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EPISODE 43



As each step pounded hastily on the floor towards me, my heart pounded in same weight and rhythm.

Capon had just described the location of Amanda’s casket where I was hiding.
The next few seconds he should be opening the casket and that would be the end of me.

But what could he be looking for?
Could it be that he had come for the succulent parts, just like pastor Salami.
Whatever he was coming for, I knew that it was nothing but evil.

The steps drew closer. I could tell that he was already inches away from me.

My heart began to bleed in regret.
‘Why did I even enter this casket in the first place? I could have just hidden behind one of those freezers; I would not have listened to them, I would have just done it my own way’
Then I remembered that I did not have a chance of choice, the spirits had decided it all.
Why were they so short sighted, what kind of an oversight is this?

They said they wanted me to do something for them. What could it be, could it be that I was to be captured by Capon first before I could do whatever it was, or this is an oversight indeed?

I felt the fridge shake.

I heard a sound like someone opening a cell tape, somehow I guessed it was a nylon gloves; I was not wrong.

My heart beat doubled in pace and weight.

So this is my end.
My eyes became cloudy with tears of betrayal, how could these spirits deceive me.
No! This is not a strange happening; the legless shoe had done same to Amanda, however I was too dumb as not to learn from it, it had killed Amanda and now I am the next target- this must be the sacrifice.
I could now better understand the phrase-‘Let them sleep together’
Its no room, it is in death-
My brain sent out expanding waves of realization, it was as if a veil just dropped from mine eyes.

I began to curse the spirits in my mind.

Suddenly I heard sorrowful voices speaking at the same time-
‘No you are not going to die, he is going to die’

‘Who?’

‘Capon’

‘Then kill him before he opens the casket’

‘No kill him. That is what we want you to do’

Before I could say anything, capon opened the casket.
Cold shivers raced through my spine as I beheld his ruthless face.

He wore his gloves perfectly as he bent to see his tide.
A small knife was on his right hand, he had used same hand to open the casket
I heard him say as he was opening it-
‘Oh succulent parts for Libido strength!’
There was a powerful wave of vexation in my mind.

I heard the voices speak strongly-
‘Kill him, now!’

I had never killed someone before,
Nevertheless, by the time I heard the voices say-
‘He killed Amanda!’
I did not know where the strength came from.

As capon bent his head to look inside the casket-, the last and only word his lips managed to uttered was-
‘David’

Immediately I had landed him a very heavy blow on his lower jaw, driving it upwards in clenched fist like a jubilant throwing his hands into the air in uncontrolled excitement. My teeth clenched as I sunk the punch into his jaw.
The blow jammed his jaw together vehemently, a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth without a choice and covered my face.
I could hear the shattering in his mouth, some of his teeth had danced to the music.

He staggered, and tried to gain balance. I knew that the next thing on his mind was to attack me. He tried to grip the small knife in his right hand, however before he could try that, I stood on my kneels, still on Amanda’s body, and gave him another undertaking blow from his lower jaw, I made this one harder, and with the pain of seeing Amanda dead my strength was more than you could ever think of.

As the blow crushed his lower jaw. His teeth gnashed again, a piece of his tongue dropped to the ground soaked in blood. This time more blood spiced with teeth flew out from his mouth, I avoided it from splashing on my face. His knife dropped into the casket and as a matter of haste, I picked it up.

Oh-but it was too late, he threw his hands into the air in pain and anguish. Suddenly I did not know how it happened; he fell helplessly with his back to the ground. I did not know if it was just my blow, or the spirits had assisted in pushing him down.


It was so fatal because behind him was not a leveled ground at all, there was another fridge meters behind him, as he fell, his head fell on the fridge while his rest body suspended in the air for some seconds.
It was just his head on the other freezer and his feet supported on Amanda’s freezer that kept him hanging in the air.

As expected, I heard a crack as he tried to struggle, his neck broke like biscuit; his broken neck slide down the fridge, measuring it from top to base. He crashed to the ground, dead.
As his body crashed, his head slanted to the left, already the only thing that held the neck was the flesh around it.
Blood mixed with saliva gushed from his mouth like tap water.
Soon, his nose joined and he bled profusely.

I jumped out from Amanda’s casket immediately, anger yet burned in my mind, I was ready to stab him even though he was dead.

I stood in front of him, holding the knife in a stabbing position, standing as if waiting for him to wake up and then attack him again.

As I looked at him, hate welled my heart the more.
All I saw on the screen of my mind, was Amanda’s spirit calling out to me-
‘David, help me, avenge my blood to the fullest!’

‘You have the effrontery to kill my lover Sandra, as if that was not enough you went ahead and killed Amanda. Yet that was still not enough for your insatiable foolishness, you had the guts to stand up in the middle of the night and haunt down her body, oh your plan was to cut away he private parts for your refreshment-’

‘You have killed her, what else do you want? You still trouble her in death when she ought to take the deep sleep of eternal rest.
You are a fool you have paid for your sins in full!
You demon, you son of the devil, you blood sucking cannibal- argggh!”

I stooped down in anger full of emotions, I did not know when I began to stab him angrily on his chest region, as I stabbed him tears fell from my eyes, as the tears fell, I continued the more, the only thing that stopped me was the pain I began to feel in my muscles.

His blood gushed out, and as I saw the blood flow out, I felt satisfaction and slight relief.

Suddenly I looked at him with a different eye; I had just killed someone so ruthlessly without a second thought.
I looked at him, I felt a little of pity and a plethora of hate simultaneously.
My two hands fell beside me in what looked like frustration, or emotional heart attack.

‘Aaaaaaaargh!’ I gave a loud shriek of relief.

I stood up in strength to face Amanda lifeless body; her casket remained opened-

‘I have avenged your death my love, this is just one, I would bring down this empire with my own hands, and this place of evil, this home of cannibals, this set of murderers would be no more.
But only little did I know of what lurked me in my dark future-

As I mentioned the word ‘murderer’, my heart struck a harsh chord of condemnation-
‘You are also a murderer, in fact the latest murderer in the world- what make you better than them’

No way! I was not ready to succumb to that weak thought. I hardened my heart and replied my mind in boldness and ruthless guts-
‘-it is self defense, simply self defense, it is not a sin to God- I have not sinned it was simple self defense’ I consoled my self

A drop of tear rolled down my cheeks almost entering my mouth, I quickly cleaned it. As I cleaned it I discovered that it felt sticky and viscious, I took a look at my palm and discovered that it was blood, Capon’s.

I looked down on his bleeding body.
‘Even if I die now, at least I have wrought my vengeance’
I told my self assuredly.


Suddenly I heard a knock on the door again. The knocks were heavy and anxious-
I quickly stooped down beneath the freezer n front of me.

I dug my hand inside capon’s trousers and found a handkerchief I did not mind if he had used it to blow his nose or whatever, I picked it up and used it to wipe my face.
There must be no single drop of blood on my face.

After cleaning my face, I looked at my shirt, there were about two splashes, I quickly cleaned it.

Then it occurred to me that cleaning was no option at all.
I was the only person in the room and no mater how clean I look it would not change anything, I would still be tagged the killer. Who will ever imagine that a boy of seventeen killed a muscular and diabolic man with his bare hands without sustaining the slightest injury? Yet he was the leader of an occult group

No one would ever believe, I would just tell them that some ballistic spirits had done the work. Maybe I should injure my hand so that I would say that I was also attacked.

I would say that the spirits had left me because I was chosen, chosen was their word. After all, my death was to send them off from earth to the world where they belonged; they would see it even without me explaining so much.
If they ask me how I got here, I would simply say that it was Solomon who had told me to enter. Solomon would not be able to deny, because he left me in an unknown passage.

No that is all crap! This is a plan to kill me! These people want to kill me, it is their secret agenda; already Amanda is dead.

Who could be knocking? I wondered
Definitely, it must be the priest.
Suddenly I ran out of time and I had not decided what to do.
Something said I should kill.
I considered the idea in few seconds- after all the priest is quite old, I should be able to kill him without much struggle. However, using my bare hands would not just be dangerous but unadvisable.
This is a priest in question who has diabolical powers_ I became scared

Suddenly something came into my head.
I ransacked capon’s body and found what I was looking for.
I pulled out the small shotgun from his trousers and admired it with a wicked grin.
Shooting would not be a bad idea; I could handle a gun- I had never, but knew I could dare it; it was just about pulling the trigger with guts.

As I held it, I had a strange voice-
‘Capon are you there?’
The person stopped for a while as if observing the place.
By the time I heard the voice speak again, I knew it was Solomon.
He closed the door behind him and took some forward steps after which he stopped again.

I romanced my gun.

Suddenly, capons phone started ringing aloud-
His ringing tune was Thriller by Michael Jackson


Oh, you are there why then are you hiding sir, is all well.
Oh, I had also forgotten to close the freezer, bunch of errors I made things so easy for him.
I heard Solomon’s hasty steps approaching the phone.

I picked the up the phone and it rang on my hands.
I did not even have the time to check who was calling.
I picked up the phone and threw it backwards, luckily, it landed on his head, as planned-before the phone fell to the ground from his face, I jumped on my feet like a soldier, without wasting a second, I emptied four bullets into his chest.

His mouth opened into no words. He crashed to the ground after throwing his hands to the air in a form of surrender. He crashed with his face to the ground, dead.
Was I right to have killed him? He wanted to save me and backed out, beside, nobody must know what I have done.

In less than five minutes, I had killed two very important people in the Volturis Empire.
Suddenly, I discovered that the gun did not make any sound.
I looked at Solomon critically as if doubting his death. However, by the time I saw his blood streaming from four different fountains, I knew that his death was undoubtable.


I looked at Capon, then Solomon,
What is next-
Where am I supposed to go?
Already Amanda is dead and it is just myself and I- what is in that room Solomon pointed at? How do I deal with these dead bodies, already death await me on Friday how do I evaded that- I have just compounded my problems-
It suddenly occurred to me that I did not want to die, my previous bragging were just tantrums.
My heart became cold.
A cold fluid slide down my s-pine and sent all over my nervous system,
COLD SHIVERS.

i just took my time to read DAIRY from the beginin-
i must say mahn, youve got talent-
i cold feel the cold shivers tossin me from one pole of fear to another-

this my kind- im followin man

thumbs-

[quote author=E<R>F]LOL... Crazy David!


