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5THE HOLY GRAIL MINISTRIES
THE BISHOP’S OFFICE
Bishop: you did great today, I’m so proud of you.
Lesego: and how would you know that?
Bishop: I could hear laughter and cheers after I left that room all the way from here. I think they are really fond of you, which makes me very proud of you.
Lesego: I am honoured.
Bishop: see, change doesn’t always have to be bad thing.
Lesego: I see, and I promise not to let you down.
Bishop: good girl. Now take these with you. Use the oil everyday before you sleep, the salt if for when you bath. These will protect you from your enemies. You don’t even have to pray if you use these.
Lesego: I am really honoured; you do a lot for me. Words can never be enough to repay the kindness you show me.
Bishop: then show me in other ways… come here.
Lesego stands up on command and approaches the bishop’s desk. He orders her to kneel in front of him as he adjusts his chair. He undoes his belt and unzips his pants and forces her between his legs.
THE MALEKA HOUSEHOLD
Boipelo opens the door to find her daughter staring at the mirror as if she’s lost her sense. There’s an empty bottle of wine on the floor, a lot of broken things and a mess bed. she’s surprised to see the bottle but ignored it as it’s not the bigger issue at the moment. She sighs at the sight and calls Reitu to help her clean the room.
Boipelo: I always depended on you and thought you weren’t one to let life get to you like this. Right now, I feel like I don’t even know you. Itumeleng, what happened to you?
Reitu: sis, did something happen at church? What did they do to you?
Boipelo: what did I say about your beef with the church? Can’t you just keep the church out of your mouth. Not everything your sister goes through is because of the church!! Leave my sight you’re starting to annoy me! Leave!
Reitu: Ma?!
Boipelo: leave little girl, now!
Reitumetse leaves the room feeling a little annoyed that her mother doesn’t take her seriously but grateful she doesn’t have to help clean the mess anymore. Her heart is painful at the sad sight of her sister but what more can they do when she doesn’t want to talk. Who knows what she has been doing in that room.
Boipelo: what is all this mess? I left work early to come and try to talk to you but you’re just staring at that damn mirror like there’s something in it!!! What do I have to do to get through to you?! Do you want me to beat the truth out of you?! Itumeleng I am talking to you?!!
Itu: I need some fresh air.
Boipelo: Itumeleng? Itu?!
She ignores her and goes her way. Boipelo runs out of the room and catches her by the front door. She tries to hold her hand, but Itu fights back and yanks her arm from her mother’s grip. Boipelo falls back down inside the house balancing on her arm causing a strain on the arm. She screams out in pain holding her arm up as pain takes over the whole arm to the shoulder. She watches with blurry eyes, tears threatening as her daughter disappears out of sight. Good thing that Reitu is not here to see her like this.
MANY HOURS LATER
SOME LOCAL TAVERN
Itumeleng crawls as her legs fail to carry her any longer. She drank herself to the bin. The pain she felt had still not subsided, but it felt good to be high and not be able to think properly about all her worries.
Itu: bar man, another one, please. I ma not leaving this place until I puke.
Bartender: I don’t think so, you are already beyond wasted. It would be better for you to go home.
Itu: just give me a drink.
Bartender: okay, but promise this is the last one, after this, you must go home.
Itu: I promise.
The guy hands her a beer and goes to the attend other customers. A mysterious but good-looking guy approaches her. Even in her drunk state she can tell who’s hot and who’s not and the guy sitting beside her right now is definitely hot and handsome. Maybe this is a sign from God.
Itu: you look too flashy and monied to be here. What are you doing here?
Guy: I came here for you.
Itu: you’re so funny. You know--- maybe you are here for me. I mean I just got my heart broken, my best friend too betrayed me and I can’t tell my mother anything because if I do, I might die--- the bishop might… you know what never mind. I’m here to enjoy myself, no worries just enjoyment.
Guy: you really are going through a lot. Too bad you won’t see to live another day.
Itu: what? I didn’t catch that.
Guy: I said it’s time to leave, I think you’ve had enough.
Itu: I’m not drunk.
Guy: give me that…
Itu: leave my beer alone!! No!!
Guy: look into my eyes…
Itu: what? Why?
The mysterious man cups her face into his hands and makes her look directly into his eyes. It takes a couple of seconds before she is all obedient and begging the guys to take her home. He stands up and forces her arm into his and together they walk out of the place without anyone noticing.
THE MOHLALA HOUSEHOLD
The forensic team leaves the place as the bishop’s car enters the premises. After that incident, it took a lot in Mfundo not to dispose the body. After much consideration she decided to morph a copy of the body so not to raise any suspicions as the wounds on the body were pretty unnatural.
Bishop: what was that just now? What happened here? Why is the forensic team leaving my house?
Mfundo: we had something to take care of. A mishap during the evening. It is all taken care of now so there’s no need to worry.
Bishop: what?
Mfundo: one of the helpers was snooping around so the master took care of her.
Bishop: excuse me?!
Mfundo: why act surprised. He’s done worse and you know that. Don’t get on my nerves!
Bishop: I’m just shocked that’s all.
Mfundo: yeah… that’s that. Itumeleng will also be taken care of tonight. I thought you’d use the good news after a long day.
Bishop: whoa... already?
Mfundo: what did you think?
Bishop: nothing… I just didn’t expect the master to act that fast considering he’s been very fond of her.
Mfundo: well, that’d that now. I’ll head upstairs first.
Bishop: what did you tell the helper’s family?
Mfundo: I came up with something, don’t worry nothing will lead back to us. Sorcery and witchcraft can’t be traced using science. Even if it did, the master would take care of it so…
Bishop: wow, it really has been an eventful day in this house.
Mfundo: not surprised…
Bishop: I am grateful to you and for you every day.
Mfundo: I bet you are.
THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING
Cats meowing horrifyingly in the darkness snap Boipelo out of her sleep. After spending her whole evening waiting for Itu to come back, Boipelo found herself sleeping on the couch in the living room. Her arm was now very sore and swollen. Itu is still not back.
Boipelo: its 3 am, cold and dark outside…where could this girl be.
She checks the time on the clock on the wall and gives up retiring to bed as she only has 4 hours until her alarm rings for work.
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