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Sister Dami had fondness of always walking home with Brother Bayo after church service. She had found more than one occasion to approach Brother Bayo to tell him the truth. Twice, in fact, she had voiced her concern, and twice she had failed to convince Brother Bayo.
As active members of the church, they saw each other several times a week: at bible study, prayer meetings, and almost every program that had the word ‘fellowship’ somewhere in the title.
Once, she had told him that there was a fine for wearing a tie that went too far past the belt line. Brother Bayo had pounced on the word ‘fine’ and completely changed the topic. He turned the discussion to how politicians should be fined for sending their children to school abroad, while the educational sector remained in a deplorable condition. Sister Dami who neither cared for politics, nor for the functional illiterates who ran the show, had promptly found an excuse to flee.
But she did not give up.
On another occasion, after Tuesday bible study, she had walked up to him and asked him if he ever used a ruler to measure his neck tie after tying it. Brother bayo, the clueless guy, had laughed, before launching into a story about how his primary school teacher used a ruler to measure yam tubers before buying them in the market.
“Six inches! Can you believe it? Anything less than six inches, he would say was a cocoyam!” Brother Bayo recalled, tears rolling down his cheeks from laughing so hard.
Maybe it was the tears that blinded him or perhaps he was just not sharp, for if he had paid attention to the malevolent look on Sister Dami’s face, he would not have continued laughing. She had failed again, and her anxiety was mounting. This guy had to know the truth by force. But how was she going to pull it off?
One day, He will finally get the message.
Sister Dami’s “one day” came soon enough. It was three days before Christmas, and the youths were decorating the church specially for the Christmas carol service the following Tuesday. Sister Dami was charged with inflating several balloons, tying them up with string in fours, and placing them on designated walls in the church’s main auditorium. She was deeply engrossed in her work, and had already succeeded in tying up one set of balloons. Giving in to the urge to stretch a bit, she raised her head and turned to the left, just in time to see a familiar face approaching her. The extra-long silk green tie, which the wearer obviously considered festive, judging from the Christmas carol he hummed as he strutted, was a dead giveaway: it was Brother Bayo.
The devil left the beer parlor, which was on the same street as the church, entered the auditorium and sat on Sister Dami’s left shoulder. The words he whispered into her ears were the ones her heart was ready to accept: “Do it quickly.”
She nodded her head in agreement and jumped to her feet. Looking both sides, like a person about to cross a busy street, she confirmed that there was no one else in the section of the auditorium apart from her and Brother Bayo.
Brother Bayo, although he was walking towards her was not actually coming to speak to her. He was on his way to the men’s restroom, Once she was on her feet, she closed the gap between them with a few strides, and flashing her warmest smile, she said:
“Compliments of the season, Brother Bayo. What a lovely tie you have here! Where did you get it?”
She, of course, was not looking for a response from Mr. Struts-a-lot, but he thought she was. He was opening his mouth to return her greeting when, without any warning, she pulled out a pair of scissors she had kept hidden behind her.
One snip was all it took to reduce Brother Bayo’ green tie to a green stump. Pleased with the new length, Sister Dupe who could not stop grinning remarked:
“There! Perfect length.”
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