Make Love With the dead? I thought they argued not being dead?


Nice one Sire, How I wish you can update everyday...


Proposing to the dead? Lol.. I'm liking Amanda oh[/quote]EVERYDAY?
Hmmm-

[quote author=Voice of an Ink]READ MORE ON

#jayloyexten.[color=#770077][/color]

Visited your blog...it seems you are a master of captivating fictions. #Respect.[/quote]thanks bro-

[quote author=Voice of an Ink][color=#770077][/color]
Love the flow of emotions. Powerful imagery. This is spoken poetry itself on paper. Really sounded like a child from the womb. Wrote something similar sometimes ago titled 'the diary of an unborn child'. May create a thread on it.[/quote]thanks- * a lot
'VOICE OF AN INK'

Yeah a terrible babe from the abyss,
i would love to see yours to-
the title is a bit transfixin-

princesa: #Princesa allows the sane headed CY talk#


CY's perspective:
From the onset, I never really liked this award thingy, nor do i value comparisons among writers on this section, because it is likely to create rivalry and un-necessary competition amongst us, when we should be one big family, all budding authors improving ourselves and learning from each other. Not wiping up sentiments or clamoring for votes from our fans and forcing them to choose between writers!

For example, if Repogirl, Glowingscenes, Ishilove and underage works are grouped together and I, being a lover of all their works, is forced to choose from one of them, i definitely would feel bad and clueless, wanting not to hurt feelings or come out looking like a back-stabber


the Point is, we are all unique in our different ways, so why come up with a measuring scale for us?


The maiden edition of this award was very flawed, (I was grouped in fantasy for one when I never even wrote fantasy!)


plus Stories that were still running as at the time of the award, used it to their advantage by overtly and covertly hinting for fans to vote for them. Which is all Crap!

The poster of the year seems better and less sentimental, and that should stick, so please Mynd and co, go back to the drawing board...(and write ABC )...sorry that was Princesa speaking, wonder why she wont sleep

As i was saying, I've been a fan of this section for eons and...(I was thinking of contesting for Miss Literature section )...Princesa go to bed!

As i was still speaking, so lets just put this whole thing behind and forge forward okay, love you all

#Princesa gets irritated and speaks#

Now aunty Cy, pls go to bed, you think say nairaland na ur papa or husband farm, abeg commot for road Jo

# a hot fight ensues between Princesa and Cy#

fight!

Fight!

Fight!

#...and Princesa wins#

yeah yeah, una still dey here, is that a newbie called Mynd-55, oya come lets rock and roll, leave all this mofos alone



Una goodnight oh

well constructed argument-
the rivalry and chilvary plus acrimony uttered in cacophony due to such unnecessary battle of elephantism and lion junglism
would only break us instead of kniting us together as a big bunch where CESA strokes the hair of FOXY n FOXY does not react like a fox, for example- ;-))

well
maybe it has its way of encouragin writers
buh i from my vantage point and so many others-
i fink the bad
is badder than the good

oooops!
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I fainted
I did not know what happened thereafter, I only found my self on the same position as my eyes pushed its gates wide open.

The first thing I heard was a knock on the door. I almost jumped up at the sound.
My heart shook, which could that be. I could easily guess that it was either the priest’s or Solomon.
If Solomon, things could turn out fine, but if it the Priest, then only God would be able to narrate the experience after we had met face to face.

I began to hear voices around me; it was if I was in a noisy lecture theatre.

The voices were saying,
‘It is capon, it is capon- it is him’

My pulse raced, I could hear the way my heart pumped out blood like angry punches.
What could capon be looking for down here; this must be doom!
I sat up on the floor, and rubbed my face.
There was no time to think of Amanda’s death, here was mine. Could it be this spirits manipulating things to hurt me?

Pastor Salami’s words began to make sense in my head again. He had said that when I die, my spirit would become a roaming specter, at that time, I could wreck havoc on whoever had wronged me while I was yet alive.

The legless shoe must have been a lying spirit to tell us that we would be saved together.
Suddenly my heart began to melt; I had caused Amanda’s death I knew how-

As a tear was about to fall from my eyes for Amanda, I heard the knock on the door again.
I jumped up on my feet and jettisoned all my thoughts immediately.

I looked at the door. In front of it was capon on the outside.
The next moment he would open the door. Why has he not opened the door for seconds now?
Was that what I was supposed to do when I got to the door? Was I expected to get a reply from the spirits before I entered? Sure that was why the pushed me angrily on the floor.

Where can I hide? I asked my self.

‘Do not worry we will hide you and you would be saved’ the voices spoke.

‘How’ I asked looking for where to hide, but finding none. It was just a room.
The best I could do was hiding behind one of the freezers. However, if Capon’s mission is to find me, then there was no way he would not find me after a thorough search.
I wondered how it got to capon searching for me.

‘We will hide you’ the voice came again.

I almost got angry at their words, they are saying that they will hide me, and there was capon at the other side of the door. Where do they want to hide me? Can’t they simply stop the idiot from coming in just the way they forced me to enter? They could use same method to stop him from entering. As the thoughts were yet in my mind, I got an instant reply.

‘Surely he will come in, and we want you to do something’

‘What is that?’

Suddenly I became as light as air. I found myself standing on the air above the ground, about three feet from the ground; a gentle force moved me in the air like a gentle wind.

In few seconds, I found my self suspended in the air just beside Amanda’s freezer-casket.
My heart began to pant in pity. I had immediately forgotten that it was abnormal to stand on the air.
Suddenly, the casket opened by its self, and from above the ground, I could see Amanda’s lifeless body lying unclad inside the casket.

A tear fell from my eyes immediately, but before the tear could drop to the ground, I was turned horizontally, however I was still suspended in the air beside her casket. It was so fast that the same tear fell on my body, on my stomach to be precise.

In the twinkling of an eye, I was moved to the air above Amanda’s dead body. My face faced the ceiling, I could not see her body or the freezer, notwithstanding, I still perceived that I was directly above her body.

‘Please do not drop me inside here, it is better for Capon to get me than for me to lie down with the dead’

However, I suddenly remembered they do not like to been called dead so my appeal changed course immediately.

‘No you are not dead, but I cannot stay in the same casket with this human, her body is cold and she is naked, no please, just drop me, please, its better I die than experience this!”
I shouted; although my shootings’ did not go anywhere, they were just tiny whispers that sounded inside my head.
I tried to move my legs, and throw them in the air, but nothing happened, I tried to struggle, move my body, do something, but never, my body was as stiff as that of Amanda.

‘You do not know what you are saying, we are helping you, and you will help us to. Be calm, we would not hurt you- we love you’ the voices spoke

Immediately they finished speaking I began to drop gently inside the casket, just the way a casket is gently placed inside a trench during a burial ceremony-
The cover closed on me as I went in.

However, it did not close completely, and I did not land on the body either.
There was a little space left I was still suspended; I turned my face to the right to see the outside.
The first thing I saw was the door, my eyes narrowed to the knob, I saw the doorknob twisting down, Capon was already opening the door.

My heart began to beat faster, the knob pressed down. My casket was still opened.
‘What are these spirits waiting for?’
The door gave a loud hiss, as it sluggishly gave way like a strong-headed male child.

I began to beg to be dropped into the casket, it was no longer horrifying what was horrifying to me Capon meeting me there, God I am doomed!

I began to beg the spirits,
‘Please drop me in now, please, you said you will keep me from evil, please keep your word. Please do not let this man see me. He would kill me if he does. I know him very well; he is very ruthless! He has killed so many people, he has eaten so many flesh, please help me, and please do not change your mind, I maybe rude in my thoughts but please forgive me’
You would not believe that all I said I said in just three seconds. My voice wrangled like the sound of a dobbing cassette; I spoke with fear and panic.

Nevertheless, no voice replied me, and the casket was still slightly opened.

Finally, the door opened completely.

My heart shook as I saw the complete figure of Capon in his black over alls.
His broad shoulders, and the proud position his hands fell into, ministered fear to my mind.
Nevertheless, there was one good thing about the way he stood; he backed the room, so he could not see me.
He took three steps with his back inside the room, as he took the third step, the spirits dropped me into the casket, and the freezer closed.

As I landed, I almost bounced up because of the succulent parts beneath me.
Her body was well preserved; it was not strong and swollen. It was soft and moist like the skin of a girl beneath a shower.
The freezer smelt well, it was well perfumed.

I quickly turned with my front on Amanda’s naked body.
There was no space beside her; the width of the freezer could only accommodate one person.

Her body felt cold against mine. One foolish thing began to happen within me, waves like electric currents began to spark like high-tension cables. My manhood was so stupid; it began to erect with joy.

I looked straight into Amanda’s face; her beauty remained even in death. Her artificial hair were off, however, she was left with a small afro. She looked very cute on her afro.
Her eyes were opened but they had lost the spark I had saw when I first saw her, I closed her eyes, and whispered- ‘sleep’
Her lips were pouted as if she was about to groan in pleasures.

As I looked into her face, my heart began to burn with guilt.
I had caused her death somehow; I saw her going to death and did not stop her.

I could easily conclude that she had died when she followed the legless shoe. Probably the legless shoe was the priest and he had deceived us with his powers, mesmerized Amanda, taken her to a secret place, and killed her.

I should have known better,
That man is evil! When I saw the shoe and the note that popped out from it, I knew that nothing good could come out from the mysterious scene. However, I just had to trust something, anything.
I had watched Amanda follow the shoe down the passage; I never knew that that was the last time I would see her as a living soul.

I wept.

I held her cold face with my two hands, her face felt cold against my palms.

I was moved with emotions, I did not even know when I began to speak

‘I am sorry that I did this to you’ I started by taking the blame

‘I should have advised you. But what would I have done, I would have done anything for you, but life offered no way. You were only a victim of fate; please understand that if I had the chance to save you I would have saved you. I love you, even though it was at first sight, but I felt something for you, and there was no way I would have let you go, if I could keep you from going.’

