Tendrils of tulle flailed around as the slender figure floated down the streets; dainty feet barely touching the ground. Thick afro hair glistened from the richness of coconut oil splashed into it and the tune she hummed danced in the soft breeze, echoing through the deserted walkways.
It had been a successful venture with the young man she just left. John Adams, he’s called and currently, his name is splashed all over the news. You may have seen him if you’ve been paying attention.
I’m sure you’re wondering who I am. My name is Tamaa, or as a lot of people like to call me, the spirit of lust. They refer to me with so much disgust and negativity, and refer to me as a “sinful and earthly thing” and honestly, I wonder why?
Haha.
I like to think about myself as the driving force behind people attaining the highest form of happiness, and so by all means, forget about all the negative references you have heard about me. I wish people would stop being so negative!
Sigh
Anyway, as I said, my latest venture was Adams. Or as the girls liked to coo into his ears, “Dam-dam”
What a loser!
Adams entered the university as a promising young lad. (The best of them are. Always)
His love for politics soon drew him to join one of the student unions of state political parties on his campus where he rose through the ranks quickly.
Needless to say, he ran for the highest office on campus for his year group; the Student Representative Council presidency, and won massively against his opponents.
I had always been a permanent fixture in Adams’s life, buried deep in his soul somewhere; lurking and biding my time.
My major problem with Adams had been that campus ministry he joined and all those prayers he indulged in. Hmph!
At that ministry, where I was unfortunate enough to be at as well no thanks to my host, all manner of teachings were thrown against me.
So engulfed was he with all the instructions about celibacy and prayers that, whenever I tried to turn his head to look at the young ladies with supple behinds and ample chests, he would resist and overpower me without effort.
He grounded me to my last nerve, but if it is one attribute I possess that makes me stand out among my peers, it is my perseverance… I never give up! I stay, I plot and I act, as many times as required.
I finally found an opening; o, sweet victory!
After school, the state political party had been eager to snatch him up and groom him in their ways.
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Excel, he did. He was placed in high ranks where he had unlimited access to wealth, influence and naturally, women. Adams was suddenly amid powerful figures in places where he wouldn’t have thought of even in his wildest dreams.
With the great positions and great wealth, Adams gradually lost his moral strength. Prayers were reduced to a bare minimum. Beautiful damsels came in all shapes and sizes and boy, was I ready to play!
I seized the day and made sure to make up for the lost time.
It was like Adams had forgotten all they taught him in that ministry; “If your minds are ruled by your desires, you will die. But if your minds are ruled by the Spirit, you will have life and peace.” And many others. Even I remembered those, tsk!
But I am not complaining, oh no.
Any woman that passed before Adams or as much as looked in his direction, I made sure to stir in his groins and his head.
I know people sometimes like to doubt my abilities but trust me, I worked hard on Adams. Good, old Bible-clutching, tongues-praying and stiff-necked Adams fell under my spell as easily as flies fall with a swift swat.
In the space of about a year, I had raged so badly through him like a wildfire that we had no less than 100 women to boast of.
We were on a roll!
Adams got married, naturally. I think the married ones are my favourite of them all, and so this new arrangement worked so well for me. I spurred him on to do more, all the sneaking around added to the thrill of it all. It is always easier to get my cousins to join in with the married ones. From sneaking around the first few years of marriage to blatantly flaunting his escapades, Adams did it all.
His reputation to butter the biscuits in exchange for favours and good deeds preceded him and it delighted me so much.
But all good things must come to an end, alas!
And the end came in the form of Alicia, my perfect conduit. Sweet Alicia with her caramel skin and petite body. Alicia with hair so good, even I was jealous.
Alicia had tricks up her sleeve. Borne out of a grudge, I believe. Something to do with Adams attempting to rape her best friend, or was it her sister? There had been so many of them, I honestly cannot even recall which one this could be!
Several clandestine meetings, and several unflattering videos and photos later, Adams currently stands disgraced and stripped of everything he’s amassed in his not-too-young life. His political dreams hanged in limbo and if you ask me, I’ll say it’s unlikely he’ll live down the shame.
Oh well, I have taken flight in search of my new home.
I have heard about the Reverend Agyei downtown at the Potent Jesus Revival Church International.
I have seen how he gestures to his church members with so much authority. I have seen how his eyes light up when the members bow before him and kiss his feet, and I have seen how he craves to be the centre of attraction in his church.
My favourite, however, is the girls that run around him and how he makes no effort to discourage them or draw boundaries. The Bible he clutches so dearly is a mere accessory to him.
That’s where I’m headed. I am excited about this new adventure.
I’d ground myself if I were you because, after the Reverend, you bet I will be in search of a new host!
The world truly is my oyster.
