“Two Separate Lives” – When Church Girls Go Rogue (And Somehow Find Redemption
It was a peaceful Friday evening at the Kambua residence — and by peaceful, I mean a powder keg was quietly ticking under the roof, waiting to blow. Two twins. Two destinations. Two very different priorities. One household not ready for what was about to go down. Josephine, the good girl™️, was prepping for a church kesha with her halo perfectly in place. Meanwhile, her twin sister Angela had other plans. Let’s just say if the Holy Spirit was whispering, Angela had the subwoofer on blast — and not for gospel music. Mrs. Kambua gave it one last motherly try: “Angela, please come with us.” And in classic rebellious fashion, Angela basically told her to go hug a cactus. “I’m old enough to choose what to do!” she snapped. Which is code for: “I’m about to make decisions that would make Satan himself blink twice.” Fast forward 0.2 seconds: PARTY. LOUD. WILD. Neighbors calling. Drinks flowing. Bass vibrating from the ceiling to the pits of hell. Enter: Mrs. Baraka, ne...