‘Life has been so cruel to me; I do not know why I had to loose you both the same day. See I also lost my lover Sandra today; her head had been taken by a demonic pastor called Salami. She couldn’t even die a descent death; her head would be eaten or used for money making.’

‘God can bear me witness that when I saw you I thought that you were sent from heaven to comfort me. No mater how short, at least you could be of comfort before the day of our death. I thought we were both chosen, I never knew it was a lie. I also thought that the day of sacrifice was Friday, oh maybe capon has come to kill me as well, we were both deceived my love’

‘The legless shoe was an aberration, he had said that we were destined to be together, he had matched-made us. We both believed. Oh but we did not know, we could not perceive, we did not even have the slightest inkling that what he had in mind was your ruin. If you had known you would not have followed him, oh—‘

I wept strongly.

‘Amanda, listen to me, then you were mortal, then you were feeble, then you were weak, but now you are immortal, you are strong, nothing can hurt you, please take your vengeance- take it to the fullest.

‘I know how funny what I am about to say to you may sound; but its what I perceive possible. Please get me out of here.’

‘I promise you with my life that I would tell your parent of your unfortunate death, and of this empire of evil. I would tell them that you were not the only person victimized of this evil; there are so many other people and I should have been along side victimized if not for your help.’

‘ I would tell them, that you are not dead, your spirit lives on, moves on, breath on, and that your spirit would bring to them dividends of love, peace, hope, fortune, and all that would make their heart beat the sounds of joy.’

‘My love, after I tell them, I would bring the world down here and this empire shall be destroyed! This empire shall be swallowed up in victory; her foundations shall be nothing but sand, rumbles and pieces of ash.’

‘My love, after then, I shall gather your body in peace, and bring you to the grave of peace. I am a man of my words, remember my boldness; remember I eat fears like vegetables. Remember when I first met you in that passage, I thought you were a vampire, you acted like one, you came close, so close, the next thing that should have been on my mind was death, but I stood without fear, facing the ‘evil’ that stood before me, challenging it to a duel.’

‘My love, if had I lived in the days of David, I would have killed Goliath, if I lived in the days of Daniel, I would have eaten the flesh of the lions like the cannibals eat the flesh of humans. My love if I had lived in the days of Adolf Hitler I would have conquered the world in a day- if only I was opportune to see the suffering of the blacks, I would have even better than Abraham Lincoln brought out the blacks from slavery and servitude. But those are not our days, and you did not live in those days, I am now what all those great men were to the world to you. I am now the bravest in the world, the strongest, the most powerful. I swear, just bring me out of here, and I will by the virtue of my greatness pull down the walls of this Empire to her foundations, but before then, I would cuddle you in my arms, and in peace I shall lay you in your grave.’

‘My flowers shall kiss your feet every year, exotic flowers from all climes. Though your flesh may rot, and your bones decay, the memories of your love in my heart would last until the end of eternity-

‘Here is my proposal from the depths of my heart, let us work together.
Although the legless shoe may be lying when he matched-made us, but we could still be partners, work together, and as he said, we both will get out of this empire together, if I can truly remember what he had said, but I know it is after this semblance. Let us work together, let me be your hero even in death.’

‘I promise you that if you save me from this evil, when the world celebrates me for bringing down this Empire, your name shall be mentioned before mine, and no matter the gully erosion, your name shall remain on the sand of time.
My love let me be your hero!’


As I finished I did not know what I was waiting to hear-
Was she going to reply me? I strongly believed she had heard all my appeals.
From the little I know of spirits, they are not so loquacious, they love giving suspense.

Her body that crushed against mine was a big temptation.

‘Get off from that body, do not you want to make love with the dead’ I heard a jealous voice speak.

‘But I did not attempt that’ I replied the voice

‘I saw the thoughts coming, so strongly. Besides you must turn on your back now, there is something you must do’

‘But what is that, and are you Amanda?’ I asked the voice.

The voice did not reply.
Well, I believed that if truly it was Amanda’s voice I heard, then she must have heard all my pleadings.
When I saw that reply was not coming, I turned, letting my back ly on her front.

Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching me.

I strained my ears to hear properly.
I heard capons voice,

‘One, two- five, six, yes six- that is it, that must be it.
It is on the right roll, yes!’

I heard anxious steps approaching.

My heart shifted.

[quote author=princesa]Lovely poem, twas worth the read[/quote$

rilli?
thanks cesa dnt mind thats wat i prefear colin u-
;-)

princesa: There i sat
Playing with my dress
Relishing the great pleasure
Of my legs beneath the sand
With my face to the moon
Hearing the sweet lullaby of the stars
There i sat
peaceful and calm

Till...
The rain shrouded the moon
The stars took off on their heels
The ocean overflowed its banks
And washed off the sands that adored my legs
I was left soaked in the mud
My dress became a dirty thorn
And my tears drowned in the sea

How hard i wept
My innocence taken from me
And even harder i wept
When i remembered that rain was you.

****

maybe its an old piece to u- buh i rilly love dis

[quote author=E<R>F]This is getting saucier, o boy....


This man is good ooh, keep it up.


But I don't understand, how was the death of Amanda David's fault?


Infakt there are still mysteries yet to ...


Carry On Big Bro..[/quote]YO! Thnks man

sure there stuffs behind d veil you'll get to understand soon

hang around-

Daniel2802: Come update oh.

today is d lords day na- i am keeping it HOLY
;-)

:-(

EPISODE 41

As I crashed with my body to the ground, all I heard was laughter and jeers.

It seemed so magical, but as I opened my eyes, all the voices making funny sounds quenched instantaneously. It was as if I had just woken up from a nightmare. I rubbed my palms together in a form of prayer, but also as a quick way of creating heat.

I looked with confusion; I did not know which was more confusing between the sudden silence and the strange scenario that stood in front of me.

For some seconds I did not move I just starred.
What are all these? I asked myself

I stood up immediately, but I did not know where to start.

The room was long, and like every other room in the Empire, it was painted white.
There were machines everywhere that looked like deep freezers, but these ones were a little longer. They were of same height. They were not so tall; they all stopped a little way above my waist.
The machines arranged in two parallel lines that ran six meters from the door to the end of the room. The parallel arrangement was such that there was a road in between the two rolls of machine.

The machines were immaculate white. They had something in common; a yellow light beeped on the right upper side of each machine, every two second.

The room had a very strange coldness; it was the coldest room I had ever been to. However, there was something strange about the room, it had no windows, or probably they were hidden somewhere I could not see. The Air conditioner did all the cooling.

Twenty-three, twenty-four, I counted all the machines; they were twelve on both roll.
I did not know where to start my exploration.

Suddenly, I heard quick steps behind me, I wanted to turn, but I did not turn immediately, I knew that it was only the door and I that were in the room, where then could the steps be coming from? I thought it was outside, but no the steps were very close.

I kept still, observing where the sound was coming from.
As I turned back in dismay, I only saw the door that had been shut behind me. I turned back and faced front, but immediately I heard the shoe sound behind me again, it was as if some one was walking to and fro behind me, a short distance.

I turned left, but as I turned left, I discovered that the sound was coming from my right. I turned right and discovered that the sound was coming from my left.
I turned back and discovered that the sound was coming from my front, I turned front-
The shoe was no longer walking, it would just bang its feet like three times around me, and then I would turn, before I knew it I was foolishly turning three-sixty degrees like a rolling fan.

Then all of a sudden, the sound stopped and I stopped.

What kind of game is this? I wondered. Whom exactly am I playing with?
I wanted to turn back and walk out of the room, but I remembered what happened before I came in, so I gave up the thought. ‘I have to face this’ I told my self.

Everywhere became still and quiet just like before.
I looked ahead of me, as I was about to take one-step forward, I heard a shoe take the step, my leg was hanging on the air, I dropped it quietly.
Then I heard the step walking away from me.
I did not move I just observed the scene, I was scared, but somehow I had the strength to hold on.

Suddenly I saw that the sixth freezer (the only thing I could call it) was shaking.
It shook vigorously for about five seconds then it stopped.

My heart lost beat at once. It was as if the cold in the room was fear it self, the more my body absorbed the cold, the more fear covered me like a blanket.

I fixed my eyes on the freezer, I could not take it away, then to my surprise, the freezer started beeping red light continuously, like an emergency alert.

Was I supposed to go there?
I wanted to move my feet but I could not, this time it was not any strange force holding me I was only held back by my own fears.

I wanted to hear the tiny whispering voices saying something, telling me what to do, just saying something.

Suddenly, I began to hear voices, but this time they were not just voices, and they did not bang inside my head, they were external.

I heard a little girl crying and calling
‘Mommmeee!’ at one end of the room.
Her cry was so passionate, it was emotional, it struck my heart like poison. I could not help it. She reminded me of Vera and my mom. As the girl cried and called her mom sorrowfully, I did not know when a tear rolled down my cheeks.

‘Let me help you, oh let me help you’ I whispered to her, picturing her in my mind. I did not know if she could hear me, but somehow I knew that in this place it did not matter whether you shout or speak low, everything were the same.

The girl kept on crying, and crying, oh my God it sounded so real-
I did not know when another sorrowful tear rolled down my cheeks.
I started moving towards the voice in reflex and compassion, I moved so slowly like a groom taking his bride down the aisle.
I had barely taken five short steps when the voice rose to its peak, it was so sorrowful, that I began sobbing heavily, it was like each step I took forward, made the young girl cry the more.

My lips began to shake like a chicken soaked in the rain, mucus began to flow from my nose, it was then the voice got to its climax
‘David please help me!’ the voice called out.

My sobbing suddenly seized, did I just hear my name? I asked my self.
A tear fell.

Suddenly I heard a bold female voice right behind me on my right ears
‘David!’ the voice was loud and sorrowful. I almost fainted.
I turned back immediately to see the persons face, as I turned, I heard the same voice speak right into my left ear
‘David!’

I turned in the twinkling if an eye, but the scene repeated itself, it happened for like four times, each time I turned suddenly.

I was fed up, so I blocked my ears with my two palms, screaming, although my voice was just a whisper ‘please leave me alone!’

