(THE LIVING GODDESS)
WRITTEN BY NATHANIEL ANUMA
Scratches in the woods of Ehezra stretched from tree to tree, giving out a weary sound that could
destabilize a firmed hunter. Canopy trees danced along to the smooth movement of wind that escalated
in the forest. Withered leaves suddenly joined in the random movement caused by the wind too. It was
like a storm in the high mountains, bending trees and swiping the floor.
A young lady in white gown stood in the middle of the stormy forest like a ghost that gazed at the next
victim to be tormented. She had a long hair that also kept flying by the wind like the white gown in her
body which made her breast without bra clearly seen by any eyes. Even the nipples didn’t help matters;
they stood erect as if to puncture out of the gown. She wasn’t fair in complexion neither was she dark.
She’s the definition of a brown skin girl. Her name was Isabella.
As she stared in the stormy forest, she saw another girl who had her complete resemblance, putting on
the same white gown and had her long hair and brown skin. That was Chiquitita, her twin sister, who
waved her hand in the air and the storm stopped thereby straightening the bent trees and returning
flying withered leaves to the ground then everywhere became as calm as a grave yard.
Suddenly, a man appeared beside Isabella. “You always have this in mind” he said.
“Have what in mind?” Isabella returned the question.
“Why your twin sister get every problem fixed without much struggle just like she calmed the storm by
just waving her hand”
“Yes, it has been in my mind. Why?”
The man moved backward then answered, “Because she’s a goddess”
“A goddess?” Isabella turned to see the man no more…
3:15am in the Morning, Isabella sat up from the bed only to discover that her worries and
inquisitiveness in the stormy forest was a dream. She exhaled, rubbed her forehead with a hand then
completely stood up from the bed wearing only a white pyjamas without underwear. She located the
electric switch bulb and put it on thereby illuminating the whole room. It was a complete feminine room
with a large standing mirror. On the bed was Chiquitita because both shared the same room right from
childhood. One could see two laptops and other essential books on a table beside a window that had
the same milk colour curtain like the door and the tiles on the floor. At a corner was a large wardrobe
filled with clothes.
The ray of the light Isabella put on woke Chiquitita up from sleep, so she stretched awake to see her
twin sister staring at her from the wall of the electric switch. “Isabella, what’s the matter?” she asked as
she sat up.
Isabella didn’t respond rather left the wall to the toilet door. She tried to open it but it stocked thereby
hindering her from entering the toilet.
Chiquitita went to her and said, “Let me help you with that”
Isabella left the door knob, adjusted sideways with her eyes fixed on her twin sister. Her dream still
became the very thing fresh in her memory. Before she knew It, Chiquitita opened the door without
applying any strong force.
That has been the situation in the family. Chiquitita was like a blessing to them coz she tends to have
every difficult situation solved without much stress. Nobody knew why, even herself didn’t know why.
They are from a Christian home, a home filled with the atmosphere of Christ. Their parents almost
dedicated seventy percent of their activities to the work of Christ in the Catholic church of God. No day
passes by without Chiquitita being a savior of one thing or the other in the family.
And now, in the room, at the toilet door, she had done the same. After she opened it widely, she turned
to see Isabella still staring at her.
“What’s the matter, Isabella?” She asked again. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“I’m fine” she entered into the bathroom while Chiquitita returned to the bed but didn’t lie down. She
sat on the edge then placed a hand on her forehead. What a long boring night? She reflected and
scratched her head through a hair net that brought the long hair at a spot. Her sister came out from the
bathroom, put off the light then located her position on the bed where she laid with a blanket that
covered her body half way. Chiquitita turned, laid beside her in a way they face the ceiling. Though the
electric light wasn’t on but they could see each other’s faces.
“I overheard Mum and Dad talking about we getting married” Chiquitita broke the silence. “They really
want to see us marry as if there…”
“They need a male grandchild I guess” Isabella interrupted.
“Yes, i guess” both remained quiet again. The same thing run through their minds because their love
lives was very poor regardless their exceptional beauty. It didn’t bother Isabella as it was a daily qualm in
the heart of Chiquitita. She didn’t even have a boyfriend talk less of a fiance unlike Isabella who had men
clustering her like a horny bee. The annoying thing was that she had no time for these men. She hardly
give them an atom of attention which had always mesmerized Chiquitita because, sometimes, she
wished to be in her shoes. Their step-mum, Mrs Rose, had always been like a catalyst in their
relationship lives in order for them to get married but all to no avail.
“Do you have anyone in mind? I mean..” Chiquitita swallowed hard. “I mean a man of your life?”
“No, do you?” Isabella retorted sarcastically.
Chiquitita smiled, “You should know that I don’t even have a boyfriend”
“Neither do I?
“Sleep, Tita, we have morning mass to attend by 6am” Isabella concluded, turned her back on her then
flung the blanket in a way it covered all her body like a child playing hide and seek game. Suddenly,
banging sound came from the door of their living room. Isabella uncovered herself immediately then her
eyes met with that of Chiquitita. They rushed out to the living room to see their parents already gazing
at the door with domestic weapons such as pestle and matchet. All gaze at one another as the banging
“Mum, what are you carrying?” Isabella whispered.
“Shhee..” Mrs Rose signed with a finger across her lips, while Chiquitita and Mr Clifford, the father,
smiled at them.
“Who’s there?!” Mr Clifford shouted.
“Open the door!” A male voice answered from outside. “It’s Eric!” the voice added.
Hearing the name, Chiquitita opened the door coz Eric was like a neighbor but not a close one. He
rushed in without a cloth. He wore only a boxers, sweating like a Christmas goat. He banged the door
closed then rested on it as if pursued by zombies. Seeing him not only on that outfit but also in such
perplexing body chemistry, Chiquitita stepped backward.
“Gun men attacked us” the young man began, trying to hold his breath at an interval of any single word
from his mouth. ” They requested for two female twins whom they were looking for. They believe one
is a goddess”
“And you think my children are the ones they are looking for?” Mr Clifford said, glaring at his children.
“That’s hilarious” Chiquitita giggled. “You sound so worried. Nobody is a goddess here” she added with
hands spread in the air.
Only Isabella didn’t find it funny because her dream remained fresh in her memory. Therefore, she
stared at her sister ones again….
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