30pm. Adebola stood outside S.S.S. 2^A classroom and seek permission to enter, because she was in a junior class to theirs.

“I want to see Tomilayo.” Adebola said from the door.

“Come in.” The girl closest to the entrance replied.

Adebola walked to Tomilayo’s desk and dropped the note she was sent with.

Rita liked her stature; she was a typical ‘figure eight’. She swayed her hips gently as she walked out of the classroom after delivering the message.

Small notes were the means of communication since the use of cell phone are prohibited.

Rita decided to make enquiries about the pretty girl, she found out she was her immediate junior, Adebola Ademusire was her name, she was the second best student in her class, and she seemed to have a good profile to Rita.

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Adebola sat on her bed in Queen Aminat hostel; she opened the small piece of paper a junior girl had come to deliver, she read quietly.

“I have noticed you around for a while, you are very pretty, decent and neat, I like your sense of esteem. Please can we be intimate friends? I await your quick response. Rita Haastrup S.S.S. 2^B”

Adebola was surprised at the strange invitation to friendship. Anyway it wouldn’t cost her anything to be friends with a senior student, it would only help her academics since she was ahead of her, but she felt the idea of an invitation was weird. Close friendship was not a strange thing in the school, since it was a boarding school, everyone found someone to attach themselves with because they spent most of their time in school. There were seniors who took responsibility of junior students, such seniors were usually regarded as school mothers, they helped the junior ones to wash some of their clothes and monitor them while in school. But she knew Rita could not intend to be her school mother since they were not far apart in class.

Adebola sent her reply, she didn’t object.

By the time the term was running to an end, Foluke and Rita’s friendship was already headed for the rock, they hardly walked together, no one visited the other like before and they both didn’t think they had an axe to grind.

Rita was mostly in company of Adebola, their proximity reached its peak and they threw caution in to the wind, in the space of weeks they had started kissing and caressing each other, they became lesbians, doing all the evil they could with their bodies. Their locations varied from Rita’s bed to Adebola hostel, whichever location was available.

Lesbianism was becoming rampant in the school due to the spread of phonographic magazines and masturbation.

The term ended well, as they were promoted to their respective classes, by then Rita Haastrup and Adebola had succeeded in breaking every wall of morals around them.

During the break, Rita and Adebola were always communicating. They spoke to each other over the phone at intervals, there seem to be no end to their shameful act, they had exchange natural longing for men for inordinate ones.

Pastor (Mrs.) Haastrup didn’t raise an eyebrow, she was not even aware that anything was going wrong, since her daughter didn’t bring home male visitors, she felt the discipline Rita was given while she grew up as a pastor’s child was enough to uphold her in the secondary school, it was because she didn’t want her to be polluted by sexual vices with men that she enrolled her in a girls-only school. Like Mrs. Haastrup wished, her daughter was not polluted by men; rather she polluted herself with the same sex. She didn’t understand that keeping a girl child away from men was not enough to keep her pure, but imbibing in her godly principle for purity.

Rita and Adebola carried on with the act during the holiday afterall their parents were not usually at home and they felt secured in the fact that they couldn’t get pregnant from the act.
Rita was a member of the Choir unit in her Father's church, she still led praises, she didn't feel she was committing any sin as she heard from an outspoken lesbian in the United States that lesbians were born that way and being a lesbian was a genetic condition.


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Scandal! (A story)

“This is your food my husband.” Eunice said as she dropped her husband’s food before him under the tree where he took in fresh air after returning from hours of training for the battle ahead.

“I hope you are bringing my friend’s food too?” Arnon said to his wife.

“Don’t worry about me. I would be fine.” Captain Simeon said to his friend.
They were both members of the Morokian Army.

“Are you sure? After such hectic training?” Captain Arnon said.

“Ok then, please can I have some water.” Captain Simeon said.

“I will return shortly.” Eunice returned to their shed to get some water.

“You wouldn’t believe it.” Arnon started the discussion.

“What is that?”

