Dial - Season 1 - Episode 131

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 131

My palms were very wet, and my face perspired. My heart thudded with trepidation, and my legs buckled. It sounded like a great force was pounding toward that door, a horrible momentum that would crash everything in its path!

And then, just as I felt I couldn’t take it anymore, and was preparing to turn round and flee, the door opened from the other end, and then Nana b0s0mba stepped out, dressed in exactly the way I had seen in that vision at the palace.

He took a step forward and stopped, and the door closed silently behind him. He looked at me with cold eyes.

“What do you want, Mr. Biko?” he asked calmly.

I was gasping for breath, fighting down my panic.

“Look at your head!” I said before I could stop myself. “You think you’re so wild! Do you know how badly you scared me?”
“My head?” he asked coldly. “Are you insulting my head, Mr. Biko?”
Well, that cleared my head pretty quickly, and I raised both hands in supplication.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, pleadingly. “Didn’t mean to insult you, Nana b0s0mba. The sound behind that door scared me, that’s all. I’m sorry.”
He nodded and suddenly snapped his right hand, plucking a green apple from the air. He looked at it carefully, and then he bit into it. His eyes then came back to my face.
“Do you want an apple, Mr. Biko?” he asked calmly.

I shook my head in exasperation.
“Stop offering me apples, Nana b0s0mba, please,” I said in a desperate voice. “I won’t eat your apples! Look at me, an old man at twenty-six years, when I had not eaten any apple from you! What will happen to me when I eat your apple?”
He chuckled and bit into his apple.
“Your process of growing old with more experience has nothing to do with my apples, Mr. Biko,” he said as he chewed.
I nodded, my eyes sad.

“And so, I’m still going to grow old and die,” I said softly.
“Yes, Mr. Biko, you’re growing old, and you will die soon,” he replied, bit several parts of the apple, and then he tossed it into the air.
“If you want me to die so quickly why did you intervene today?” I shouted at him, my heart suddenly weak with the sudden realization that indeed, this man had put a curse on me. “Why didn’t you let them lash me to death to appease your anger?”
“Akos demanded in her letter to me that I shouldn’t let you go through physical pain, Mr. Biko,” he said calmly. “I saved you because of the wishes of my daughter!”
“Because of her wishes?” I asked painfully. “Her wish was for you to release me! You didn’t do that! You cursed me instead! Please, Nana b0s0mba, I’m so sorry about Akos and all the other things I did to those girls! Please forgive me and release me from this curse! Nana, please!”
He tossed the apple pith, and as always it disappeared in mid-air.

“Like I told you the other time, Mr. Biko, it is absolutely too late to feel sorry,” he said gently. “Just try to enjoy the rest of your days on earth, because you’re still growing with more experience, and you will die. Yes, you will die, Mr. Biko.”
The pain was like a hot iron in my chest.
Slowly, broken, I dropped to my knees on that forest floor and looked at him with a face ridden with remorse.