Dial - Season 1 - Episode 40

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 40

I was behind her, and I saw her body shivering suddenly.

“What is it, lady?” I asked as I stood just behind her in the doorway.

She pointed a shaky finger at the bed.

It was a huge room, and it was very pleasant and neat.

It had a big bed with clean sheets, televisions set, a small fridge that was well-stocked, no doubt. A writing desk, and a wardrobe.

And there, sitting on the bed smugly, was the white clay pot with the envelope in it.

The lady turned, and the horror on her face was frightening. She pushed past me and began to scream as she ran away. I leaned against the door frame and looked at the pot. I wasn’t really scared, no. Somehow I was now getting used to the sight of it.
Presently, I heard movement behind me, and then Apostle Williams and his five prayer warriors filed into the room, and like the woman they came to abrupt halts at the sight of the white clay pot.

Apostle Williams turned to me, and there was the sheen of perspiration on his face.
“Is that the pot and the envelope you were talking about, Mr. Biko?” he asked in a voice that was quite unsteady.

“Yes, Apostle, it is,” I replied calmly.
“Mr. Biko, is that the pot you told me about?” he asked me again.
I looked at him and raised my eyebrows.
“I just confirmed it, Apostle, didn’t I?”
“Now don’t be cheeky with me, young man!” he exploded, and his voice was very unpleasant now. “I just wanted a confirmation from you. Is this the pot you were talking about?”

I almost chuckled, but I restrained myself.
“That’s Nana b0s0mba’s pot alright, Apostle,” I said calmly, aware that the apostle of God was flustered.

“Good, well, erm…the devil is a liiiiiiiiiar!” he said, but his voice had dropped many decibels from its previous vociferous levels. “Wait in the living-room, Mr. Biko! We shall deal with this! The Lord will reign supreme, and you’ll be set free!”
So I made my way back to the living-room.
I tried to read some Christian magazines, but I got bored after a while and dozed off.

I came awake as I heard shrill screams, and I bolted up on my feet.

Mrs. Williams was trying to run toward a door, her massive frame rolling like the waves of the sea, but I just stood still and waited.

Presently Apostle Williams came into the living-room, and behind him were his prayer warriors. The two women literally blasted out of the room, their faces contorted with horror as they fled.

Two of the men were however holding up the third man.

The sight of the third man made me gape with sudden horror!

His hair, which had been very black, was now looking pure white!

Even his eyebrows and moustache were all looking absolutely white!
His legs were folded upward, and he obviously could not walk!

He had aged horribly within the twinkle of an eye!

“Take me to hospital,” he kept saying as his two friends helped him up. “Please take me to hospital now.”

And his voice was unsteady and shaky like an old man!