08/10/2025
KEJI - The Home-Wrecker Queen - Part 2.
Within weeks, Minister Zachariah was wrapped around her finger, showering her with gifts that made even her well-off neighbors in Gudele talk.
A brand new Prado TX.
A deed to a beauty salon in Juba Town.
A all-expenses-paid trip to Nairobi for a whole week.
She had him completely under her spell….
And when the Minister's wife, Mama Sarah, showed up at Keji's salon one scorching afternoon, Keji didn't even blink….
The woman was dressed simply, her face etched with a deep, tired pain. She looked at Keji, her voice shaking with emotion….
"Please, I am begging you," she whispered, "leave my husband alone. You are tearing my family apart."
Keji tilted her head, a slow, cold smile spreading across her lips. She looked Mama Sarah up and down, not hiding her judgment….
"Maybe if you took better care of yourself," Keji said, her voice smooth and sharp as a knife, "he wouldn't need to find his comfort with me."
Mama Sarah flinched, but Keji wasn't finished.
"Look at you. Your skin is so wrinkled and rough. Your clothes are for a woman who has given up. A man of his status needs to be with someone who looks alive, who knows how to make him feel like a man."
Each word was chosen to cut, to dismantle Mama Sarah’s pride….
"And between us," Keji added, leaning in as if they were friends, "he told me you are as boring as cold porridge. The only time he feels alive now is when he is with me."
Mama Sarah stood there, the tears finally spilling over. She wiped them away with the back of her hand, her shoulders slumping….
"God sees you, Keji. The same sun that melts butter can also harden clay. Your day will come."
Then, gathering the shattered pieces of her dignity, she turned and walked away, disappearing into the bright Juba sunlight…..
Days later, the news spread through whispers and phone calls: Mama Sarah had left Zachariah. After years of marriage, after raising his children and building a life with him; she was the one who walked out.
Keji celebrated that night. She opened a bottle of expensive whiskey, music pounding through her apartment as she danced alone on her cool tile floor.
She felt no remorse. The destruction was just proof of her power….
In her mind, she was unstoppable. A queen in a city of fools. If these wives couldn't hold their men, that was their weakness, not her problem….
But Keji didn't know that every reign, no matter how powerful, eventually faces a challenge.
And she was just a step away from her greatest challenge……
One evening, as Keji lounged on her balcony watching the sun set over the city, she heard the gossip.
A man named General Deng Malek had just been appointed to a crucial new security council position. He was famously wealthy, fiercely powerful, and utterly untouchable.
Power. Influence. Real authority.
He wasn't just another rich man in a suit.
He was The MAN. Her new Target…!
A slow, calculated smile spread across Keji's face as she looked at his photo on her phone.
He was tall, with a strong, commanding presence and eyes that held a lifetime of stories.
He will be mine, she thought to herself, taking a sip of her drink. I will have him.
But Keji knew General Deng was different.
His wife was a respected lawyer from a powerful family. His inner circle was a fortress of loyalty and suspicion. Her usual tricks, the sly smiles, the accidental touches wouldn't be enough for a man like this.
She needed something stronger. Something that couldn't fail.
That night, Keji wrapped herself in an expensive leso and drove to the Jebel Kujur, where the city lights faded and traditional practice still prevailed.
There, in a compound hidden behind a huge rock, was the woman who had been her secret for years; Auntie Nyanjur, the one who spoke with spirits. Nyanjur was popularly known as the Queen of Mindi…
The air inside Auntie Nyanjur's hut was thick with the smell of herbs and burning oil.
"You have come for a big one," Auntie Nyanjur said, her voice a low rasp, not even looking up from the small clay pot she was stirring. "I can feel the greed on you."
Keji knelt on the grass mat….
"Auntie," she whispered, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. "I need General Deng Malek. I need him to lose his mind for me. I want him to choose me over everything he has."
Auntie Nyanjur let out a low chuckle. "The bigger the crocodile, the more meat it demands, girl."
Keji didn't hesitate. She had sold pieces of her conscience long ago; what was one more?
"I am ready. Whatever it takes."
By the time the first rooster crowed, the ritual was complete.
Auntie Nyanjur had her smocking a mixed of powerful herbs; Mindi, while dancing and chanting Gen. Malek’s name the entire night, as she whispered powerful words into the smoke, tied a black thread around her wrist, and rubbed a dark, fragrant oil onto her chest.
"You are now the fire he cannot put out," Auntie Nyanjur declared. "But remember, fire does not ask what it burns. It can still burn the one who lit it."
Keji simply nodded, feeling a new, dark energy coursing through her.
Warnings were for people who were afraid to fall.
As she drove back to Gudele in the early morning light, she didn't just feel confident.
She felt destined.
To be Continued…………
