Chapter 59

“I’m asking because your suit is the same color and …God, it looks great on you?” 

I looked at her black camisole, which showed no part of her cleavage, and was glad at the ‘improvement.’

“Normal routine, big brother, work, shop, cook…and sometimes exercise.”

“What about …praying?”

“Praying? Well, that’s once in a while.”

She was fondling my right cheek, which was covered with whiskers. I remembered a female initiate doing the same thing ten minutes before her utmost mariners’ arrival during the most recent meeting inside the silvery orb.

“You have to, even though you don’t like it or want to…you have to pray like you’ve never prayed before.” 

I paused for her to greet a female colleague, who carried a large bundle of five hundred and one thousand Naira bills to be counted and deposited for a customer.

“If you love me, Bam-Bam, please endeavor to pray for me; I beg of you.” 

I slipped a copy of Dr. D. K. Olukoya’s 

Prayer R