Tiit For Tat - S01 E32

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Tiit For Tat - S01 E32

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

“If you give your trust to someone who does not deserve It, you actually give him the power to destroy you- Khaled Saad.

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[Mike’s Viewpoint ]

To my greatest surprise, It was ________Forson Adeyemi !

From the look of things,He had become a “big man”. He even had body guards escorting him like a V.I.P.

Forson Adeyemi was my classmate in primary school. He was one of the laziest students in class but most loved by women because of his great sense of humour. I used to laugh at him then. I had not set my eyes on him for a long time now.

“How do you know I was locked up in there?” I asked.

“I saw the news on Lagos TV that a boy by name Mike Ebuka had been arrested by the Nigerian immigra

tion Officers for duping the famous Nigerian Billionaire Toby Roy and trying to cross the border to Benin.

” I even saw your pictures on the TV. So I decided to come and help you. After all, what are old friends for? I met the officer in charge , negotiated with him and lined his pocket with a few naira and he decided to let you go. You know in Nigeria,bribery and corruption is a way of life.You can even buy

Nigerian citizenship with a few Nairas.Once I met a guy who look like a Ghanaian but was having a Nigerian Passport so I began to interrogate him. He wanted to work in my company.

One of the questions I asked him was the state he came from. Unconsciously, he told me he was from Ashanti State. I told him there was no state in Nigeria called Ashanti State. It was then that he confessed to me he bought our passport with money. That day, I cry, oh!!! Nigeria, have we reached that stage where we have to sell the pride of our nation for a few coins?

“Do you know what broke my heart the most?”

No, I answered.

He ended up impregnating my cousin!! The idiot banged my cousin and plant a Ghanaian seed in her. Then he ran away.

I forgot my predicament and became more curious in his story.

I asked, “so what happened later?”

He gazed at me for a while. His silence spoke volumes. Finally he said, hmmm. That foolish girl Ayomide escape from her father’s house and followed her Ghanaian lover to Ghana.

“I suppose she really loved him” I stated.

” some loves are foolish loves. How do you expect a man to respect you if you get pregnant fir him and give birth without him paying a dime on your head? No wonder her father disowned Her!”

” Aww, so sad” I said.

He now turned his attention to me fully.I was happy he had come to rescue me at a time where all hopes seemed lost. But the nagging question in my mind was

“How did he become that rich and powerful?”

Forson carried me in Highlander Car to his Magnificent mansion. He asked me to stay in his house for as long as I wanted.

I asked him how he became rich and he said, ” if you really want to make big money in Nigeria and become powerful, I can take you to a Malam who could direct you to the path of riches and power.

Do you want to give it a try?”

“Well, I want to try.”

The next day he took me to a malam in a very thick forest.

He introduced me to the malam and said I wanted to make big money. The Malam looked at me and said,” My son, money making is not for the faint-hearted so I suggest you go back and think about it very well. Come back in three days time.

1 Timothy 6:10 kept ringing in my mind.

” For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.”

Though I initially decided not to go back to the Malam, the glamour and candour with which Forson told me the source of his wealth added to the physical evidence of what wealth and power could do to change my current predicament made me change my mind.

Even the parrhesia* of the Malam was admirable. His words kept ringing in my ears ” My son, money making is not for the faint-hearted so I suggest you go back and think about it very well. Come back in three days time ”

Curious to see how the malam would make me rich,I returned after the three days.This time Forson only took me there and left after chatting privately with the Malam.

After he left , The Malam said to me, “My son,I can see you are determined to become rich. Now this is what will happen,You see that small enclosure there?” He pointed towards a secluded area, ” there is a coffin inside. You will sit in it for three days. I will give you three eggs. At every midnight ,you must eat one of the eggs raw for the three days.

On the third day, you will eat the last egg at midnight and swim in the river at the heart of this forest.

When you finish bathing in the river , you must walk naked back to my shrine. I will present you to the gods for the final purification. After the purification, you NEED to sleep with a virgin because virginity symbolised purity.

Once you sleep with the virgin, make sure you wipe her blood with a white handkerchief I will give you. Then you will recite some incantations I will give you. After the incantation, burn the handkerchief and put the ashes into a sack.

Place the sack in your room. Don’t open it for three days. On the fourth day, open it. It will be filled with money. The more you remove the money from that sack, the more the money will multiply and voilá,Your heart desires will be meet. You will be rich !!

The Malam had a servant boy who seemed to like me. He took me to the small enclosure to begin my ritual. On the way,the boy servant told me that my friend Forson had brought me there to be offered to the goddess by name “Sasakumala” as a sacrifice.

He told me to escape before the third day or else the priest’s killers would kill me when I became weak and emaciated .

He said his name was Tabuki. His words shocked me to the bones. Forson Adeyemi had brought me to his malam as a sacrificial lambs? Wonders shall never end. Trust is indeed a risk.

I stayed in the small enclosement for two days because the place was heavily guarded. On the third day,there was a big festival in the forest . I don’t know what the festival was about.The guards got drank. I took my chance and escaped from the enclosure with the help of Tabuki.

I was scared to venture into the thick beastly forest. It’s dangerous.

I could encounter lions or tigers or even giant snakes.

How could I pass through this beastly looking forest alone?

Suddenly a white light encircled me. I closed my eyes due to the radiance. Then I saw a woman wearing a white garment moving towards me.

Her face was emitting bright light,brighter than the sun. She looked familiar to me. I can’t forget that look.

“MOTHER!!!!!” I exclaimed.

“My son,Take heart. Do not let fear intimidate you. No Victory is won by fear. Rise up like a lion, you are my only surviving son. Rise up and fight. Conquer your fears. I tell you ,you have more power within you than you think.

All great achievers are those who face their fears and conquer them.

Fear is the greatest killer of dreams that ever roamed planet earth.

Fear is that voice inside you that says you can’t.The voice that gets louder and stronger every time you listen. Every time you let fear dictate your decision, fear grows stronger. Fear grows BIGGER.

So Rise up and be a warrior.

Don’t trust anyone.Letting someone know your vulnerabilities, is the only way to let them know that you trust them. You are not just letting them know about you or your secrets, but you are giving them the power to destroy you. Be careful son. Make me proud. Give me justice. Get back our legacy. Get it! Get it!! .Get it.!!!”

I was transfixed. I don’t know whether it was an apparition or a dream.

“Ssswwwwwiiiisss”..

Suddenly the whole forest was plunged into total darkness again as my mother disappeared.

With such an inspiration, I rushed into the forest. After struggling in the forest throughout the night, I saw a junction and followed the route. Luckily I saw a taxi passing by.The taxi driver agreed to take me to the town. I got to the town and pass through an illegal route (beat) into Benin. From there I boarded a bus to Ghana, a country I have heard so much about while I was in Nigeria. People say Ghana and Nigeria are like twin brothers.

Hmmm.

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What will be Mike’s fate in Ghana?

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