Miradi Justus

Miradi Justus Miradi J is a Kenyan gospel artist and content creator

CHAPTER FIVE – JEALOUSY HAS A VOICE Jealousy doesn’t always shout.Sometimes it whispers — quietly, convincingly — u...
15/01/2026

CHAPTER FIVE – JEALOUSY HAS A VOICE

Jealousy doesn’t always shout.
Sometimes it whispers — quietly, convincingly — until it sounds like truth.
That afternoon, Lilian was quieter than usual.
Her replies came slower.
Shorter.
The warmth I had grown used to feel… distant.

I told myself not to panic.
Houston was busy.
Life happens.
But my chest didn’t listen to logic.
Finally, I asked.
“Is everything okay, Lilian?”
Several minutes passed.
Then she replied:
Lilian:
I’m fine… just tired.
That wasn’t her.
So I called.

She answered, but her voice wasn’t the soft honey I knew — it was guarded.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” I replied. “You sound far.”
She hesitated.
“Miradi… can I ask you something, and please don’t get angry?”
My stomach tightened.
“Ask.”
“Why does your friend keep watching my WhatsApp status?”
My blood went cold.
Kevin.
I closed my eyes.
“I told him to stay away from you.”
“He hasn’t texted,” she said carefully. “But he watches everything. It makes me uncomfortable.”
I clenched my jaw.
“I’m sorry. I’ll handle it.”
There was silence on the line.

Then she said something that cut deeper than I expected.
“I don’t want drama in my life, Miradi. I want something calm. Safe.”
Her words echoed.
Safe.

I had promised her peace — and yet chaos kept reaching her through people connected to me.
“I understand,” I said quietly. “And I won’t allow this anymore.”
After we hung up, I went straight to Kevin.
He was laughing on his phone, relaxed, and careless.
“Stop watching her status,” I said flatly.
He looked up, surprised.
“You don’t own her,” he said.
“I didn’t say I did,” I replied. “But you’re making her uncomfortable.”
He smirked.
“You’re already losing her, bro. I’m just closer.”

That’s when something snapped.
I stepped forward, my voice low.
“She chose me. Stay out of it.”
Kevin stood up too, eyes sharp now.
“Distance will kill whatever you think you have.”
Maybe he believed that.
But he was wrong about one thing.
Distance doesn’t kill love.
Weakness does.

That night, Lilian didn’t text.
For the first time since we met, I went to bed without hearing her voice.
Sleep didn’t come easily.

***

TEMPTATION

The next evening, she called.
Her voice was soft again — but cautious......
To be continued

Abraham: The Man Who Walked by FaithAbraham was an ordinary man with an extraordinary calling. One day, God spoke to him...
05/01/2026

Abraham: The Man Who Walked by Faith
Abraham was an ordinary man with an extraordinary calling. One day, God spoke to him and said, “Leave your country, your people, and your father’s household, and go to the land I will show you.” There was no map, no explanation—only a promise.
Abraham obeyed.

He left everything familiar behind and stepped into the unknown, trusting the voice of God more than the comfort of certainty. Though he and his wife Sarah had no child and were advanced in age, God promised him descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky.
Years passed. The promise seemed impossible. Yet Abraham did not stop believing.
When hope looked lost, God fulfilled His word, and Isaac was born—a living testimony that God’s promises do not fail. Even when Abraham was later asked to sacrifice Isaac, he trusted God completely, believing that God would provide. And God did.

Because of his faith, Abraham was called the friend of God and the father of many nations.
Abraham’s story reminds us:
Faith is not knowing where the road will lead—
Faith is trusting the One who leads.
What God promises, He finally fulfills.
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CHAPTER EIGHT THE MASK FALLSKelvin stopped pretending after that night.The careful distance he once kept vanished,...
02/01/2026

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE MASK FALLS

Kelvin stopped pretending after that night.
The careful distance he once kept vanished, replaced by boldness born from desperation. He no longer watched quietly. He made his presence known—standing where Lina could see him, appearing at places she didn’t expect, sending messages that blurred the line between warning and threat.

Lina felt trapped.
She changed her routines. She avoided being alone. She stayed close to Aron, not out of dependency, but because his presence anchored her to reality when fear threatened to pull her under.
Aron, too, felt the shift.

“Kelvin showed up near my place yesterday,” he told Lina one afternoon. “Didn’t say anything. Just stood there.”
Lina’s stomach tightened. “He wants us to notice him.”
“And that’s exactly what we won’t give him,” Aron said firmly. “We’ll document everything. Messages. Sightings. Everything.”
But Kelvin was spiraling faster than they could react.

In his mind, the world had narrowed to a single truth:
He had been wronged.
He replayed conversations with Lina, twisting her kindness into promises, her warmth into signals, her boundaries into betrayal. Each memory fed his anger, stripped him of restraint.

“She led me on,” he told himself. “And he took advantage.”
Late one night, Kelvin sent a voice note instead of a text.
Lina didn’t open it. She couldn’t.
Aron did.

Kelvin’s voice was low, unsteady.
“You think you’re the hero, Aron. But heroes fall too. I gave her peace when you didn’t. Remember that.”
Aron’s blood ran cold.
“This has gone too far,” he said. “We need help.”

The next day, Lina confided in a close friend and showed her everything—the messages, the sightings, the threats. The friend urged them to take precautions, even consider reporting Kelvin if things escalated.

That evening, Kelvin crossed the line completely.
Lina stepped out of a grocery store and froze.
Kelvin stood near the exit.
Not hiding.
Not watching from afar.
Waiting.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
“Kelvin,” she said carefully, “this isn’t okay.”
He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “I just wanted to talk. Face to face. Like we used to.”

“Those days are over,” Lina replied, her voice shaking but firm. “You need to leave me alone.”
Something flickered behind his eyes—hurt turning into fury.
“You replaced me,” he said. “You erased me.”
“No,” Lina said. “You crossed my boundaries.”
The words hit him like a slap.

For a second, it looked like he might lash out.
Then Aron stepped forward.
“She said enough,” Aron said. “Walk away.”
Kelvin’s gaze snapped to him. His jaw tightened, fists clenched.
“This isn’t finished,” he whispered.

He turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Lina shaking and Aron furious.
The mask was gone.
What stood in its place was a man who no longer cared about consequences.
And when masks fall, truth follows—
often violently.

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