It takes only a legend to get two beautiful sisters as girlfriends

 Isabella was my crush for some donkey years before now. That is not so again. She is presently my girlfriend 002, at least that is what am fancying.

My journey in the ministry of girlfriend and women affairs started eight years ago, at a time I was just an innocent ten years old boy. All that mattered for the boy was a well concocted meal(especially ones brought in from burials, weddings, and other food-sharing ceremony of any kind), a sound sleep, and deep sincerity to God.

Being the youngest child and the only son in a family of four was an added advantage to my hobbies. Aside eating and sleeping, my third area of expertise which doubled as my best hobby was idleness. And that fetched me enough beating from my senior sisters. However, although I was always flogged by the sisters, I was pampered by my parents considering that I was yet their only male offspring: the one who would possess their inheritance. These circumstances added up to embolden my devil-may-care attitude, as I was already naughty by nature.

To say the devil is powerless is reasonable, but to say he is a fool is outrightly incorrect; so was I aswell. I was lazy, recalcitrant, and had an acute yearning for food, yet I wasn't foolish. As a matter of fact, right from a young age of five, I had my three sisters under my whims.

Lydia, Toro-Abasi, and Ekaete were my three ‘bembelicious’ sisters. While Toro-Abasi thought she was much beautiful with make-ups, Ekaete and Lydia regularly weren't convenient with the cosmetics. By the time I was ten, Toro-Abasi was twelve, Ekaete thirteen, while Lydia was fifteen.

Now aside from the negotiable fact that they were my elders in life, they were severely unwise and unintelligent. The worst of them all was Ekaete. For her, school was nothing short of scam, and she always make practical this self-motivational phrase by presenting an appalling result report each term. This however didn't stop the church-going God's creature from aspiring to become a medical doctor, and I couldn't blame the idiot in her for that.

Like the situation meal of garri and groundnut, Lydia was a comforting and excitement wielding girl to be with, especially in dire situations. For me, she would be the first of my sisters to be sent into marriage, as she clearly was a wife material. However, my prayers have always been in intercession for her future husband, as her cookings weren't even presentable for dogs. If upon eating one of sister Lydia soup without sighting floating fishes, then you probably wouldn't miss to bite one of her ‘salad-baked’ onions. Nevertheless, as she was still our own, we left her to her ‘baking-cooking’ meals.

Toro-Abasi was the sister which I feared would grow up to be a cause of concern to the male population of the republic. To me, she was the one which Solomon exclaimed of that there were no flaws in her beauty (songs of solomon 4:7).

As gentle a soul as she was in appearance and in deeds, she was un-forcibly beautiful. Out of all my sisters, she was the one which I never left out of my sight: to me she was so beautiful to be taken easily.

One only distinctive similarities between these girls which happened to be my sisters was that they all possessed atleast a companion of the opposite gender as friend. To go about their covert activities without it being known to the parents, they needed to pay obeisance to the young boy who wasn't in their clique. At last Israel finally knew David was their king.

My three sisters were becoming more humane and considerate with the passing day. Now, any girl born of a woman had to wash her own plate after any meal, including her parent's own when her turn arrives. To inculcate into their nothingness brains that seniority was just a mere formality promoted by the devil, meats, fishes, and all similar items pleasant to the tongue were henceforth shared equally among the four children.

Things however did change when I was eighteen. Early May, as at a time when the government of the “banana” republic deemed it proper to relax it's lockdown measures, adiaphorous occurrences instanced. Attaining age eighteen demanded that I take more consideration to my sisters who were coming of age, especially Toro-Abasi, the most beautiful one. Now, there was this boy, a church member, who thought he could date my sister, Toro-Abasi, like his father dated his mother. His comeliness and behaviour wasn't questioned, but the fervency in which he employed in making friend with the young girl was certainly a cause of concern to me. I wasn't prepared to see any of my sisters land into the family way anytime soon.

To effectively put sand into the garri of a love they were budding, I needed to begin attending our Church's song practice sessions, as I thought that was where they had the opportunity to ‘play out their scripts’. During the first two weeks, the two loving creatures feigned strangers, both appearing unknowing of the other. I almost attempted giving up due to this, as I wasn't in good terms with church chorussing, nevertheless I persisted on.

On my third week being in song practice, I realised what motivated my song practice routines. In all my few years on Earth I had always believed that going to church wasn't really necessary demanded one obeys the dictates of God, but I came to throw that cast of the mind away. To put it straight, my crush which I had been keeping an eye on but never had a clear-cut opportunity to converse with was now a fully baptised member of our church. I couldn't believe my eyes that Isabella was now my ‘next neighbour’ and was additionally such a devout church goer. My God did it again for me.

Isabella was beautiful, smart, and was my classmate in senior secondary, but she never cared nor wanted to be interested in my existence even as God knew I did my best to get her attention. She had time for only some appointed few who were clever, leaving us who were brain-dead to the fate of our fathers. As someone who had learned enormously from the relationships of my three sisters which included the numerous heartbreaks, the late-night cries, and those puppy-love uncertainties, I never ever gave up crushing on my Isabella.

The following Sunday, I dressed magnificently as a groom going for his bride, picked a ‘God has done it again’ offering, and sauntered down to the church early morning much to the bewilderment of the father, mother, and the three little women. They thought I was becoming that church boy they needed me to be.

Now, the God which in time past did it for David and his son Solomon did not shame me, as I was coincidentally placed to sit beside my crush while maintaining the one metre distance. At such a distance, all hope was oozed, as even if I had engineered a conversation, she wouldn't have heard it. To further add pepper to my already saucy Sunday, after service, rather than recognising the one who sat beside her, she skipped across me to greet a male friend leaving me for a dunce, looking like a newly known fool.

I was pained and I intended dismantling all my sister's similar structures aswell. At the end of the next song practice, I missed sight of my sister, Toro-Abasi, which I had escorted down to the service. I quickly scowered the building and moved outside to behold those two idiots, my sister and the boy, and to my bemusement, in company of Isabella and one other holding hands. I was only appeased when the boy who thought he was dating my sister introduced me to my crush, Isabella and her sister, Itoro. An indistinct stupid tickle ran down my veins when my long-time crush held out her hand for me to hold. Her sister which was also a beauty of a girl greeted me much warmly.

I latter learnt from my meetings with Isabella that my sister's friend, Emmanuel was indeed her cousin. Isabella and Itoro were more intimate with me by the breaking day. So, secretly unknown, one of the other, both of them accepted to be my ephemeral girlfriends.

However, my three sisters upon coming to knowledge of this, wondered when did Paul become an apostle. They returned hierarchy to the house. And as that daddy and mummy must not know of all these, in a case of the hunter became the hunted, I was made to do the majority of chores and had to settle for less meat, fish, and food much to my dislike. I gladly did this as I relished how my affaire saga was easily a tale of buy one, get one free. I traded Toro-Abasi with that boy for Isabella, and got one free. The God of double rewards did it again for me! It takes only a legend to get two beautiful sisters as girlfriends. I won!

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I am Daniel Obot Daniel, and I come and go in peace ☮️