But it kept ringing, and then there was the sound that indicated the call had been picked.
A moment later, the speaker-phone was activated, and then Nana b0s0mba spoke.
“This is Nana b0s0mba, Mr. Biko. As you already know, Akos was buried yesterday, Mr. Biko,” came the calm voice of the fetish priest, without malice, pleasant even. “You didn’t show up to honour my daughter, and you let her die in shame. That’s the choice you made, Mr. Biko. I have also made mine. You’ll definitely grow old with more experience, Mr. Biko. Byebye.”
And the phone went dead.
I looked at Apostle Willliams, but he had already ran from the room.
I looked at Light Duke Greyhem.
He was still staring at the phone, and he was still as white and as still as a statue.
“What is happening, Light Duke?” I asked in a small lost voice.
He didn’t look at me, but he spoke quietly, and his voice wasn’t steady, and he was still staring at the telephone.
“Come with me, Mr. Biko. I’ll refund all the money you paid, and then I want you to leave my church, Mr. Biko, and never come back here.”
Suddenly, he was in motion, almost running from the room.
I stared at the telephone, and I knew…
Yes, I knew.
I was in trouble.
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