However, as I closed my ears and screamed it became worse, it was like the voice positioned her mouth on my two ears and screamed into it
‘David help me! David help us’
Why are they always screaming?

When I saw I could not control it, I shouted back,
‘I have heard, I will!’

As I said that the voices quenched immediately. My body began to shake. I did not know what to do, what to say or what to think. The only secret life that man has in life is the free world of his thoughts, that had just been taken from me.

I could not cry; I feared the voices would cry with me, I could not scream it would be worse.
I just looked blank, thoughts and mind blank.


I thought I had silence, I never knew it was only temporal; the voices began again-
This time they were about 30 people.

There was something about the voices this time. They did not sound obnoxious; they were polite and pitiful
They all cried in unison
‘David, please help us’

I just listened I did not know what to say.
Suddenly I heard the funniest thing in my life-
They said
‘You killed Goliath, you can save us’
It was then I concluded that they were mad; obviously, they were dead people who lived in the time of David in the Bible. Their lives as ghost could not make them differentiate between the living David and the dead David from the Bible.
This people must be mad, they are only confused ghosts who have come to torment my soul, they are so obnoxious!
Are they so foolish to see that I cannot save my self? No they must be mad-

Oh but I had soon forgotten that they could hear my innermost thoughts.

Immediately, they raised their voices in anger, and all of them, countless, spoke into my ears, my head, my skull, everywhere!
I could not help it, I crashed with my kneels to the ground, as if that was on enough, I fell belly down, the voice created pain that I began to throw my legs in the air like the tail of a beheaded wall gecko. I jammed my ears with my palms.

They all screamed
‘David how could you! David how could you!’

When I saw that the pain was unbearable, my mouth without the permission of my brain started bleeding in words-
‘Sorry, sorry, sorry’ in abundance, like the firings of machine guns simultaneously.

The voice subsided again.
I did not know what to do.
I stood up, but as I stood up, I saw that I was already standing close to the sixth freezer.

It was then I understood the game, I was meant to come to the freezer.

I could observe the freezer closely; it looked like a casket, only that it had the body of a deep freezer.

‘What is inside this place?’ I asked myself
Could it be drinks? Is this where they store their drinks?
Did these spirits bring me here so that I could eat?

Then I remembered that I was hungry, I barely took something before I took to my unrealizable journey to Lagos, Nigeria.
Nevertheless, would I not be deceiving myself to say that here is the place where drinks are stored?
With the proliferation of ghosts here, shouldn’t things be crystal-clear?

Immediately the words of Pastor Salami came banging inside my head
He had bragged that if he needed flesh, he has lots of them down in the ground, I had thought that he was referring to graves. But could it be this place?

I touched the freezer I wanted to open it-
But a damming thought came to mind
‘Dude, you know what you are about to open, can you stand the sight of the dead?’

‘No’ I replied the thought.

I removed my hand from the freezer.
It was like I heard a voice, but I could not pick it clearly, the way this people talk could be funny at times.
I turned away from the freezer. I felt I had already gotten the message.

These were dead people stored up for rituals or to be eaten.
I could remember when pastor Salami talked about some foul spirits disturbing his empire; my death was to silence them. I now understand, these spirits could be so annoying.

Now I could perceive with no iota of doubt that these spirits want me to help them.
But how? The mode was uncertain. What ever they wanted I did not ever think that I could give them. I turned away. I did not know where I where I wanted to go, all I knew was that I never wanted to see a dead body.

But as I turned my back on the freezer with the attempt of walking away, I received a hot and dirty slap. I thought Solomon’s own was painful, but when a ghost slaps you, you would understand that you could not liken it to any humanly experience no matter how terrible, no matter how fatal.

I passed out.

However, I could tell that it was within the space of five minutes, and then I began to regain my strength.
These are indeed angry spirits, I had done nothing to them, so why are the persecuting me?

It was after about eight minutes on the ground, before I could move my lips and say something.

‘What was that for?’ I asked the room.

However, as I asked the question I had a stronger metallic voice repeat the same question.

‘WHAT WAS THAT FOR?

The voice shook me.

‘I cannot understand’ I said sorrowfully, my face still aching with the slap.

But the metallic voice repeated it.
‘I CANNOT UNDERSTAND!’

‘I am sorry, what did I do wrong? I cannot stand the sight of the dead!’

‘You are calling us dead?’ the voice spoke with panic and anger

Before their voices could rise to its usual provoking tenor, I apologized immediately
‘NO! You are not dead, you are not dead, you are alive, I am sorry, I really am’

There was silence for a short while again.

‘How dare you touch the casket without opening it? You are a dead man!’ a clear voice broke the silence.

It was then I understood my sin and duty. I was to open the casket, freezer, whatever.

I apologized quickly.
I stood up; the fear of seeing the dead was unbearable.

I opened the casket gently; it was just like opening a fridge, as I opened it, I could not believe what I saw
I saw Amanda-lifeless-DEAD-CADAVER-stale!

Suddenly, a sorrowful dead voice came from behind me,

‘I gave my life for you, what have you given to me!’

I fainted.

Damex333: As in seriously! David asked d voice? Lol.
David dont enter trouble.

na so-

[quote author=scon-p]It had better come in 24hrs o[/quote]shey na the voice talk am na
no be me o-

no fear sha- lolz

Daniel2802: I don return oh.

where u go before :-/

EPISODE 40

‘I heard your footsteps down the hall
And I know someday that would be you,
Leaving me for good…’ Dare

I watched his back as it disappeared into the hallway. I did not know what to feel as he left. Does he have a plan?
Already the priest is not on my side, no one is.

After he had gone a good distance, I accepted the fact that I was alone. I turned back to face the door. The door was like others, paneled-bulletproof doors.

I turned around to observe the passages as if looking for something. Somehow, something told me that the two doors at the end of the short passages led to two important places. They were more like secret rooms.

I wondered what was there, something told me to open one of the doors to check but I was too scared to dare it. If I could not boldly open the door I was told to open, how much more the one I knew nothing about.

I drew closer to the door Solomon had pointed.
I raised my hand to bend the knob down and push the door opened, but as my hand lifted and got close to the knob it suspended in the air, it was as if an unknown force suspended it.

Solomon had just treated me as if I had lived in this empire all my life, how could he just drop me before a door and tells me to enter, why did he not open the door himself? He did not say a word, what could be so upsetting?
Is it the fact that he could not save me or the fact that he had just lost the chance to derive the pleasure he wants from me? So he is not going to save me because he never had a chance to…

My heart began to boil with anger, how could he be so selfish? I could not control the sudden wave of hate that stormed my mind against him. What had gotten into my head in the first place what was I thinking? He is so selfish, damn it!

Could this be the man that Grasshopper tried in vain with the last drop of his blood and fading strength to pronounce? Never, I better find the real person. Probably, it was not a name in the first place, it could be something else, anything.

I tried to picture the scene of Grasshoppers death again in my mind. He had said that I should find Amanda and an ‘S’ word tried to pop out, was it not a name? Or was I to find Amanda first before I could find the ‘S’ word.


As the thoughts of Grasshoppers death came like fusillades into my brain, I began to have a deep feeling of guilt. I had failed Grasshopper. I had disappointed him for my selfish enterprise. I had esteemed my life greater than his words, greater than Amanda, greater than everything. It was all of a sudden and all of a sudden, it died. Glorious I never had to sink deeper into my quagmire too long, blest be the scene that carted Solomon away.

Then I made the decision again, I told myself
‘I am never going to leave without Amanda again. And if at all I ever meet Solomon, I would tell him point blank,
‘I am not interested in your gayism, redemption or rescue, you can roast in hell!’

Amanda had done nothing for me but that does not mean I should not do any thing for her, after all it seems like some divine powers had joined us together’

Then it came to my memory that pastor Salami was still in the building waiting for him.
However, is that reason enough for him to be in haste, no he was angry!

I moved closer to the door, I placed my hand on the knob, it felt cold, I removed my hand immediately and took a step away from the door, it was as if the door had rejected me.

No, I must see what is in the other room. That is the room at the end of the short passage. I went to the door.
‘I am going to open this door and see what was inside’ I told myself.
I was going to expect the worse; the worse cannot be more than death.
Although I later on wished that, I had known better.
I did the sign of the cross, and whispered to myself,
‘In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit’
Do I really want to do this? Yes I want to, I want to see what is inside this room, it looks so isolated. If I do not see what is in there now, I may never have the chance again

As soon as I was sure that I had sufficient reasons to open the door, I pressed the doorknob and gave it a slight push, but it did not give way.
‘The door must be locked’ I gave a thought
I wanted to move back, but something told me to try again, I tried harder this time with confidence and pushed the door, supporting it with my right leg. To my surprise, the door gave way.

As the door opened, it was as if something pushed me backwards. I moved.
In slight surprise, I stared at the door.
The door began to close gradually. I looked at the door in sheer amazement. Is the door made of string what is pushing the door. The door began to close its self gradually. I did not make any effort to stop it from closing, I just watched. Probably that was the best precaution I ever took in the Empire-

Suddenly, I began to hear tiny voices whispering, it was like a crowd of people whispering concurrently. The voice did not seem to come from the room, it was ringing right inside my head, it was loud and terrible. I felt my eyes bulging and spinning at the same time.

Suddenly the words began to make sense; it began to sound like English, although it was not so clear, but I could pick out some words-
‘David, David come in, come in now!’ Repeatedly
The way the voices spoke, was strange.
As one person is saying ‘David’ the other is saying ‘come’ another is saying ‘in’ another is calling ‘David’ again ‘another is saying ‘Now!’
It was such that in a second they made their point, if you could plus it together.

No, I must be imagining things; this cannot be real, no!
I rejected the voices I was hearing inside my head.

However, if I say I did not hear the voices I would only be deceiving my self.
I could hear the voices of children, women, men, different kinds of people whispering. The more I tried to pretend that I was only imagining things, the more the voices became clearer and stronger.
‘David come inside!’
I picked it again.

I could not withstand the sudden grip of fear that held me like a hungry vampire, ready to suck blood.
What the hell is in this room? I asked my self

The door finally closed by its self.
Does it mean that the room was rejecting me? Is this some spiritual room? What is in there?
Whatever it was I was no longer interested in seeing it. The trouble I had bought was enough: I do not care for more.
But I never knew that my miseries were yet to begin!