“I heard that King Chuba is not likely to go with us to battle.” Captain Arnon said.

“You don’t mean it. That’s just a rumor.” Simeon said.

“I am very serious here. I overheard the news today when the commander was speaking with Major Ithmah.” He responded.

“Thank you our wife.” Simeon interrupted the conversation with Eunice’s presence, as he received the bowl of water from her.
He drank some of it and returned to their discussion, while Eunice walked away.
“But why would King Chuba do such a thing, when he knows his presence means more than enough in any battle we go?”

“Exactly why I am bothered! This particular war is an unusual one, and the King should understand that, and the people of Moro Kingdom are very set for it; the King shouldn’t dampen their morale with this. If you ask me the King is making a foolish choice here.” Captain Arnon said.

“Anyway the Lord will go before us; I don’t want us to be caught in the web of gossip. You know we are not only enlisted in King David’s Army but also God’s army? So let us drop this discussion.” Captain Simeon said.

“Alright then, if you say so.”

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It was in the spring of the year, this happened at a time Kings go out to battle. His Royal Highness, King David Chuba was the traditional ruler of Moro kingdom.

This was a time when traditional rulers were more reckoned with than Presidents and Head of States. Moro had only a traditional ruler as big as it was.

King David managed the Kingdom well; he earned the respect of all and sundry. The people of Moro regarded their leader highly esteemed as much as possible, because the Lord did help him to win battles most of the time. Both young and old gave reverence to their ruler. King David Chuba was a very handsome man. He was an Adonis when he was younger and old age had not really dealt with his beauty, this made him more pleasant to the eyes.

The Kingdom of Moro moved forward in his time, they had suffered in the hands of ungodly Kings in the past. As much as the people of Moro regarded their leader, King David, he also had a friend he was responsible and accountable to; his Seer, Prophet Nathaniel.

At other times King David Chuba would go to battle with his army. General Joab Tharah was the leader of his Army. He and the King were quite close not only because of the relationship between the Commandant and the Grand Commander, but because General Joab was the King’s nephew. This was typical of the Middle East where nepotism played a stronger role than meritocracy. They were usually on the war front together. Each time there was victory; they celebrated, poured wine and had dinner together, and at other times they consoled themselves.

The Kingdom of Moro was supposed to go out to battle at this particular time of the year. David Chuba had told Joab and the rest of the Army to go get prepared. The whole Army expected their Grand Commander to come along, as it was the custom.

Eventually King Chuba did not go with his army to the war front. He stayed back in his palace.  He could still have decided to join them in the battle field wherever they camped, since such battle lasted for months.

Homes didn’t have showers in those days; instead there were public bath houses. For privacy, the bath houses had high walls surrounding them; however this bath houses had no roof.

Natasha just recovered from her menstrual cycle, the blood cleaning, the changing of tampons, the stomach aches, and the touchy attitude. Colonel Uriel, her husband was not at home at this period, to give her a little consolation. He was off to war as that was his duty post. He was one of the top 30 men in King Chuba’s cabinet. That faithful evening she wanted to have her bath, she wanted to ease herself from the day’s stress as she wouldn’t expect any preying eyes to be watching. Perhaps because most men were on the battle field at that time or because this was not the first time a lady would be bathing in the public bath house.

King Chuba didn’t have so much to do at home; his Major General, Lieutenants, Captains, and Colonels have been on the battle field for months. He only sent few other servants on errands.

King Chuba’s palace was near the women’s bath house; his palace was quite high, higher than the bath house close by. He knew before hand that he could see whatever was happening in the bath house if he stood on the roof of his house. He strolled on the roof of his palace that particular evening, then he sighted what he knew was most likely to be happening A woman bathing, not just any woman, a beautiful one at that, which naked woman was not beautiful to a man.

It was Natasha, King Chuba fed his eyes some more, her curves were still intact although she has been married for years now. He assessed her nakedness some more. He was moved by what he saw, although he had seen several naked women in his life. He still wanted to explore this strange woman. And since he had the power, whether veto or otherwise, he went further.

