By Ejiro Joyce Otive-Igbuzor
Event: Book Reading, Preview and Discussions – We relax, refresh and re-energise with life hacks for singles and married.
Book title: Tacking the Rainbow
Author: Ejiro Joyce Otive-Igbuzor
It’s the true-life stories of trafficked women, women into romantic fiction with ecclesiastical flair.
Date: Thursday 20th July, 2023
Time: 6:00pm prompt (GMT+1)
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Sneak Peek at today’s episode:
Ever seen a queen with her boobs dangling in public?
It was the third day of their fast. Kevwe decided to skip breakfast and join in the prayers amidst protests by Don. Zipporah also decided to fast but could not lead the praise-worship during their joint devotion. She said that she did not sleep well the previous night; she was feeling crabby. Kevwe led the singing and Pastor Jasper preached and led the prayers. All through the prayer session, Zipporah was crying. This was the first time that Kevwe was seeing her express any emotion during prayers. ‘Is that a good sign?’
Don and Kevwe got to their room. Don asked, “Hey babe, did you notice Zipporah’s moods this morning?”
“It was glaring.”
“What do you think is wrong with her?”
“I don’t know, may be the discussions about coming clean got to her.”
“I think so and it just really occurred to me that her fashion sense and greed are all ways of dealing with hurt.”
“What has hurt got to do with dress sense and greed?”
“A lot, my queen. You know when I look at you and how you choose to appear in public, I can tell that you are someone in search of inner peace and joy. The softness of your make up, your choice of colours, your dress sense, they speak volumes. You strike me as that sweet girl who loves and influences her world from her cozy corner. Your style is simple, comfy, elegant, classy and that’s what makes you Queen. Have you ever seen a queen with her boobs dangling in public and her panties on display? Did you not read in the news some time ago about a certain lady who married into the Royal Family in England and was told that her skirts were too short? The ladies that work with us as escorts in Milan have to dress in a certain way to make obvious what they do. If you were hunting for a sex worker in Milan or elsewhere in the world, would you look at a fully clothed woman in suit or iro and buba?”
“Not really but I still think that there are some girls out there who just follow a trend mindlessly and may not have that soulish affinity that you are describing. Some people wear heavy make up to cover up flaws, maybe a dark spot that needs to be disguised. Some are just expressing their love of colours, don’t you think so?”
“Love of colours…that’s an inner feeling and may come through in make-up. The desire to be perceived as trendy or compliant with convention or enhance a certain feature, or even show creativity, they are all inner feelings. I’m just saying that how you choose to appear tells the world a certain truth about you, like it or not.”
“Pray, Mr Fashion Analyst, what does tattered jeans express?”
“Jagajaga, carefree, careless, who cares,” he shrugged.
“Here we go! Ladies and gentlemen, I present the New Dawn Show anchored by the handsome dude from Milan, Italo. Give it up for my husband, Don, the Capone…” She was already choking with laughter before she landed.
He picked a throw pillow and flung it playfully at her. She caught it and threw it back at him. It landed on his face and he sank into the chair.
“My eye, Oh God, my eye. This girl has blinded me o.” He covered his face with his two palms. Kevwe panicked and ran to his side.
‘Oh my God, what have I done? Did it enter your eye? She pulled at his palm. His two eyes were closed.
“ooouuuch, ooouch, oooh,” he groaned.
“Oh God, I’m dead.”
“Kiss the eyes, kiss the eyes oooo, chai.”
“Wait, what?”
“Kiss the eye naa. Chai.”
“Ok…oya naa.” She cupped his face and started kissing his eyes. As the kissing continued. the groaning reduced. Finally, he tilted his head up and kissed her fully on the mouth, then roared in laughter.
“What? That was a prank?”
“This fine man from Milan just needed a kiss from his queen, jare. I can’t wait for this fast to be over.”
“That’s not even funny. Gerrout, jo.”
“I sha got my kiss.”
She hissed.
“So, as we were saying, applying all that theory to Zipporah, what do you think?”
“There is obviously a hollow void in her life that she is trying to fill. Speaking from experience, I had that void which I thought money could fill so I tried to make money by hook or crook but the void only widened. The more money I made, the more I craved and the more unhappy I became…until you came into my life and I knew pure joy.”
“You are getting it all wrong, Don and that’s why I’ve been so scared whenever you said you loved me. Making imperfect me the DNA of your love is not sustainable. I’m human, I can fail. What if I die?”
“Jesus, Kevwe, shut up. Ogbeta,” meaning ‘careless talk’ in Urhobo language.
“Oh come on, don’t be superstitious, no one is dying by His grace but remember how I made Derrick the abstract object of my love and see where that left me. I need you to love the Lord with all your heart, soul, mind. Only then can you truly love Kevwe unconditionally so that on days that I fail, 1 Cor 13: 4-7 can play out. You know how that passage says Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs, does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth, always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. That is a tall order. That is how husbands are enjoined to love their wives, just as Jesus loved the Church unconditionally. That is agape, the God kind of love.”
“Deep. Where is sexual attraction in all of these?”