‘I am going to go back to the room Solomon had pointed to me’ I spoke to my self.

But as I tried to turn back, I saw that my body had become stiff, I mean very stiff like a dead man. I excerted all the powers I had in me just to turn, but I could not turn. I tried turning my neck but it did nit move. I tried to move my leg, my waist, my body, but everywhere was so stiff.
I was losing my strength but I kept on trying. When I saw that my efforts were but futility I gave up.
What was behind me, what kind of spirit controls this place?
I could not understand what was happening; my head was fermented with confusion.

Since I could not move backwards, I decided to move forward, as I pushed my legs forward it was like all the forces that held me hostage were suddenly loosed. I could move forward, my muscles became free, all of it. But forward to where? Where did I know I was going, that room? Never, I sensed it was just evil that lurked there. As I saw that my legs were free I decided to make use of the opportunity, I tried in haste to turn backwards, but as I tried again my body became stiff.

I did not move again, I just paused, a drop of tear unconsciously rolled down my eyes.

Immediately as the tear rolled down my eyes, I heard all the tiny voices crying, they cried so loud, that I had to hold my head. It was so terrible I had never experienced any thing like that in my life.

‘Please leave me alone! Let me go! I am sorry for disturbing you, whoever you are. Please if you have eyes to see you would know that I did not come here on a free will, Solomon had brought me, yes the man’s name is Solomon, he had abandoned me here. Whoever you are even if you are a spirit, you have to hear me, let me go, I am not a cannibal, please, who are you? Okay I do not care, just leave me alone, leave me alone! pleeeeeeeease!’

I did not know who I was talking to. But it didn’t matter I knew I was talking to9 something or somebody. If it can have a voice then it should have ears.

As I finished talking, there was sudden silence, It was like someone poured on me a big bowl of cold water. My muscles became light, I felt refreshed all of a sudden. It was like the powers that held me bound had left me, I began to feel a spring of joy, so tiny at one corner of my heart.

I tried to turn back making use of the opportunity. To my surprise, I turned back, my muscles did not ache and I did not feel stiff…
But as I turned back, all I saw was the same door that was in front of me, the same distance. My head began to spin. What is happening to me? How did I get into this? What is my sin?

‘Leave me alone!’I shouted, but my voice had changed, I could no longer talk like a human being, my voice had become a whisper. I was only whispering like the voices I was hearing.

I began to sob, but as I sobbed so many people sobbed alongside with me, and my head began to bang the more. I could not contain it, so I stopped crying.

There was silence for some seconds. I just mopped at the door, I did not say anything, I did not do anything, I just mopped in frustration.

Suddenly I heard a clean voice inside my head,
“David, do not be scared we are not going to harm you, we are not going to hurt you- we just want you to see this’

‘What if I do not want to see it’ I whispered back in frustration.
‘You must’

‘But I don’t want to’

‘You have started and there is no turning back’

‘Why?’

‘Because you are chosen’

‘Who are you please, let me go? You are spirit, you are demon, I cannot be conversing with you, please leave me alone!’

‘You asked me who I was, and you are so impatient to wait for my reply? You concluded that I am a spirit and a demon, David why!’

As the voice said ‘why?’ The word rang in my ears and head. I began to hear loud screams of wailings, it was like everybody in the world was screaming ‘why!’. I held my head’ I could not control it again. I crashed with my kneels to the ground, writhing in pain.

I did not know when I started screaming and shouting,
‘Please I am sorry!’ repeatedly.
Although I heard my voice like whispers, I still spoke anyway.

Then suddenly the voice died.
I wanted to stand up, but before I could, I saw my self standing already.
I was confused.

I wanted to say something, but I heard a voice say
‘shhhhhhhhh-‘

Before I could question the voice, the door before me opened.

Then the voice came again.

‘Go through the door, you wanted to know what is in there’

I wanted to say i am no longer interested, but the words could not form in my mouth.

The voice continued-
‘I am happy you are here, you shall cause a change, for you are our star boy’

‘Star boy how do you mean?’

‘You are the star we have been looking on’

‘What is that?’

‘Africans look at the Northern star’ the voice replied.

That phrase was an allusion, it reminded me of the story of the black Africans as we studied in literature.

The phrase was referring to the time when Africans suffered slavery and servitude. Then all animals were equal, but the white animals were more equal than the black was. It was a shame and curse to be black. However, the pressure was more in South Africa; North Africa on the other side was the place where every black dreamed of going, they called it greener pastures. That was where Abe Lincoln, moved the motion that set Africans free-
Every African, living in the white land was told to look at the northern star; it was the star of freedom, the star of equality, the star of hope and relief.
Africans look to the Northern Star… Star Boy
I kept the two words together and observed it.


‘Who are you and how did you know that phrase’

‘You are that star we have been waiting for, that you may bring an end to all our troubles’

‘I cannot help my self, I cannot even help my living friend locked up in this place, is it now a faint voice without a body-‘

‘Cut it there!’ the voice interjected.

‘I am sorry’ I apologized at once.

‘Go through the door’ this time the voice sounded like a command.

I did the sign of the cross again. I took it step by step.
After few steps, I was already in
However, as my two legs landed inside the room, something pushed me, a strong force, and I crashed to the ground.
Immediately the door jammed it self—I knew I had gotten into something.

At once, all I heard around me was laughter and jeering.

As I opened my eyes and looked around me-

I asked
When is epispode 41 coming?
The voice replied, in 24 hours
loolz

[quote author=E<R>F]If you stop here, I'll


















Spank You![/quote]lollz-
okay make i continue

EPISODE 40-

as i held the knob i discovered that i could no longer hold my heart- whats lurkin for me in this secret room?
then suddenly-


bross wait e never done-
lollz-
;-))

dont worry ill give sallah episode tomorow-
kip crossed

Damex333: Who s d priest? Wow, they have pastor, capon and now priest, am waiting 4 bishop too o.

abi-
but Dammey where u run go na-
no p, welcome from sabatical ;-)

EPISODE 39

He was not as old as I thought upon close examination. The thought I had that the priest would look like some ancient African herbalist full of age and deceit was not so.

I saw in him calmness. However, the most striking aspect of my realization was the fact that he was educated. I could tell it from the first sight of him. It was strange how a priest, as in a ritualist, could be educated. Another thing that seemed so funny to me was his strong hold to sacrifice and traditional beliefs despite his education. Don’t they seem irrational to him? Well deep down I knew that religion is not about rationality but belief.

I almost thought that Solomon was up to something evil when I saw a man sitting in the dinning; the first thought that came to my mind was…in fact I am too shy to say it.
Okay I will say it any way- I thought Solomon wanted to make it two men who would sleep with me on the bed, I began to imagine how terrible the scene would look like, what I would feel, I had never dared it before. It was not that I was interested in concurring with Solomon’s demand but the truth remains that man must struggle to survive, and that was exactly what I was doing.

As I saw Solomon bow and say ‘oh priest you are there?’ I knew that it was no plan, and if at all it was, I did not see it.
Nevertheless, the presence of this man called priest at this time of the day was totally off beat. Is this truly the man that would kill me? I looked at him with mixed feelings.

Something inside of me was saying thank God Solomon is ready to help me. But a tiny suppressed voice kept on seeking for attention, do you really think that you can trust this man, or any man in this place?

The dining room was not so big, there was a dinning table, but the table was made of glass. Four chairs inserted under the table aside the one the priest was sitting on. He was sitting on the father-of-the house position, such that as we entered the dinning we found the priest on our left towards the wall.


The first thing I noticed was the food he was eating. Before I could examine what he was eating, I hastily concluded that he was eating some well-garnished human parts. I was not wrong. On his table were a small bottle of Mc Dowels alcoholic drink, and a plate of human parts pepper soup. The aroma of the food was kind of strange, the human parts smelt like goat and cow meat combined. As I set my eyes on him, a heavy spoon of scooped meat swimming in a spoon of pepper soup was at the door of his mouth. Without asking a single question I could conclude the depravity of this man. All the other people I had met in this empire, none ate the human parts before mine eye, it was all in my imagination. Seeing this man doing this, I could rate his depravity the highest.

Since the scene looked so unplanned I could imagine what he felt when he saw me. as a die hard cannibal, and a ritualist, what else would bother his mind when he sees a body for sacrifice. More so he should be imagining how delicious I might taste if I were to be served as the meat in his pepper soup.

As I watched Solomon bow I intentionally did not bow, I just stood like a tree in defiance.

‘Ah priest you are here?’

But he didn’t seem to hear that or rather that was not what was on his mind.
The first thing he asked was-
‘Where are you taking the boy?’

As he said that, my ears tingled.
Solomon rubbed his head, but he didn’t make the shock so obvious
‘Pastor Salami, em-h-h said that I should take him too one of the rooms inside’

‘What room? Did you tell Salami that I said you should take him to the girl? Or are you saying Salami is acting against my orders?’

‘No sir’

‘So where are you taking him’ he asked firm, dropping his spoon and starring at Solomon

‘Of course why should I disobey your orders, or why should Salami do so? I am taking him to the girl, the night is already far spent’

‘So why the stammer and confusion when I asked’

‘No I wasn’t stammering the suddenness of your presence was a little distracting’

He did not say anything.

I didn’t greet the priest, I just watched him, so this was the man that was going to kill me. I didn’t hate him at first sight I just studied him.

There was something strange about his face, it was like I had seen him before, but I could not pin point the location. Church…school….home…. where?
I could not really get, or was it in the bus?

After all he wore over alls like Solomon and others did. His face was strong like theirs but with a touch of tenderness which I could tell stopped on his face. He had a tiny nose and tiny mouth. He was well built, but I was about half head taller than he was. Where did I know this man?

But suddenly he seemed to get pissed off by the way I was starring at him.
‘Why are you starring at me like that, are you so uncultured as not to greet your elders?’

I just looked at him without saying a word- I was still studying him.

‘Are you deaf?’

I did not say anything I just looked at him.

Then after some few seconds, I voiced my mind.

