The Holy Prostitute

breast and closed his eyes. Doub

an, in full glare of more th

ad is in this church forever Hallelujah!” the t

ga town in the Copperbelt province of Zambia. The little town had a tarmac road that cut across the shopping area. Behind each line of the shops was a residen

sible tongues, Pastor Chansa became very popular among Christi

y part of her body God chose. Faithfully, she let the pastor touch her anyhow ‘with the direction of the holy spirit’. And every

ried or single would not just leave the church without shaking her hand with suppres

led meticulously arranged teeth and arousing dimples. Her long deep- black hair covered her ears and rested on her back. She was attractively brown in complexion too. Her voice had the swee

in a sexually tempting manner, with every step she took. To her it was just an innocent attire, yet every man she met had to hurt hi

he was fed up with were incessant love proposals from courageous up-to-the-challenge men, most of who were, according to her

d not think of anything sinister about that. To her, he had been inspired by the Holy Spirit to prophesy somethi

nd. That one has to be got rid of because every man who makes advances at you will die. Moreover, the spiritual hus

ther held his mouth, chin or back of the head in fear and sympathy for

ng to follow what her prophet was saying. The girl knew that she had no option but to g

eeling for something. Suddenly the man rested his right arm around her shoulders;

a flat wooden surface at the top on which some blue Bible lay on a white piece of cloth

ual husband, she just felt a hand touch her shoulder. When s

f God exorcise you of the spirit, whatever it is. You w

all over even if he is inspired by the Holy Spirit. He looked more amorous th

he capacity to force a proud minister’s car to stop just to admire the rare beauty and take her wherever she would choose to go. Frankly, Thelma had taken

mally big head. When she grew up, people teased her behind her back as Miss Pumpkin. She was Thelma’s dearest friend who would be by her side whenever there was something that challenged the beautiful gir

Thelma to stay strong. When they left, she sat alone in the chu

ring a blue pair of trousers with holes on the knees and thighs, and a faded black

his hand for a hand shake. Then the boy smiled, glanced at his lap

oom,” Simeon said while movin

. The boy took long strides, so Thelma had to step quicker to catch up with him as they turned arou

world of confusion. What would that meeting with the pastor result in? Would he clear her of the spiritual husband? And what

ped before making a come-in gesture Then Simeon st

or’s clothes were on hang wires supported by nails on the stained unpainted wall. The floor was smoothly polished

eal. Some women cooked for him if he had to stay longer on some Sundays before travelling home. Thir

chills ran down Thelma’s spine when she noticed the black hair on the man’s chest and belly. The man gave her way be

God. You have come

fear hear. I will pray for th

diat

lease,” the man

ed down her forehead before she landed her behind on the soft bed wit

squatted in front of Thelm

y now. Close your ey

louder while moving his hands romantically up and down the girl’s thi

y the waist before bursting into tongues which no one, let alone the pastor, understood. The more he prayed, th

ada.Ashalalalabada Ashalalalabada badabadabada,” shouted th

ly the right hand penetrated her blouse, grabbed the left b

ts. I command him to leave this girl alone and never touch her again. You are

ack of her neck and ears. Suddenly it returned to

nd this belly will conceive. Your first child will be a bouncing baby boy. God is great,” th

eezed it against his groin, as the girl’s hands lay strai

ith in the living God. The Lord has told me that he is already intervening