The Godmother

Episode 6

In the semi-dark room, he could clearly see her outline.

She was no doubt beautiful, like a goddess. She must be a goddess, he thought. To compound his situation, her b—–s were very firm; very firm and enticing. He felt like grabbing them and running his mouth on the n—–s.

It was such a big effort for him to restrain himself.

He tried to talk about some of the challenges he faced while studying in the university, hoping that would distract him from thinking about her b—–s.
She talked about her childhood too. As a five year old girl, she had come to realize that she had special power.

She was not enticed to boys, as a teenager, unlike her peers.

‘With it surprise you to learn that I’m a virgin?’ she said.
He was completely surprised. ‘You don’t mean it!’
‘I do. I am and I love it that way.’
He could not say anything.
‘Now, I hope you know that it’s not only me you must not
have sex with. For the next three days, you must not do it
with anybody.’
He sighed. ‘Okay.’
‘One more thing, there must be no masturbation; no
discharge of semen.’
He felt like swooning. ‘Okay,’ he muttered. He turned his
back to her. It was better he stopped seeing her enticing
figure. He must pass the test.

He was able to survive the first night of the test, but he
would never forget the experience. It was the longest
erection he ever had and by the
morning, he felt some pain on his manhood. You have to
endure this for two more nights, he told himself.
By sheer determination, Tope was able to remain
steadfast in passing the test. In the morning after the
third night, he was pleased with himself.
He woke up six a.m and woke her up.
‘I’ve passed the test,’ he told her.
‘Yeah, congratulations.’ She stood up and started wearing
her t-shirt.
‘Can’t we do it now?’ he asked.
‘Do what?’
‘Can’t we make love?’
She shook her head. ‘Not when you have two more tests to
go.’

By sheer determination, Tope was able to remain
steadfast in passing the test. In the morning after the
third night, he was pleased with himself. He woke up six
a.m and woke her up.
‘I’ve passed the test,’ he told her.
‘Yeah, congratulations.’ She stood up and started wearing
her t-shirt.
‘Can’t we do it now?’ he asked.
‘Do what?’
‘Can’t we make love?’
She shook her head. ‘Not when you have two more tests to
go.’
‘Hmn.’ He remembered she had said something like that.
There was no need to hurry her. He would wait. ‘So,
what’s the second test?’
She grinned and wore a bum short under the top. ‘Be
patient,’ she said. ‘I’ll soon tell you.’
She went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. ‘I’m on
afternoon duty today, so I’ll be staying around till noon.’
‘No problem,’ he replied. ‘You can keep the spare key.’
She sat on the bed and stared at him. He stared back
anxiously.
‘Now, the second test.’
‘Yes, tell me.’
She nodded. ‘You’ll buy seven white handkerchiefs. From
today, you’ll sleep with seven different prostitutes. You’ll
use each of the
handkerchief a day to wipe your manhood after the
intercourse, each handkerchief for the act. You must not
sleep with a particular one
twice. On the seventh day, you’ll bring the seven
handkerchiefs to me.’

Tope opened his mouth. ‘Prostitutes? Did I hear you say
prostitutes?’
‘That’s right.’
‘What did you take me for?’ he demanded. ‘I’m a
decent guy, for heavens’ sake!’
‘Well, decent or not, that’s the second test.’
He stared at her. She had said it so calmly, as if she was
asking him to do a simple task like plucking seven
mangoes. He thought over
what she had said and shook his head. ‘Give me another
test. If you want me to sleep with you for another seven
days without sex, all well
and good. I don’t want this second test you have given me.’

She looked at him coolly. ‘Then, let’s call the whole thing
off. It’s either you do that, or you forget every other
thing.’

He sighed. His mind was busy. It would be an irony that he
as a journalist who had written against commercial sex
business would be the
one to patronize sex workers every day for the next seven
days. He sighed again. This lady could give him power and
wealth as she had
promised. Why back out now?
‘Alright,’ he said. ‘I’ll do it.’
‘You’re not to use any condom,’ she added. ‘And make
sure your semen does not touch the handkerchief.’
He nodded again.
‘Good. That’s how to be a man.’