‘You look familiar’

He gave a wicked grin.
‘Are you so close to death that death looks so familiar?’

‘Huh?’

‘I am death, and if I look familiar to you then I am afraid, you must be living your second life’

‘So you are the priest?’ I shot at him.

He just starred back at me in surprise maybe because of the way I talked to him with little or no regards.
I continued.

‘So you are the one that is going to kill me?’

I feared that an angry slap may come from Solomon, but I discarded the thought, things were different now. He would not dare, he is on my side.

‘And you are not scared of challenging me?’

‘Why should I? Who challenges death and prevail?’

‘Hmmm David’

I froze he just called my name. what does he know about me, well he was the priest and Salami could have filled him with lots of facts.

‘What do you know about me?’

‘I know that you are going to die, and don’t be stupid’
He sounded like Salami, but he was a bit more serious than Salami.

‘Please take this boy out of here, take him to the room, he provokes me!’
He shot in anger.

‘Are you a priest of God or a priest of the Devil?’

He pushed his chair back ward and stretched himself to his full height. I knew I had struck the wrong chord.

‘Why are you so bold?’

‘Sir don’t mind the boy, he has a problem with his tongue and addressing elders, you know children of now and days’ Solomon spoke in my defense.

‘Thank you Solomon, but I was asking him a direct question and not you’

Ooops! That was a bit to harsh on Solomon it seemed he was hated around here, or he was lightly esteemed.

‘Why are you so bold, I have never seen any one like you, so courageous’

‘Well that is because you do not go out of this prison to see what the outside world is all about’

‘Really?’ he grinned.

‘outside this place is a world of possibility, hope, freedom, joy, a place we all should live, living in truth and righteousness, not entangled in the prison of our unscrutinised philosophies’

Already I had combined so much in one sentence.
Of course my heart shook while I spoke, but I had made the decision that until my blood is drained in this empire, I would not be careful with my words.

‘Do you know who you are talking to and do you know that I determine whether you live or not?’

‘I don’t think you determine that’ I paused ‘I think you have already determined that’


‘I see’ then suddenly he gave a loud cry of realization ‘I see!’

‘I know why you are acting this way, it is because you feel that you are going to die after all so why the pedanticness with words, caution and respect- I see’

He was the most logical man I met in the Volturis Empire. He had just uncovered my unclothedness, I felt like a chicken whose feathers had been plucked off, her anus opened to the prying flies and insects. This man had just made me nude.
I felt powerless, I felt disarmed.

I could not say a word.
I saw Solomon nodding his head from the corner of my eyes.
He had also discovered my little secret

The priest continued
‘But the truth remains that nothing would change it, you can not evade death, it is your destiny. But I love the way you accept fate with open hands, I swear you would die a hero!’

‘Whether I die a hero or die a zero, I would die after all, death is death, and all adjectives are unnecessary’ I shot, stoic.
He must not feel proud for knowing my secret, I must prove to him that I cannot be easily intimidated or defeated.

There was a reverberating silence as I finished speaking.
The priest looked at me, I could not tell what was in the look.

‘I don’t need to taunt you with your upcoming fate, it would be childish and unnecessary, please go to bed’
He paused
‘Solomon take him along’

‘Yes sir’ he answered in a dull manner.

That was what Salami did not know. Taunting me with my death and fate was not just childish but unnecessary. Somehow, I loved the aura of maturity that emanated from him.
My rude words did not break him nor make him act foolishly, he was matured. But I still wondered what kind of priest he was.

Solomon looked at me, his look spoke emphatically,
‘let’s go!’

I turned and followed him, but suddenl1y before we left the dinning I turned back,
‘Good morning priest’

Strangely, he smiled and nodded. I was a bit puzzled but I just turned away.

I followed Solomon.
But where are we going? I asked myself, Amanda or another?
Would I really miss my only chance of survival?

Somehow the joy that I would see Amanda was there, but how am I expected to feel when I had just lost my chance of hope.

We walked out of the dinning. Before us was a very long passage. About ten rooms spanned the passage on each side, making a bout twenty doors leading to rooms.
All the doors were numbered like hotel wards. The place was cold. The ground was still tiled and the ceiling was still POP.

This house is indeed enormous- I said within me.

Solomon walked ahead and I followed. I was waiting for him to stop by one of the rooms, we had passed about five rooms on both sides and we were still moving.
Somehow I felt I was getting lost, so I looked back to keep track of the place. I was shocked by what I saw behind me, the priest was at the end of the passage starring what was he looking at?

I turned back and followed. Then I walked up to Solomon, and whispered as he walked hastily.

‘Where are we going to? Em- see the priest is behind us, he is watching us I think our plan is screwed’

But he didn’t answer, he just shoved me. he seemed angry, I did not know why he was.

Then we got to the end of the passage, and we met about seven steps again descending down-
Then I remembered what the pastor Salami said, he called this place hades, he said he would never go deeper into the earth as much as he goes in this place I began to wonder where on the globe this secret empire was located. we met two passage, one went left and the other went right.

As we descended the staircase, Solomon paused all of a sudden. Then he looked at me. I l.ooked back at him, he turned and pointed to my right. The right passage was not so long. At the end of the passage was a door. Then before the door on the left was another door. The right passage was the same fashion with the left.

He pointed to the door on the left in the right passage-

‘That room, go in there’

I looked at him. He avoided my eyes.
I wanted to say something, anything, but before I could open my mouth, all I saw was his back, walking down the hall.

[quote author=E<R>F]Hey Man, so sorry.

Yesterday was a very hectic day, was just so happy and I had a slight headahe due to excess happinex..

Couldn't type or look at my screen, my eyes were red with water pouring down..i even thought i was crying.

B2b

Thanks for the update...

So you wanna trust the devil?

And you know what?

I guess David know the priest..

Even Amanda isn't dead, I even guess sandra might be alive.


Lol, don't mind 'followers' at a time they feel like 'reading alone without commenting' little do they know that it frustrates the writer partially. Until they write..lol



Believe me, you've got a masterpiece here . . . Please carry on sir[/quote]lollz i would really love to know more bout such kind of joy,laughter n ecstacy-

nice predictions- lets see hw gu u r

yeah readers may nat understand, but glad u do-
thanks man-
hd some hitchs
updates comes today or 2mao

toh naw ive updated and everybody carries his plate of food to his chambers widout sayin a word-
hmmm-

[quote author=E<R>F]Ride on Sire.
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Crying for who?[/quote]oh maybe u dont knw
the name of the boy with the story is David-

EPISODE 38

In his eyes, I saw impatience; he could not wait for me to say YES.

Then I did not know what came over me. I began to think of the reality that lurked me in the future. The truth became glaring that if I do not concur with his demands there was no possible way of my exit out of this prison.

Previously I had banked all my hopes on the pastor as my savior, things went on quite fine, he had a soft spot for me, I had rescued his life, he had opposed Solomon when he assaulted me, among others. Things had evolved with hope, but I ruined everything by my defiance and sharp tongue, although I do not feel sorry for all I did.

But the truth remained that I had lost my chance of rescue, well that’s if I ever had one in the first place. Now the pastor had just threatened me with the sight of his ugliest part by Friday. I could not undermine his bragging this time; I could not undermine the possibility and capacity of his evil. No one really can give an extent to the depravity of man.

Would it not be foolishness for me to have this opportunity and forgo it like a fool?
After all, what was the big deal in me having a nice time with a gay man? I am not a girl who would come out with a world of misery trotting all over her face, a towel around her bosoms and dripping blood trailing her exit. I am just a boy, there is no virginity to loose, just some sucking of lips and whatever nature permits possible between us. Or wasn’t it? Man must survive!

I looked at his eyes again.
Could I trust him? Can I be hundred percent assured that I would get out alive from here?
I did not want to die, who wants to after all.
It was uncertain that I he would keep to his words, but I knew that anything or any price is never too much an offer for life, for as long as life sustains, hope sustains as well.

As I weighed my options, ready to give in to his demands, the thought of Amanda came to me.

‘Would I get out of here without her?’ I was perplexed as I asked my self the question.

Our unknown savior had said that we would get out together, or was it a dream? Was that savior Solomon? I could suddenly remember how it happened in the passage; not too long after I left for the lavatory Solomon banged in on me, so fast like he was lying in wait, I was in doubts, no the savior must be Solomon- I concluded.

Without spending more time for rationality, I voiced my thoughts.

‘I have a friend here that is also victimized, her name is Amanda. You people said that we both were to be offered to your god, for the appeasement of your sins. If I do it with you, can you assure me that you would get us both out of this place? I promise I will give you all you want’ I bit my lip in anticipation.

He chewed his mouth, he looked perplexed by my question.
After some seconds of silence, he cleared his throat and then spoke.

‘Sincerely, I wouldn’t lie to you, I cannot bring you both out of here I can only bring you out, that’s my church mind’ he pledged with his hands afterwards.

I felt I snap in my heart.

I wanted to say,
‘But you were our legless-shoe; you were that spirit that promised us hope and a future beyond this empire, you were the man that met us in the passage, man wake up! How come you suddenly have become so incapacitated that you can not save us?

However, I became sure of two things.

First; he is not the legless shoe, or he is and he is just pretending and creating some suspense. Although the possibility of this is slim due to second proposition.

Second, he is been sincere; I could read it in his eyes when he said that he could not save Amanda but just me. He could just lie and without smeolling a rat I would fall for it in a snap. Yet, among this possibilities he said his mind, he called it ‘church mind’

I began to weigh another possibility. Probably he was that “S” word Grasshopper tried to pronounce before his death. Then I didn’t know he was Solomon, but now I think I find it plausible.

At once I could picture the scene of Grasshopper’s death, it was so touching; so painful. But concurrently, his death brought out an unbelievable truth, the truth that he was on my side. I could not doubt it.
I remembered how he tried to form the words with his last strength-
‘Find Amanda…and s…s…s…’

Oh he must be referring to Solomon, but does he really know who Solomon is? Or is Solomon now drawn to personal intrest in his duty to save me? why is he requesting this from me? do I look gay?

