Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 40
I refused to call Amaka and so deleted her number so I won’t have to dial her number by mistake.
Mum still didn’t get her solution from her prophet after two weeks. Nobody felt joy in the house, every one seem to be gloomy because of my elder brother who was still detained in the police custody .
Ruth made sure I didn’t bother much, she always comes back from work with 3 litters of ice cream and meat barbecue. She knows how to make a man feel loved, and a submissive partner in bed. She is just an ideal woman for a lucky dude. But its crazy that in all, I still loved Sandra who is married to a general.
I went to the bathroom after a romantic sex with Ruth at her place . On my return I saw my phone in Ruth’s hand, and her countenance portrayed trouble.
” Sandra sent you a text ” she said handing my phone to me.
I collected the phone from her wondering what could have been the content of the text. I opened it, and it read thus :
‘ my sugar sweet Mike. Words can’t tell how I have missed you. Sorry I haven’t called, my husband has been too childish of late. My honey pot craves for your sweet pipe…. ‘
Then I stopped reading. I looked at Ruth whose eyes were clouded in tears my heart dropped. I put the phone aside thinking of a lie to defend myself.
” so you are still seeing Sandra Mike? I thought you said you don’t want anything to do with her? ” she said as tears dropped down her cheeks.
I went to her reeking of guilt and tried to hold her but She pushed me away.
” am I not good enough for you? Why are you doing this to me Mike? ” her voice shook in a suppressed sob.
I felt helpless, but her tears hurt me so bad. Ruth has been nothing but good to me and right now I am hurting her. So I came closer to her again and said in a low pathetic tone.
” I reconciled with her because of my brother. We need money to bail him and we can’t raise that amount of money from anywhere. Please baby, understand, it’s a sacrifice I had to…. ”
” Sandra is every Mans fantasy she’s not a sacrifice !”. She interrupted in a low shout. ” stop this cheap lies and accept that you’re cheating on me with her “. She said crying bitterly.
” am sorry. I left Sandra because of you, I came back to her because of my brother. Please understand, she can be our only redeemer “. I said, trying to cuddle her, but she moved away from me.
I bent in front of her holding her hands begging for her forgiveness and for her to stop crying. Her tears tore my heart in shreds.
She raised her head and looked at me, her face was covered in tears and catarrh. She tried to control herself before saying.
” Promise you won’t see her again. I don’t want to loose you Mike , Sandra is more than a competition for me ” she said and started crying again.
I held her, hugging her tight to myself.
” I am not going anywhere baby, you are not going to loose me to anyone and always know that you are twice more attractive than her. ” with these words kissing her hair.
She held me tight and sobbed on my bare chest. I kept reassuring her and kissing her hair.
Later that day at my place, I read the rest of the text. Sandra was coming to town in a week time. I felt so happy inwardly but kept my cool coz of what happened earlier at Ruth’s. I still felt a little guilt in me.
My mum had told me the previous day that we were going to see the prophet who collected money from her. I knew this was going to be trouble. But I followed her all the same.
We got there, as usual a large crowd waited for him. Judging by the snake like queue, we were not even going to see the prophet next week. So my mum took her chance by force. She went straight to the entrance of the prophets office, while I followed behind. Two guys who were not up the kind that can pose as a problem to me stopped her.
” Madam, please wait for your turn” . One of them said, gently pushing her backwards.
” it’s urgent, tell your prophet that Mr’s Angela is here. He knows me very well. She said, still trying to push herself in.
I felt slightly embarrassed, I wanted to suggest we come back the next day to get a number, but mum wasn’t in the mood for any rational reasoning.
” Madam, please go back! ” the second came and pushed her in a way she almost fell.
This got to me that I spontaneously pushed him in a swift reflex. He fell on a chair and both him and the chair fell on the ground.
I went to my mum, trying to reason with her to leave and come back the next day, but she started moving in to the office again ignoring anything from me . The other guy intercepted her, closed the entrance to the prophets office with his body, still resisting my mum with his hands, though cautious of my presence.
The second guy stood up, came to me as though to fight. I wasn’t ready for a fight so I cautiously avoided him. Mum rushed infront of him and said.
” you want to beat up an old lady right? Alright, go ahead! Beat!! ” she said shouting and pushing the guy with her chest.
