Yellow Tales of a Nigerian Housemaid (completed)

Chapter Forty Five

We boarded a bus just as we stepped out on the express, and before we sped off, I glanced once more at the compound where even though I hated, still feels safer. I couldn't actually make out the name Brother Magnus called out to the driver; maybe because I was so worried of my safety, or because I felt it wasn't of need since Mama knew where we were going.

The white inter-city bus had few other passengers already on board with the seven of us filling it up. It was an eighteen seater bus and I was sitting two seats behind the driver. On the same seat sat two female prayer warriors, one sitting by the window on my left, with the other sitting by my right. The one on my left was fair and pretty with her hair made in the ponytail style. She had a gold stud earrings and wore a blue printed flay gown which rested on her knees as she sat. The style was modern and beautiful, it wasn't like those out of fashion styles and I'd admired it from the moment she slipped into it back in the village. The other one was very dark complexioned,but in a very good way. She was nearly dressed too which actually contradicted my usual perception of prayer warriors. Bro Magnus and another passenger shared the front seat, the other passenger was sitting between him and the driver. 

While we sped on, I kept looking past the young fair prayer warrior, out the window, reading every single sign post that flashed past me. My heart bounced like a ball hitting a wall, forcing me to rub my palms against each other to ease my fear.

It didn't work.

"Are you okay?" The fair lady asked.

Maybe she'd noticed how uneasy I'd been, or how sweaty I was despite the enormous fiery air shuffling on my face.

I nodded, glancing up at her. She smiled and nodded too.

The bus kept moving.

I was still uncomfortable. I adjusted severally on my seat, occasionally glancing at her for I knew I was causing her discomfort. She'll catch each glance and reply with a mild smile.

"It's okay, I don't bite" She said with a smile. I smiled too.

"What's your name?" She asked a bit inaudibly.

"Nneogo" I kind of murmured. I was surprised she caught my name, that one time.

"That's a good and unique one,. I'm certain I haven't heard that before" She remarked making me smile, and I felt my nerves relaxing a bit.

"I'm Ogochukwu, but friends call me Ogo." She continued, still all smiles. "In a way, we can be called namesakes" She added laughing. I coughed a laughter too.

Silence.

"Are you under training?" She asked, this time with a very low voice. I turned to her, confused.

I shook my head almost immediately, my brows furrowing in confusion. "I don't know what training is, but that wasn't the word brother Magnus used" I chipped in quickly.

She glanced at him, actually at his back since he was sitting two seats away from us. Brother Magnus' left hand was wrapped around the head rest which his fellow occupant rested on. He was chatting with the young man, and laughing heartily.

She glanced back at me. "What did he say then?" She asked.

"Deliverance" I murmured as though the word was heavy to pronounce.

She winced, her eyes glittering in silent laughter as she stared more at me. "Oh! It's alright, it's going to be okay" She smiled, rubbing my palms. "But he didn't mention it to us, well he doesn't mention much to us" She was still smiling, gradually coercing me to smile too.

I nodded.

"Not to worry, there's a large place available for people undergoing deliverance like yours you know. For him to have invited you to the ministry means you really need it. He doesn't invite all, just people in dire need" She continued and I smiled the more, sadly.