I settled my doubt at the arrival of a thought,
‘can the devil or his agents give a free gift?’
It pained me that I had to do this, I wished things were better than it was, but since it were no better, I had to succumb to the offer.

The words came to me again; it kept on coming.
‘No price is too much to pay for life.’

It was certain that if I desire to live and have a hope to hope for again, I must let go of Amanda.
Solomon had stated it clearly that he can not get us both out of here. I would not want to be a Romeo who died for his lover, why should I? She wasn’t my lover after all, and I never prayed to fall in such kind of love.

Dying for Amanda was not necessary, I could not see a reason why I should die for her, or why we both must die together, if it was Sandra then that is fine, but Sandra is dead. What had she done for me, what did she add to my life? I did not even know her, I did not know if she was a witch, I could not discern if she lied to me her eyes were not clare the hided secrets. She definitely not worth the sacrifice I want to pay, the sacrifice of my life. I must let her go, sometimes life would open just one door, and why should mere mortals protest for a second door, such is fate!

As I made my heart stronger, something in me judged my proposed action as negative. I tried strongly to resist it. Never, I cant make my heart soft like akamu, I hardened it and made it stronger than stone! I must be a man; it lies in the mind.

I looked at Solomon; I had decided in my mind already, I would do it. I did not have to say ‘yes’, I just let a broad smile cover my face, he got the signal. A broader smile also covered his face, but as I saw his stalactite and stalagmite open teeth I felt deeply irritated, but I soon helped my mind, it was the price I needed to pay for life, and I was ready to pay in full!

At last, Solomon held the knob he did not have to think again; we had come into full agreement. He opened the door.

I was shocked by what I saw, I saw a big hall, it was a living room, at the end of the hall was a dinning. The place was beautiful. There were sofas as we had it in the former room.

A veil separated the living room from the dinning room, it was golden, and hardly translucent.

The living room was tiled with brown fanciful tiles. The tiles were such that four tiles formed an image, I thought it was a vulture at first but upon close examination I discovered that it was an eagle, a gentle eagle standing in a beach, her feathers covering her sides, she was beautiful. I knew it had deep meaning, a vulture in a beach was un common, but there were more things to awe for than that, so I didn’t press it.

A small red hairy carpet spanned the centre of the room.

I raised my head from the tiles and looked at the ceiling, it was made of POP as well, but its fashion was very exotic. It was beautified with the principle of high and low relief, on it was a continuous motif of sunflower. The centre was depressed, and so were some other parts.
Tiny bulbs leveled against the POP. A gigantic light bigger than the one in the other living room hung at the centre; three handles six bulbs each, 666, hung at the centre. The bulbs were in some ceramic materials that looked like cups. The handle that hung the big light was made of steel plated with gold, the place was really beautiful.

A line of POP ran through the room, dividing the wall and paint as well. Above the line of POP was a glossy milk paint, beneath was a milky lilac.
The color from afar was a milky sky, a white horizon and a ground painted lilac, which could be taken for a world of purple flowers.

The place reeked of strawberry, in so much that I was almost licking my lips.

There was just one window in the living room and it was on the left hand side. The windows were shut. A huge flowing lilac and golden curtain spanned through the length of the window, it was elegant.

I almost did not observe it, as I entered the room, on my left was a short passage that led to a door that led to another room.
On the walls were different pictures.
The first on my right was a landscape, next was a picture of Capon, then a plasma with home theatre, DVD and what have you, around.

Solomon was walking so fast so I could not observe the other pictures on my right.
As he pulled the veil and we got to the dinning, we met an old man about 50 years, before I could say anything, Solomon said-

‘Ah priest you are here?’

He bowed.

‘Priest?’ I echoed in my mind, somehow I began to fear again



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[quote author=scon-p]Ghen ghen. . Did he agree?[/quote]maybe
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fr3edoh: sometimes ah just imagine d huge sigh of relief ah would let out when you finally tell us U woke up from dis long, nasty, scary, breathtaking dream of yours.....or am I goin to b dissappointed...

dream ke-
well u ma be disappointed
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nice peace dear
this is my kind of story
please continue,
im right behind u-

COPYRIGHT- OYINLOYE JOHN OLUWATOSIN
2013


FLUSHED
(THE CRY OF THE ABORTED)


A shrill small voice wails from the woods and shadows

(Crying)
I am the one you killed
Soaked in blood and flushed into the abyss, I know you!

(Raises his voice sorrowfully)
I am the dreamer who never dreamt
The thin tiny infant who never grew.
I changed the world, I was a genius!
By my knowledge in science, I made man live in mars…
(Voice brought down)
Oh, I forgot! You killed me ever before then.


Lost in pleasures, you bade me
I never wished, but it was a command?
Did I sin by coming to you?

(Aggressively)
You vain woman, you crushed my skull!
You murdered me!
You opened the door to my house and fried me!
Oh, I saw the fluid coming…
I never knew you could be so heartless!


I did not know how I felt when I heard the voice whispering
(Low tune)
‘Just a while and the bastard would be gone’
You self-centered creature, you bade me and called me bastard?

(Sobbing)
Why did you wake me from heaven and sent me to hell?

I was beautiful…
I looked so much like you.
My lips were not too big; they were cute.
I was as fair as the sun.
My eyes glowed like the stars…I was hairy.
You were so blind, I brought you gift from the father!

(Loud)
You killed a star,
You killed a savior,
You murdered the change the world was waiting for.
You killed me!
(Screaming for emphasis)
You killed me, you killed a soul, you KILLED!
(Sudden sob)
Oh, why did you do it?

(Harshly)
‘I am a Christian!’ you brag all day
Your reverberating ‘halleluiah’ pulls down the church roof
Oh thou fornicator, thou murderer
Hell would be your ‘heaven’ forever!

(Voice softens and ascends)
You were lucky I did not kill you
My father had bade me
You undeserving sinner,
My father gave you a SECOND CHANCE!

I have a message for you

I am not dead; I am spirit now.
I stand at your door.
The next time you call me,
I would come…
But in my hand is a sword from the almighty…
Kill me if you dare!


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EPISODE 37

As I took it step by step towards the door that led out of the living room but into the mysterious passage, all my heart whispered was ‘Amanda’, she was indeed a gift sent from God. Probably God had seen the injustice that stole my lover away ‘Sandra’; he had decided to comfort me.

However, something bothered my mind as pertaining Amanda; I could not still really get myself to trust her, although the event in the passage should make me do so. Hours ago when I met her in this mysterious passage, the first thing that came to my mind was evil. She had tried to prove it to me that she was not evil I believed. In fact, we both are victimized of the same evil, but, there was still a but…

I could read lies in her face. I did not know what she did not say right or what she said right, all I knew was that she was keeping something back from me, I saw it in her eyes but I could not figure it out. Is she true? I asked my self again, as if I had never tried to sort things out before.

However, I still found it beautiful to meet her again. At least I have a person that would make me feel strong all through the night. Although the time had been far spent, the time I walked out of the living room was 4:20 am; already there was no night to spend, but a fearful wait for day-break; the break of new troubles.

My eyes were no longer heavy, I had dozed before, but with about three soul quaking slaps that came from that night, sleep and her angels were sent to abyss of Hades.


I wondered what Amanda was doing now; probably she was asleep. But would she have the courage to close her eyes in this Empire of evil?

Pastor Salami had walked ahead of me before he changed his mind on me going first. As I walked past him, I did not know if I was meant to say good night, or I was just to walk away.
I looked at him, our eyes met, he shook his head, I shook my head to and passed.
As I passed him, he spoke from behind me.

‘Few people see the good part of me in this Empire, count your self lucky. Nevertheless, tomorrow, you would see the deep zeal I have for cannibalism, spiritism and worthy sacrifice.’

Then I turned to him and spoke. My right hand man also turned.
I said
‘You can declare that God has ordered you to sacrifice me. That is fine!
But maybe you can’t see what I am seeing, history is about to repeat her self. Just like God told Abraham to sacrifice Isaac, a young lad of about my age. Abraham was righteous, although not in the fashion of your righteousness. He tried to obey God, the knife was in his hand and as he was about to sink the knife into his heart, God called him from Heaven, and told him to refrain from killing the child.
Not too far from there was a ram caught by its horn in the woods.’
I did not know how or where the inspiration came, but somehow I had made a prophesy into my future.

‘That is just a segment of history. The history that would be fulfilled is like that of the beheading of John the Baptist; there was no savior to rescue him, his head was given to the little girl who requested it.’

His tone changed to ridicule

‘Go to bed, you said you were not scared of death, or are you now guilty of what you accused me of, inconsistence of philosophies?’

I looked at him, I did not utter a word, rather I turned my back to him, as my right hand man perceived that the conversation was over between us, he went ahead.

The pastor spoke behind me-
‘If only you had kissed me, I would have considered saving you from death, but you spat on my face. I swear you will pay for the evil you did.
I turned my head slightly to the back and gave him a shut-up-look.
Then he burst into wild laughter,
‘Look at him, he does not know how miserable he is, he still has a mouth to speak nonsense.’

My right hand man opened the door that led into the crescent passage. As I saw the passage, I began to remember all that happened within that short time in this small place.

I closed the door behind me. However, as I closed the door I wished it were not just the door I closed, but also the door of pastor Salami in my life.

Or could it be that I just did that?

The passage is painted white with glossy paint mixed with tiny but fine stones.
Its width is about six meters (quite large.)
On my right hand were no rooms at all. I mean there was no door that led to any room; it was just a plain wall.

The first room we approached on our left was a lavatory, the room where I had had my convenience.
Next to the door was another door, I thought we were going to enter there, but eventually we did not. Then I remembered that when Amanda followed the legless shoe, she vanished into the curve of the crescent.

The ceiling was made of Plaster Of Paris (POP).
On it were tiny round bulbs fixed inside the ceiling, but of equal level to the ceiling. The bulbs doubled on each line and ran through the whole passage into the curve.
The room reeked of coffee. Before the door that led to the lavatory was a small device on the wall. The best way I could describe it was ‘perfume dispenser.’ It dispensed something that smelled like coffee every thirty seconds.

The place was cold, but I did not observe any air conditioner around. The ground was made of tiles. With my snickers on, I could still imagine how cold the tiles were.

