Must Read: The Devil Wears Okrika (A Story By Souloho19) - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Must Read: The Devil Wears Okrika (A Story By Souloho19) - Season 1 - Episode 9

The team had been set up in a 3 bedroom bungalow. The house belonged to pastor Bartholomew and he had offered it to the team for the duration of the crusade. Osi wondered where the pastor himself would be staying. He made up his mind to ask him.

“What kind of meeting is this? For how many hours? This is quarter to three!” the deacon asked loudly from the bedroom. He had taken one room, Bukky being a female had a room to herself, that left Osi, the driver, Gregory and Ovie with the last room. Ovie being direct and straight forward had wanted to join the deacon saying the rooms ought to be shared two to one. Osi had restrained him saying the three seater in the parlour had looked tempting.

“With all due respect, pastor this your humility would make people like the deacon think you’re a fool they could ride on” Ovie said

“The Lord exalts the humble and humbles the proud and arrogant” Osi replied. He patted Ovie on the shoulder when he apologized and went to the kitchen to check on Bukky.

Bukky was preparing jellof rice in the kitchen. She was pleased with the utensils she had met. The driver had helped her carry the foodstuffs from the bus through the back door. He was currently outside cleaning the bus.

Osi walked into the kitchen “Something smells nice”

“Brunch is almost ready” she replied with a smile

“Brunch this is too late for brunch already”

“That’s true…its almost 3 o’clock. God
I’m starving……where are you going?” she asked Osi as he headed towards the back door.

“I’d like to stroll round a bit, farmiliarize myself with the village.. I’d be back soon”

“Please don’t get lost oh”

He chuckled opening the door “I promise I won’t”

The mention of her late mother had brought to many painful memories. Amara walked the lonely path with her mind faraway. Her mother had died two years ago after battling diabetes for more than a decade. Her mother had been beautiful. kind and she had een her daughters best friend and their confidant. Amara remembered the talks they used to have while her mother plaited her hair in her favourite style
(cornrows) or while they prepared dinner.
Suddenly she missed her mother so much her heart ached, she yearned to speak to her. Without knowing it, she headed towards the path away from home, where her mother was buried.

The devil watched her as she approached the grave site. After the meeting, he had watched her walk alone and on impulse had followed her at a distance. He couldn’t believe his luck when she had chosen the path that was lonely and surrounded withy grass and trees. He could feel himself growing immediately hard as she squatted down to run her hands along the marble surface of the grave yard.

The devil imagined the different ways he would have Amara and he couldn’t wait anymore. He imagined laying her lifeless body on the grave when he was through with her. He couldn’t wait anymore….no….he had to have her now!

Speaking to her mother always brought her comfort and made her feel better. She talked about anything she could think of from what she had prepared for breakfast to her younger sister, to Oluchi and Paul and the stranger(s) she had seen that morning.

“He was very tall, I was surprised to see them but Pa Kenneth explained that they’re pastors here for a crusade”

She suddenly felt a presence behind her and heard the breaking of dry leaves. She whirled around and gasped “You!”