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Love Of Christ Expressed:a Short Story by adeoyun(m): 12:43pm On Nov 06, 2016 |
About three phones have gone missing in our
room
in the past five months. When we reported to the
School's security, they only told us that it was a
roommate that is responsible. Everyone of us in
the room was waiting for the day we will catch
the culprit.
Last Tuesday, when we were all asleep; I think
it was about 2 am, Ben woke up suddenly and
his phone was gone. His phone was the
most expensive of us all. When Ben woke up and
couldn't find his phone, he sprang up from the
bed and quickly opened his cupboard. He
rummaged the contents, even removed his clothes
but could still not find the phone.
I was in the room when it happened; sitting and
reading before I dozed off with my heading
resting on my books. So when Ben couldn't find
his phone, he gently shook my shoulders until I
woke up. 'It has happened again', he told me.
I didn't even need to ask what happened as I
could see the panic and loss written in his eyes.
This is the second time his phone had been
stolen. So I took my phone and dialed Ben's
number; just to be sure it had not been
misplaced. 'Error in Connection' was what I saw
on the screen of my phone. I dialed it again and
it started ringing not just on my phone, but the
actual ring tone of Ben's Samsung phone was
faintly audible.
We were both surprised when we heard the tone.
I beckoned on Ben to keep quiet as he was
visibly ready to 'finish' the person who took
his phone. I continued dialing as we moved
silently, following the direction of the ring tone.
There were four bunks in the room, each with two
bed spaces. Ben and I use the same bunk just
beside the door and the sound was coming from
the last bunk at the extreme left corner.
We tiptoed, Ben and I, like Jack Baeur until we
traced the sound to the top bed space on the
last bunk. 'So it is John who had been stealing
phones in this room'. Ben whispered to me.
We shook his leg and woke him up only to find
out it was not John sleeping on the mattress.
Neither of us had ever seen the guy
before. To make matters worse, the ringing was
coming
from the bag he was using as pillow.
When he woke up, he looked at us strangely as if
he didn't know why we were there.
We opened the bag and found not just Ben's
Samsung, but three other phones. 'So, you are
the one who's been
stealing our phones!'; Ben shouted at him.
Before he could find an excuse, Ben slapped him
on his left cheek and walked out looking for
anything to break one or two of the guy's bones.
I don't know; but there was something about the
guy. So I asked him,
'Oga, what are you doing here?' 'What are you
doing with Ben's
phone'. He was just looking at me without
saying anything, so I slapped his right cheek with
my left hand.
'ANSWER ME!', I screamed at him; waking up
the roommates who were around. John had
obviously gone to night
class to read and I assumed the other three
roommates who
were absent had also gone to read.
The two guys remaining in the room
with me and Ben came and gave their own round
of slaps. The accused was now staggering when
Ben came back with a long wood hard enough to
kill the guy. As he raised it up, the three of us,
the roommates, held his hands so he wouldn't
murder the accused. Ben dropped the wood and
swept
his right leg against the thief's legs and he fell
down. Ben had told me before that he had
attended the Soldiers' recruitment training but
failed the medical test. I believed him right then.
I looked at the guy crumple on the floor and
before Ben killed him, I decided to interview him,
at least to know who he is. He was now sitting
on the ground where he landed from Ben's force.
'Who are you?' I asked him again; this time gently.
He was crying but it was only the tears that
were
coming out. It was then I realized he had not
even uttered a word since it all started. Not
even when he fell to the ground. 'Why are you in
our room'? I asked again. 'Can you even talk?' He
shook his head then. I was now confused. Why
was he shaking his head?
So, I asked again, 'Can't you talk?' He shook his
head again. 'Wait, is it that this guy is dumb?', I
asked the guys.
The guy then nodded his head and pointed to his
mouth and then shook his head left to right. It
hit me then. The guy is dumb but not deaf. That
was the first time I am seeing a case like that.
My anger changed to pity immediately. 'Are you
dumb?', I ashamedly asked the guy to confirm.
Again, he nodded his head.
'Can you read and write?' He nodded again. 'Get
me a pen and note!' I said to my roommates
over my shoulder. I collected the pen and wrote
on the note, 'Who are you? Explain yourself.' I
was almost in tears as I read his fine
handwriting, 'My name is James, I am John's
elder brother. I am a student of Delta State
University. I was traveling to Delta but our bus
stopped for the
night at Benin. So I decided to sleep with my
brother till tomorrow morning. He
brought me here around 12 am and went out to
night class to read. He gave me the bag to keep
for him. So I decided to use it as pillow so that
it won't be stolen'.
I held the note with the guys at my back as all
of us read it. I became so weak I almost
fell.� 'The guy is innocent.' I needlessly
announced.
When we realized this, even I was ashamed of
myself.
Ben just stood there with the wood he almost
used to hit him, looking as if he was the one who
had been beaten. I am not sure, but I think I
saw tears in his eyes as he realized he had just
punished an innocent
man.
So we knelt down; Ben and I, we knelt down and
clasped our hands so he will know we were really
sorry. With tears in our eyes, we told him, 'We
are sorry. Sorry for accusing you wrongly and
beating you for it'. The dumb guy just smiled with
bleeding lips from the blow I gave him. He smiled
and looked into
our eyes. And I could see pity in his eyes. He
smiled and shook his head and then wrote in
the same paper. 'It is Alright. I took the pain
willingly. Please don't beat my brother anymore. I
knew why you were beating me. John had always
been a thief, right from home. But please don't
report or beat him again'.
Tears dropped from my eyes as I read his
sacrifice. He deliberately allowed us
beat him just so that John will be free. I lend
my hand and raised him up as I used my
cloth to wipe the tears from his face and blood
from his lips. It was then my own tears flowed
from the corners of my eyes.
..
Although this story is 100% fiction, this is what
Jesus did for us on the cross of calvary. kept
quiet and even died so that we can be saved.
He never protested his innocence but bore it all
for us. He gave his life for you. What have you
given for him?
Return d life to Him, He's in Love with us. |
Re: Love Of Christ Expressed:a Short Story by Hoseaovo(m): 1:21pm On Nov 06, 2016 |
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