The Activist - Season 2 - Episode 15

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The Activist - Season 2 - Episode 15

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Made got to his room just to meet someone familiar.

Tade.
“Hey guy, long time!” Tade said, walking to greet Made at the entrance of ETF, leaving the other bemused. First Kike, now Tade.
“How far?” Made said with apathy.
“Common, don’t do like am a necessary evil.” Tade replied, looking offended. With Made not answering, Tade pulled himself away from Made and looked straight into his eyes.

“What happened? Why are you behaving to me like that?”

“Guy, I don’t want to see you around again!”

“Why?”
“Nothing.”
“You can’t just tell me ‘nothing’. We have been friends for a while now and suddenly you just quit on me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“See, if I tell you, you won’t understand, will you?”

“At least tell me, if not for anything for the sake of our friendship.”
“Okay, give your life to Christ!”
“Is that what’s bothering you? Okay, I have given it to Christ.

”
“Tade, stop lying. You don’t become born again that way.”

“What’s it with you and ‘born-againism’? Can’t you just leave that alone or is that your way of chasing me away?”
“Tade, you should be more bothered about your eternity than me, since you are the one always playing with fire.”

“What do you mean?”
“Well, you are the one who is chasing cult members all around.”

“Oh,oh, that’s the reason why you avoid me, right? Made, I don’t believe it. You, that used to follow us previously now turn around and start running scared. And now you come and tell me that I play with fire? Made, you are a joke.”

“Let me be a joke but are you serious about your life? Remember the time we went to catch Wande and her girls, what of if the bullets shot hit me or someone else? Did you consider the lives that you put at risk with that move? Are you not afraid for your own life?”
“Forget that one, my life is already sacrificed for this cause, so don’t bother.”
“Okay, but you should know this: I am always bothered about you and I don’t know what my relationship with you will attract to me; its that simple!”
Tade walked away, feeling down. For the first time since he joined DSM, he had a reason to dislike himself joining them. As Made watched him walking away dejected, he could not help asking himself a question.

Was his talk worth it?
Wale drove slowly around Agbaje village, completely held in suspense. It had been 23 years since he last visited here, and the reason for his lack of visit was not far-fetched– the village was seeped in voodoo and he was not interested in any feud or voodoo trouble. However, he was there because he needed help from the same voodoo he had been running away from.

All because of Tade.

He was not interested in proving any protection for his son, rather his wanted to satisfy his curiosity on where his son will end- dead or alive. His son’s stubbornness had hardened his heart towards such stuff and he decided not to treat the boy as his son anymore.

However– he had an inkling that something great may still out of the boy’s stupidity. If he decides to ignore his son, there was always a chance of it haunting him, coupled with the fact that most people won’t understand him rejecting his son- even though they understand all other things.
He stopped in front of a thicket and came down, took some fifty steps and then entered into an open space.

“Baba Esu! Baba Esu!!” Wale called out twice as he was told.
Immediately the area changed into a proper shrine, with the time somewhat moving forward to midnight. A short black man with a golden like face coming out of the middle of the space, scaring Wale out of his wits.
“You have come over your son’s ordeal.” He said, giving an evil grin. “Well I have some revelations for you. But first you must answer my questions and answer correctly- for my answer to your request will be determined by that.”

Wale, who was awestruck by the sudden change of the area and time, nodded his head quickly.

“Tell me, why are you coming here now?”
“What do you mean, Baba?”
“Hahaha! He asks me what I mean? You were told to come to the village immediately your first child was born. You refused. When your second child was born, the same message came to you. You refused. When you first son died, you received the message, you refuse. Yet you are here now. Why?”
“But Baba, I don’t recall anyone coming to meet me from the village!” Wale protested.
“Ah! You don’t recall any of that, even in your dreams.”

Wale paused for a while. “Well, I remember someone telling me to follow him after my first son’s death, but Baba, that’s a dream! How could I have known what was happening? I thought it was still part of the grieving process.”

“Omo de shey yin. The black man said. You think all dreams are results of your day’s activities? You are really but a kid.”
Wale smiled, but his outlook was caustic. “Baba, you won’t blame me if you are in my shoes. I …….”

“Stop! The black man roared. Enough of your excuses. A man must live by the consequences of his decision. But that’s all about that for now.”

“Do you love your son, Wale?” The old man asked

“Eh? Baba, why ask me that question?” Wale asked.

“You come here asking for the future of a son you hate. Meanwhile, you never bothered about the first son who you claim you loved. Wale, do you love your son?”

Wale was perplexed. “I don’t love my son; I know how it sounds but Baba I don’t love……..”

“Stop lying! Baba looked at his eyes. I will give you another chance. Do you love your son?”

Wale was confused. It was indeed true that he despised how Tade went against his advice, but true to Baba prowess, he did have some concern for his lad. The only difference was that he was shoving it aside.

“Baba, I don’t know again. I want to hate him but I can’t do it.”

“Mo ti so fun yen, you are a small child. Don’t you understand the bond called family? If you can’t understand it, then you can’t hate your son.” Wale nodded his head.

“That boy you want to hate is your future. He is the one who will continue your family line and your father’s own.”

“What do you mean by that, Baba? I am not the only child of my parents. What happened to my siblings?”

“You suddenly care for siblings when you have abandoned them for years. If you want to know, they all died.”

“Ah! Baba! What happened?”
“As I said, if you know the bonds of your family, you won’t behave the way you did. But let me tell you something. Your great,great-grandfather had a covenant with the great goddess of this land and in return for wealth and success, he must sacrifice all his offspring except one.”
“Eh?!” Wale shouted.
“The surviving child will inherit the father’s blessing but the cycle will continue and it has reached your turn.”

“Jesus!” Wale said. The black man winced in disgust.

Am sorry Baba. “Wale apologised. But what will happen to my son?”
“Hmn, I will now tell you. Your son shall flourish like a flower, and shine like a sun. He shall be successful in life, even rise higher than what most of your ancestors had done, up to a point. What happens after depends on him.”

The Baba started to fade away. “Now that I have told you, I have to go. Leave this place and go home.”

Wale suddenly found himself in the empty space, awed by his experience.