Opposite the next door to the lavatory was a picture of Mona Lisa, a replica of Da Vinci’s famous painting. I had heard of so many myths related to the drawing, myths of her been hermaphrodite, it concealing some deep meaning and many more stories related to the opposition of Christianity. Well those were just perspectives, what I saw in the picture was nothing but an ordinary woman whose eyes called for sheer pity.

Ahead of us was where the passage curved.

My impression as we approached the curve was the sight of a normal passage which runs on leveled ground. But what I saw was quite unexpected. The architectural design of the passage was just so wonderful.
As we turned into the curve, we took about five steps and then we descended down a stair case. The steps were not so long, there were just about seven steps descending down. At the end of the steps was a short plain ground; ahead was a door. On the door was a small diagram of a human skull. The skull served as the door ringer.

As my right hand held the knob, I waited with impatience to see what lurked for me in the room, but then he suddenly freezed. My curiosity hightened.
It was like he was thinking of something, what is important than opening the door.
He stood backing me, he did not turn; he did not budge.
Ten seconds passed and his hands were still on the knob.

My heart beat increased
‘What is happening.’ I asked my self
The memories of the horror films I had watched before came rushing into my head like the tsunami.
Usually in such scene, a man after standing without moving for a while could just turn back and to the victims’ surprise, such a person had soon transformed into a vampire, a familiar or something evil.

Well since what was happening was beginning to have the semblance of such films; I had to do what the victims of such films usually do.
But I can not run? I must be sure that what I am scared of is really happening, what is he changing into, if he must change into anything it must be a volturis, that is to say vulture.

I wanted to call his name and ask him what was wrong, probably my voice could stop his transition. But I did not even know his name, so I decided to ask him.

‘Sorry what is your name’ I asked as I drew closer; wanting my voice to bring him back to earth.

He did not still seem to be back into this world, so I tapped him.
As I touched, him he reacted immediately and turned.
He was taller than me, so I was looking at him like I was gazing at the stars.

I asked again.
‘Please sir what is your name?’

He still did not say anything; he just stared.
But this time he didn’t look at me with that hatred look as before, I saw a bit of emotion in his eyes but I could not discern what emotion was in his eyes.

At last after taking some time more he finally answered.
‘Solomon’ his voice was deep and coarse.
But he did not still take his gaze from me.
What is he looking at? Did I look familiar, what is he up to?

He dipped his right hand into his overall.
My heart started panting. The last time he dipped his hands into that overall there was just one thing that came out, and that was a gun.

Why would he want to kill me? Does he hates me that much? All the sins I committed were only directional to pastor Salami, or were they not?
I was searching for one reason why he must kill me, why he must pull the trigger, but I found none.
Then suddenly a thought flashed my mind, and I grinned.

Does he want to kill me because of his lover Pastor Salami? Was it because he fell into an irritating love with me? so he is still upset. When did he become like the lovers of the Shakespearean age who would not mind daring a goliath to a duel, so long such a one whispered a love song to their lovers, or picked her for a waltz dance in a large ballet. Has he become a Romeo? Or what kind of passionate gay love could this be?

He kept his eyes on mine, but my eyes were transfixed on was his hand, that in slow motion brought out the armor of death.
As I saw that the gun was almost revealed, I negotiated for my life.
Was this the plan, have I been fooled that the sacrifice is for Friday?
After all I did not hear all what the pastor had whispered to him in their passionate embrace.

My heart felt sore, I was because I feared that I would never see Amanda again, probably she is already dead.

Suddenly, I felt I had inkling to what was happening.
When he said that the priest said I should be kept in the same room with Amanda; he wasn’t talking about me as a living soul, but as a dead body. Amanda is dead, certain, and I was going to sleep with her as a dead man. Then probably one Yoruba priest whose face has been covered with tattoo and ash would carry out the rituals. I remembered what grasshopper said when he came in into the living room before he died.
He said
‘Pastor, everything is set’
I nodded my head in disbelief.

My eyes became cloudy; I thought I had longer years on the face of the earth.
Really, the pastor was right when he said
‘You do not know how miserable you are’

Taekwando in full stormed my mind all of a sudden. Why would I let a one man, with one gun, kill me in a tight corner, am I a chicken? I prepared my self. However, something struck my mind almost immediately
I remembered what our taekwando teacher usually say back then in high school.

‘Your ability to fight is and should always be your last resort. Do not forget that the greatest weapon of war, the most ballistic missile and the deadliest atomic bomb is your mouth, the way you use words…’

Bending on that backdrop, I made the wise choice of negotiation.

‘Why do you want kill me, am I not kept for sacrifice, this is not the right time, I still have more time to spend on earth. Or do you want to disobey what the priest said, what pastor Salami said, what your lover said. I am not to die now, I saw the way you have been thinking about it; that good voice that spake at first is right, listen to it, its called your conscience’

His facial expression changed. I felt I had bought the trouble that was not mine.

‘Who wants to kill you, what shall it profit me to kill you? After all you are a dead man in the habiliment of the living!’

I did not know what to say at first
‘but-but- you know I know what you are bringing out of that overall the last time you brought it out Grasshopper died’

‘Oh you mean the gun, this?’

Before I could say any thing he brought out the gun and pointed it at me, the next thing I heard was
GBbOoArRgGhH!

My self-defense tactics had just failed me. The only defense I had just put forth was similar to the ostrich. I had shut my eyes; so foolish of me.

Suddenly I did not hear anything.
Of course, I knew that when an individual dies he would hear nothing at first but after a while, he would begin to hear crying from hell if doomed, or celebrations from heaven if saved, but I heard nothing.

For the first time I considered the idea of purgatory, a place somewhere in the clouds where some souls hang when dead, effective supplications could throw them to hell and vice versa. That was where I had reached.

Suddenly, I heard my heart panting vehemently again, I began to feel the veins in my eyes, I was alive, I had another chance.
But who did he shoot? I heard a gun shot or didn’t I?

As I opened my eyes gradually, I saw something funny; impatiently, I flung my eyes opened.
This is unbelievable! The weapon that was pointing at me was nothing but my phone.

It was then I understood what happened.
He had brought out my phone gently, he was to evil for me to trust him, and so I assumed that he was bringing out a gun. The fear had eaten me like the locust. As suddenly he brought it out, my fears manifested, I saw what I wanted to see.
The gun shot was no gunshot in reality but a fearful sound he made by using his voice.

I opened my eyes in bewilderment; this is unbelievable; my courage had failed me, ‘am I this fearful?’
Indeed the heart is deceptive we do not known what we want, what we believe, what we are until there is a manifestation.

I faced reality.
I shrugged my shoulders to feign that I was not scared, but it was too obvious. The smile that spread on his face said it all. Now he would know how scared I could be sometimes, he has known my weak point and I felt unsecured.

‘Take your phone’ he said
His smile suddenly disappeared.
I looked at him surprised; this man hates me so much, what has gotten into his head? Why would he return my phone to me, does he not know that with that phone I could call the world on them and they will be all be dead?

‘I thought I heard the pastor order you to give it to the priest so that he could check it for bug. You know he does not trust my dad. Or what is all this saccharine niceness for, it’s absurd!’ I declared

‘That is what the pastor said, accepted, but this is what I want to do. Would you be so foolish to see a golden opportunity and walk away from it?’

‘Why should I trust you, when you hate me so much? You even reported me to the pastor, why this sudden change. Please you can have the phone, after all what do I need the phone for? The dead do not use phones it is for the living! Please have the phone to yourself. Take me to my room, my eyes are heavy, I beg you’

‘I mean it have the phone’ he insisted
He made his voice softer, I just could not understand what was happening and why it was happening, it did not sound real, not a bit
I tried to imagine what he was up to, but I found no clue

‘Have the phone I mean it’ he offered again.
I looked at him, our eyes met. In his eyes was a strong face of sincerity, he looked real.

‘All right’ I finally concurred.

I reached for my phone that was hanging in front of my face. I held the phone in order to collect it, but he did not release it. I applied a little pressure, but he hardened his grip. I got fed up and quit.

‘What is all this?’ I asked exasperated.

He gave me a funny look.

‘Why then did tell me to have it when you were not going to give me in the long run’ I spluttered

‘Of course I do want to give you’

‘Then give me’

‘In this world nothing goes for nothing’

‘But you did not say that at first’

‘And I am saying that now. Nothing goes for nothing’

I looked at him. What is this man talking about? I wondered

‘Okay what is the something you want?’ I questioned

He grinned.
I had never seen him grinned, and he looked ugly when he did. He had open teeth that looked like the combination of stalagmite and stalactite forming a pillar as common in caves or limestone regions.

‘What I want is simple, sleep with me, I would satisfy you. I know you are a virgin. I saw how unprofessional you tried in vain to woo a girl in the bus’

‘Please don’t mention her name’ I pretended not to hear his first offer.

He shoved me with his hands.
‘Didn’t you hear me, I said if you sleep with me tonight you would enjoy me, in fact it would be the best day of your life’

‘I thought you said you are a Yoruba man, and cherish respect a lot, does this not sound so downgrading to you? I also know that the Yorubas are decent people with a beautiful culture, I am sure you do not want to be the opposite. Well, I am just reminding you’

He did not say anything, I saw how his muscles stretched. He struggled to neutralize the big stroke of insult that had just landed on his face; although I had not insulted him.

‘Do not try to be rude, it’s just a deal’

‘You mean I should become gay because I want my phone back? God forbid!’

‘No! Not just for your phone, but because you want your life back’

I did not know what to say.
He continued.

‘Look I can get you out of this place if you pass the night with me. I have the power to do so, I know the secret place out of this empire, I want to help you, but you must help me first’

‘but-‘ I tried to say.

‘Don’t but anything, do it for your life, no price is to big to pay for life. Well, except if you want to die. But if I were you I wouldn’t think twice when such a golden opportunity crosses my way. Be quick, don’t be foolish!’

I stared.

‘Just a night with him and I would get out of here. Just a night with him and my sorrows would be ended, just a night and my life would be preserved…’
I considered his words in my mind.

In his eyes, I saw impatience; he could not wait for me to say YES.


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