Dial - Season 1 - Episode 48

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 48

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Fear was a very terrible thing.

I knew real fear as I stood at the car park of the Bare Light International Church that Sunday morning, looking at my car.

Apostle Williams had asked someone to bring it over during my stay at the upstairs suite. For the first time in my life I had no joy in me to enter my beautiful car.

My heart was thudding, and there was sweat on my face.

I jumped and almost fell when a car’s horn sounded behind me, and as I turned I saw that Apostle Williams’ car had come to a stop behind me, and he had got out, his face grim and…yes, scared.

He handed me a blue envelope.
“And what is this?” I asked angrily.
“Two cheques, Mr. Biko, two cheques,” Apostle Williams said, and he couldn’t look into my face. “Covering Twenty-two thousand cedis. From me and Light Greyhem.”

“What the f**k is the meaning of this?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. “I gave you ten thousand each, making twenty thousand! Why have you given me twenty-two thousand? What’s the extra two thousand for?”
He smiled and took out a handkerchief, and slowly wiped his face.

And when he looked at me I could see the fear plainly in his eyes now.

“Mr. Biko, we don’t want to owe that man in any way, trust me, hence the extra thousand each from us,” he said.
“Owe what man?” I asked, but I knew.
“That Wowo man, Mr. Biko, that Wowo!” he said shakily. “I have never witnessed the things this man has done ever before, and I don’t want to witness it again. I think he’s a very dangerous man, Mr. Biko.”
He turned and headed for his car.

“Hey!” I cried angrily. “Now what, you bastards! You promised me you were going to help, and so I didn’t go and see that man! And now you leave me in the lurch like this, you d--n fake pastors?”

He paused, turned and wiped his face.
“We are not fakes, Mr. Biko,” he said calmly. “But that man…he’s bad, very bad. If I were you, I’ll go and see him.”

“Now? You tell me this, now, you bastard?” I said.

“Go away with your troubles, Mr. Biko, just go away!” he said.

He opened his car door, looked in, and then he let out one almighty scream that made my hair stand up!

It was a crippling scream that tore at my insides by its note of acute terror!

Apostle Williams turned, still screaming, and rushed toward the buildings of BLIC, his legs moving so fast that I wondered why he was a pastor if he could run like that. He could have won some Olympic medals for us as a runner.
People in the car park were looking on dazedly, not understanding why the man of God had screamed like that and left his car in the park. People were looking strangely at the car.

“Is it a snake?” a fat man asked across the lot. “Did he see a snake in his car?”
At the mention of snake all the people that were beginning to move toward the Apostle’s car stopped in their tracks.

I didn’t think it was a snake, and so I moved forward and stood near the open door of the car.

On Apostle Williams’ seat was the white pot with the white envelope in it. My heart gave a massive kick, but I smiled grimly. At least I was now sure that the pot was not in my car.
“Serve you right, you fuc*king bastard!” I whispered as I turned away and went to my car.

I got in, started up, and drove away from BLIC.
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