I felt terribly embraced, people had gathered already, the place was in a frenzy. Mum wasn’t making it easy for me as she was screaming on top her voice.
Finally the prophet asked to meet with her when the news got to him that mum was creating a scene outside . Perhaps he did it so that my mum doesn’t say what he did to her, and so indirectly discouraging the new comers.
” why is my son still in prison?” my mum said the moment we entered the prophets office .
” Please have a sit” . The bulky man said relaxed in his chair.
She hesitated a little then took a sit and sat down, I followed.
” why is my boy still in prison prophet? Please tell me ! I cant be sleeping in my comfy bed while my child rots in cell after giving you such huge amount of money.” she said obviously trying with all her will power to suppress venomous words.
The prophet adjusted himself, sat up to rest his hands on the table. He looked at both I and mum, smiled and said.
” people of little faith. Why are you questioning god’s ways? Don’t you know that your current action may have provoked god to take back his favour? ” he paused, looked at us to see if his words were sinking, then continued. ” I saw god discussing with an angel last night in a vision concerning your issue, the angel has been sent already, I don’t know if the angel will carryout the job anymore because of what you just did”. He sat back on his chair looking at us with a hand stroking his long goatee.
” you mean the angel was going to deliver the work? ” mum said, looking bewildered.
” of course! ” he said. Adjusted his sit, then continued. ” now we have to appease the angel. Moreover it’s not even up to 20 days yet and you’re complaining . I told you 20 days fasting will be conducted for your son. My fasting group are still on the fast and you came to spoil it. The blame is on you ma ” . He said and started operating his laptop.
I felt all these drama was becoming too childish and the annoying thing was that mum was buying all the craps. So I said in anger.
” my guy! Please, tell the angel not to worry, we are no longer interested. Please return back our money. ”
Mum looked at me in shock. The prophet couldn’t believe his ears, his jaw dropped as he looked at me stunned.
” shut up boy! Mind how you talk to a man of god ” . Mum said, pushing me. ” please sir, forgive him. He’s just a boy”. She pleaded on my behalf.
The prophet, was still looking at me with an opened mouth. As soon as mum finished begging, he got hold of himself and said.
” do you want to die boy? Don’t you know you can go mad right here for insulting me? ” he rose from his sit as he talked.
” you can’t do anything!” I said standing to meet his gaze. “Better bring our money now before I turn this place upside down. ”
Mum who was afraid started begging me to stop.
” woman talk to your son!” he said pointing at me. ” Does he know who I am?”
” who are you?! ” I said walking towards him.
I was completely ragged. How mum sold up things at home to gather the money this fat man is trying to fool us to collect removed a nut from my head. And when I get this way nobody can stop me. I held the prophet on his white long caftan. Pushed him to the wall. He started shouting, calling security. Mum was busy trying to pull my hands away from him but it was a wasted effort.
The two security men outside came in. I left the prophet, picked up the chair prophet sat on. Descended on the first guy that came to me ( which was the one I pushed earlier ) he moved backwards in a hurry. I flung it at him and the chair landed on his head and immediately blood started poring out. The second guy was too afraid to attack, so I turned back to the prophet who tried to run away. I held him on his neck hard, pushed him on the table. The laptop fell on one side and the books scattered.
” give us our money today” I said. With my hands on his neck and his back on the table. He struggled in vain trying to get me off him by pushing my face.
” call the po -po-lice” the prophet struggled to tell the guy who was afraid to approach me.
He immediately started dialing. Mum hearing ‘police’, started crying, begging me to stop. By now the entrance of the office was crowded. Some able bodied guys rushed in and pulled me off the prophet.
” tell him to give us our money, he’s a fraud this man. ” I screamed as they dragged me out of the office. Mum followed behind, crying and shouting :
” you people should leave him alone!”. Mum yelled as they dragged me out of the office.
I freed myself from their grip, quickly picked up a stone from the floor and stood ready to fight anyone who attacked first .
Mum intercepted, stood in front of me yelling. ” leave him alone!”.
The whole place was in a complete brouhaha. Everyone shouted on top of their voices. As they were about lynching me a gentle middle aged man stepped in to my defense, he pulled me to a side in company of two elderly men