Alisha Chuma (POV)
“Honk, honk, honk,” I angrily honked at the car just idling in front of me while the traffic lights had just turned green.
I hate driving during peak times but sometimes situations would just force us to do what we hate.
While it was good for me to wait at work for a while so that I could drive safely when they are few cars, I just had to leave work exactly at five o’clock. But what else was I supposed to do when I had a church service to attend?
As one of the church’s elders, I still needed to take my part. Although I wasn’t the type of person who went to church for every service, there were still a few important services I was forced to go to, and on this day, it was one of them.
As we were preparing for the Easter holiday celebrations, and as one of the top dogs in church, my presence was required and here I was on my way to church, but some lunatic probably on his phone was busy making things difficult. Not just for me, but for everyone too.
“Honk, honk.”
“Honk, honk.”
Once one started, there would always follow, and hearing the honking behind me, I felt so angry that I just wanted to drive straight into that small pathetic car and end it.
“How dare he try to compete with me?” I wondered out angrily as I looked at that small car and then looked at my Maserati Levante.
If I were to sell my car, I would probably buy thousands of that reckless and lunatic driving in front of me.
“Why can’t people just learn to respect their elders?” I cursed as I watched that small car finally drive away.
Stepping on my gas, I started driving, and without wasting any time; I flashed at the car before overtaking. Only when I was in front of that small car did I start feeling better?
It took more than an hour for me to reach the church building.
And looking at the church that I had been going to for more than seven years, I couldn’t help but smirk and feel that I was looking at a joke.
So many questions usually run through my mind all the time.
Honestly, there is a secret that the majority of people don’t know about me. And it is that I don’t really believe in all this.
But for appearance’s sake, I will always play my part. Since everyone was going to church, I guess I was left with no choice but to do so.
A lot of people go to church, temples, mosques, or wherever they believe in. This is something that always starts when people are young.
Children would always go to Sunday school where they would be taught everything that they needed to know and all that but, in my case, nothing like that happened.
Not that I blame my parents for not doing that, but I guess that was the way it was.
My mother is a traditional healer and has always believed in ancestors and the traditional way of doing things.
Apart from being one, she is a medium, and this is something I grew up seeing. I was raised by a spirit medium and she never forced me really to follow her ways.
At some point, I even went to church, praised and worshipped, but I guess that if you are really not into it, then you won’t see the difference.
Nowadays, they are all sorts of people and the world is indeed a very scary place. Everyone is worshipping something and if you ask a believer of a certain religion what is true and what is not, the believer would always support his or her religion.
And what really hurts is that in every religion the majority of people, especially leaders, are all scammers and out there to con believers of their riches.
It was quite normal today to find your beloved pastor being given some charm with a traditional healer so that when he or she was in church, she would perform miracles and lie straight in the faces of those believers who really want salvation.
The more miracles the pastor or leader performs and wow the followers, the more famous and richer he or she becomes.
Most churches had practically become business centers and despite knowing all this, people, even me, still go there.
And one would wonder, that with me knowing all this, why am I even going?
I do believe that there is a higher being that watches, over us, but since I really can’t just get the reason, why everything is just so complicated, I chose to believe mostly in myself and whatever helps me to get what I want.
Instead of relying on these fake men of God, I would rather follow what I believe will work for me. However, for the sake of appearances and making money, I surely am not embarrassed to pretend to be a believer.
In this world, if you aren’t a good one, how are you supposed to make it big?
I didn’t build a school, a house, and several cars with loads of riches by being an idiot. All of that required the brain and since I have it, why not use it and become even richer?
So, what if I have to spend a few dollars, make myself look better in front of others, and pretend to be holier than thou?
What I know is that loads of benefits will be coming my way. Reputation matters the most and as long as I maintain that, I am literally not afraid to sell my own husband for profits.
Who even said that love existed? That was a thing of the past when life was a bit too relaxed and not as competitive as it is today.
Thinking of my beloved husband, I haven’t seen that man home in two days. I am starting to wonder where my beloved Elder is currently at.
Which place is he at?
Is he at the hotel or his house?
Which hussy is he currently interested in and which stage had they reached?
This was just my pure curiosity, not that I was so duper concerned about it.
Whatever that man does and as long as it doesn’t affect the reputation that we have both built during the two decades we have been married to each other, I literally don’t care.
Just as I don’t care about what he does, he also doesn’t care about me.
And unlike what people think, our perfect and lovely family and relationship that they envy isn’t as glittery as they saw on the outside.
Thinking up to this point, I found my way parking into an empty lot in the parking area.
It was another moment for me again to play my favorite role.
‘Money, here I come!’ I cheered myself as I exited the car.