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“I thought the King was supposed to be in the battle field, how could he possibly request for my presence?” Natasha said to the King’s servant that had come to fetch her.

“The King is in the palace, and he requests your presence right away.” The King’s servant replied holding the staff which represented the King’s presence in his right hand.

“Anyway I will follow you at once.” Natasha said as she hurried for her veil. King Chuba had made enough enquiries about the strange woman, he found out she was the wife of one of the men in his cabinet, Colonel Uriel.

“You requested my presence, my Lord.” Natasha bowed before the King.

“Yes, come with me to my inner Chambers.” King Chuba said.

Natasha knew it was quite strange entering the King’s inner chambers, but the King’s command was final.

She sat in there with him, she felt this had to be a serious discussion, and at last it was a conclave, they had an intimate conversation, King Chuba had a sexual intercourse with her. She returned to her house that night, she was sad she had dishonoured her husband who was serving the country, but a woman’s voice wasn’t given so much reckoning those times. King Chuba seemed to have forgotten about it.

It’s been months, the people of Moro were still on the war front.

Natasha was getting ready to go to the market to buy herself some things she needed. It was in the morning, she started feeling nauseated again, before the twinkling of an eye, she was already vomiting, the morning sickness had become incessant for the past few days, eventually it was confirmed she was pregnant. The paternity of the child was King Chuba, and not her husband who has been on the war front for months.

Although she enjoyed the feeling of having to give birth to the prince, but the shame of adultery overshadowed this feeling. Her husband was going to be regarded as a cuckold, when anybody hears about it.

“How can she tell me she is pregnant, it was just once we had sex.” King Chuba thought to himself, when he received the news of Natasha’s pregnancy. “This is a thing of shame.” He thought.

Abortion was not a first option in those days unlike our generation, when it was the first to come to mind. King Chuba wasn’t going to dawdle concerning the situation. Something had to be done; he had to clean up his mess before he got to the ears of another. He weighed all other options available, he decided to go for the best option; the one he felt will not leave any traces of crime. The scandal was an emergency.

He sent a message to his nephew, General Joab demanding that Colonel Uriel returned home right away, on the pretext of debriefing him for military intelligence.

“Your Highness, you sent for me.” Colonel Uriel said as he bowed before the King on his arrival from the war front.

“Yes, please have your seat.”

Uriel found a comfortable place to sit in the King’s court.

“So how are my people doing on the war front?” King Chuba asked.

“Everyone is fine my Lord.”

“Hope the war is going in our favor?”

“Perfectly, we bless the Almighty God.” He replied.

“Alright then, go to your house this night and ease yourself of the stress of battle and tomorrow I will send you with the message I have for my people.” King Chuba said.

Colonel Uriel departed from the King’s presence. King Chuba had his strategy planned out, if Uriel spent a night with his wife, everyone would assume the baby was his, and David's crisis would be over. The whole issue would die quietly. But Uriel never went home. The soldiers who served under him were sleeping in tents or under the stars, living the Spartan lives of men at war, and Uriel thought it would be hypocritical of him to enjoy a pleasant evening with his wife while his men were in the fields. So he slept in the palace, in the servants' quarters. King Chuba who wanted to confirm if his mission was accomplished sent a gift of food to Uriel’s house, but he was found at the King’s door.

When the King heard of Uriel’s action, he was disturbed and hence summoned for his presence right away.

“My warrior you just returned from a journey, why didn’t you go up to your house to have some rest with your wife?”

He responded with a noble answer.

“I am sorry my Lord, I felt it was inappropriate.”

When King Chuba realized his first strategy was likely to fail, Uriel simply could not be corrupted, he went ahead to adjust the strategy. He demanded that Colonel Uriel tarry till the next day. He had him drunk the next evening because he thought this would affect his consciousness. But even in his inebriated condition, Uriel retained his sense of integrity. When Chuba sent him home to his wife, he again refused to do what the men under him were unable to do, and Uriah again slept in the servants' quarters.

