IT’D been a few weeks since Maqwela invited Sand and Muse over to the palace, so the media had got a tiny wisp of the news.
The chatters spreading round the capital were that Es and Em got itself a big contract to play at the king’s palace.
It went with talks about how fat their deal must pay.
But that was not what happened, as the talk with the monarch was quite different.
King Maqwela had asked the duo to play him therapeutic music till he was well. He’d offered them a huge pay for their time.
But the friends weren’t some experts in music therapy. Nor would they share the credit of what God could work through sound.
So they took on the spiritual work they’d take no pay for. They wouldn’t stop till the day he was healed.
Now everywhere they turned on internet, there was something nagging them to explain better.
They didn’t want the king’s secret leaked. They didn’t want their purpose known, too. So they chose to keep their phones down and focus on work.
Within those days when they stayed off the net, they went on a prayer session to prepare them spiritually.
Samba their manager was with them in the small gathering of three. She and Collins had just started dating.
So, as the prayer and fasting went on, the doting woman couldn’t bear to keep her phone away.
It was a time of recess, so she discreetly went out to chat and browse.
And there... all over the place, she read things linking Vickie and Nile with Rich Hard and Dame.
She stopped and held her breath. Then she punched on her smartphone to dig some more.
She found the video… the clip where her lovely two got re–paired.
Samba gasped in shock then wanted to tell. She wanted to go in and show Vickie and Nile what she saw.
But then she recalled she wasn’t supposed to see this in the first place. She was at least meant to be in retreat mood, she thought.
Now things were fine with her, but only before she saw the clip. So she’d have to spill it, or she wouldn’t feel okay.
She shrugged and went back inside. But all these were Heaven’s plan.
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