Continued from Saturday, June 1, 2024.
When the Chief saw Matanmi, he wanted to have her there and then. He admired her from head to toe and called her instantly into his expansive living-room to have a romantic chat with the pretty young lady.
Pronto, Matanmi was there and the Chief began his lecherous moves to woo the delectable housemaid. She was in her late teens. The Chief’s tongue was so sugar-coated that no woman could resist his moves. He knew the art of seduction like the way the Lion had mastered the act of pouncing on its prey and devouring them with ease and relish. Pray not to fall for his antics as there was no way out for any beautiful lady who happened to be a victim.
“Hey, Matanmi from today onward, you cease to be a housemaid. Your beauty is out-of-this world. You’re a queen and the goddess of beauty!” The Chief said enthusiastically, “Take, this is N2 million. It’s all yours. You cease to be a housemaid from today, but on one condition. And that is, I’ll make love to you.”
“Hello sir, that’s just no problem so far you’ll make me rich. I’ll give you my body and soul.” Matanmi replied in a most alluring way, shaking her bust and backsides in the process.
The ethereal beauty and charm of Matanmi had captured and imprisoned the wayward Chief. He stood up when he couldn’t control his libido again and said in a most sexy and lascivious style, “Please, let’s go inside my bedroom immediately. Oh lala, my Gosh! I can’t resist your celestial beauty and charm again…let’s make love right away…” he cooed gently.
That eventful day, Chief Suntola made passionate love with Matanmi in his cosy and magnificent bed-room. The eagle-eyed Chief was very happy after the two hours of frenzied love-making session with the sexy housemaid. He thought she would go the same way like hundreds of women he had slept with. He handed her the N2 million cash instantly. The Chief didn’t know he had bitten more than he could chew and swallow. The fact was that Matanmi was a very powerful queen of the extraterrestrial world whose main duty was to kill any man who slept with her through her metaphysical powers. Exactly a week later the Chief became paralysed after being hit by a devastating stroke. However, two weeks after the incident Matanmi disappeared from the mansion of the Chief never to be seen within that area again.
Chief Suntola started running from pillar to post trying to solve the riddle behind the strange illness that hit him. Within one year he had spent multimillions of Naira to treat himself medically both within and outside the country. Even soothsayers and medicine men took advantage of his health problem to milk him dry. Thinking he would die, as a last resort, Chief Suntola ran quickly to Jagabu the great medicine man who did the money-making ritual for him many years back. Jagabu’s shrine was located on the outskirts of Lagos. It had been long since they saw each other. He prostrated on the ground and begged the powerful spiritualist for a final solution to his health problem.
“All hail Jagabu, the master of magic and fetish concoctions, I desperately need your help!” he pleaded.
“What is it Chief, tell me quickly?!” Jagabu replied and added, “The gods are not asleep, they can hear you. Speak. The trees understand the language of the birds, likewise the ocean and rivers understand the language of the fishes! Speak.”
To be concluded .
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