King Chuba became frightened and at the same time angry, what was he going to do, now that his intended plan didn’t work out as expected. Something had to be done.

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“Thank you for coming down, please give this letter to the commandant when you get to the war front.”

“Thank you for the feast your Highness.”

The other members of the army were glad to see him return, someone even tried to collect the letter from him as he approached the commandant, but he insisted that it was from the King to the commandant.

David decided that to prevent a scandal that might ruin him, he had to eliminate Uriel and marry Natasha. He wrote a message to general Joab telling him to place Uriel in a dangerous battle position and arrange for him to be killed by the enemy. He sealed the letter and placed it in Uriel's hand, knowing that he could be trusted to deliver it unmolested. He delivered the letter at once. As General Joab read the letter he looked up at Uriel’s face alternately, he knew something was fishy; he wasn’t going to ask him. General Joab knew this was another opportunity to have one of the King’s secrets in his hand, which he could always use against him.

Then it happened just like the King had demanded, Uriel was shot along some other warriors. A message was sent to the King of the latest development. King Chuba was angry when the news reached him, but his anger subsided when he had his target was shot in the battle, he calmed down and sent Joab a message of congratulations in spite of the disaster.

When Uriel's funeral was over and a proper time elapsed, David asked Nathasha to marry him, and she did. So when the baby was born, everyone assumed he was David's legitimate offspring — or so David thought.

King Chuba was a King who feared the Lord, but in the space of weeks it seemed his regard for God had suddenly jumped out of the window, from the day he saw Natasha’s nakedness. He carried out every step of this scandal like he served a blind and dumb God.

What he did displeased the Lord.

The Lord had to send someone to expose Chuba’s sin. God knew it will require a wise man to deliver such a message.

The Lord sent his friend and seer to him; Prophet Nathaniel. He approached him with all wisdom; to win Chuba’s sympathy and make his point, Nathaniel approached him with a story, which he presented as true. In our day, if someone wants to get justice, they hire a lawyer and file court papers according to the lawyer's advice. In those days, a citizen would appeal to the king for justice. If you didn't know the king, you might get someone who did to talk to the king for you. So as Chuba heard this story, he assumed this was a legal action being brought by a citizen in his kingdom.

Here is the Prophet’s story: There was a certain poor man who had very little, but his prize possession was a half acre plot of land, it was an inheritance he managed to get from his lineage, he cherished a lot, he wouldn’t let it become bushy before he called his nuclear family together to go and weed it, that was practically the only asset he had.

There was a rich man in town, which had large masses of land at different locations in the town. One day he wanted to be generous to the town and decided to build a public toilet for the community, but instead of the rich man using one acre plot of his mass of land, he took the poor man’s half acre plot of land. As King Chuba listened to the Prophet’s story, he was furious. How could anyone commit so callous an act? Chuba told the Prophet the man who did this deserved to die! But David didn’t order the death sentence.

At that Prophet Nathaniel announced, “You are the man.”

He recounted Chuba's sins of adultery and murder, a rich king with many wives preying on a common citizen; and he pronounced God's punishment: David's family would be full of violence, and one of David's sons would one day lie with David's wives in full public view.

It is at this critical and abysmal moment in the King's life where his integrity shines. David certainly had opportunity to deny the murder; after all, Uriel had died honorably in battle. And he could have blamed his deeds on someone or something else. But he didn't.

Instead, King David Chuba simply said, “I have sinned against the LORD.” He didn't excuse or justify his actions. He didn't pass the blame. In grief, he simply admitted the truth.

The moment he did, the Prophet Nathaniel gave the LORD's response: “The LORD has forgiven your sin.” The moment David Chuba confessed, God forgave.

Even so, the sin had its consequences. The baby died, to David Chuba's deep regret. King David's home was full of violence from then on.

NB: This is a story culled from the biblical story of King David and Bathsheba; I got a few lines from bible Commentators.