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PRELUDE

The judge had spent the entire night preparing his ruling and much of the morning reading it. It was about noon now and he looked spent. He was grim-visaged. His voice was hoarse. One more hour of this marathon and the voice would be gone. But no fatigue could prevent mr Justice Umu from taking advantage of this singular opportunity for theatricals.

"From the facts before me," he said, "I can only come to one conclusion....." He paused. Leaning forward from his chair, the judge looked like a deadly reptile about to strike.
Umu simply could not help himself. He had to be dramatic. But his audience patience was wearing thin. One more theatrical delay, and they might react.

The jugde finally concluded, "that the accused person is guilty as charged."
Ayo stood stupefied.
Guilty! He thought. He, Ayo Badejo was guilty of murder!
At that moment, before the judge said another word, Ayo knew what the sentence would be.
Death!
He would die by hanging!
But it cannot be!

Ayo soon fell into retrospection. He was back on the scene of his crime. He recalled it all - the trial, the crisis, the shot and the death.
I KILLED OF COURSE, BUT I COMMITTED NO MURDER. I HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY, AND WILL HAVE TO DIE. I WILL BE SLAIN LIKE A MAD HOUND.
Where had he gone wrong? He asked himself. Wasn't it meritotius to love one's country - and one's woman - the way he did? Was it a crime to seek to create a blissful new world in which everyone was a little less greedy and everyone a little happier.

One half of his mind responded: OF COURSE IT IS. WHAT BECOME OF VULTURES IF THE EARTH IS SWEPT OF CARCASS?
The other half countered: IT CANNOT BE WRONG TO SEEK A BETTER WORLD

Tbc

sylvar02:
cool! can it feature on ma blog?

Yes u can

No one wanted to be left out. Even invalids were determined to be there. The lame arranged to be carried to the venue. The blind paid to be led there. The man whose word had never failed was at it again. And news had gone round that on this day, he would make the greatest prediction of his career.

Only those in attendance could appreciate how firmly Asejire commanded the people's attention. Ayo Badejo was there. As he hacked his part through the crowd to the door, he thought of the church as an over-inflated balloon,about to burst. New paths are being created in desperate efforts to gain access to the Elijah Church of Christ.

Outside the building, scores perched on trees. Inside, huddled masses filled every inch of space, kicking and pushing one another in a bid to see the man whom they have come to listen to. Few succeeded, but those who failed were merely spared from disillusion. For there was nothing remarkable in the appearance of the man who lay near the altar. He did not even look like the prophet that he was.

The congregation knew better. The worshippers had long learnt to respect, to fear Prophet Asejire, especially whenever he was in trance. For several days, they have waited for this hour. The moment, the appointed hour - 12 noon - was only minutes away. As they shoved and thrust forward, the spectators strained their ears to catch the words of the great seer.

Tbc

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