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EPISODE 30



I FAINTED WITH EYES WIDE OPENED.

A fearful silence sustained between us.
I had to acknowledge my worthlessness. I found no worth in this world.

My parents to the best of my knowledge had led me into this, although the whole truth is unknown, I knew by reasoning that they were integral part of my mess.
‘Who am I?’ I asked my self again.
‘What sin did I commit by coming into this world?’

Time could not allow me think any further.
Suddenly from one end of the room, I heard a door creak.
My eyes brightened immediately. Grasshopper appeared from the door. This time he was looking more ruthless then ever.
His presence brought back his story to my mind.
However, I did not feel pity for him.

He held a black nylon bag in his left hand. He was still on his black overalls.

As he approached us, I felt fear from the corner of my mind. Amazingly, his first statement confirmed my fears.
He said-
‘Pastor everything is ready for the sacrifice’ he paused then continued.
‘What about the boy?’

My heart jerked
I was expecting a reply but nobody said anything, there was dead silence.

I began to question my myopic view, ‘why didn’t I see all this coming? How come I couldn’t add it up that today was the day of sacrifice?’
My body felt cold like death

Wasn’t it so foolish for me to believe mere precedents in African ritual?
I was filled my previous knowledge that the day of ritual was Friday; I did not know that I could be wrong and it did not even cross my mind at any time.

My eyes became cloudy at once; I was struggling to keep the tears from welling down my face.
I imagined my self been slaughtered, my private parts eaten, and the rest of my body offered to a god.

So foolish of me I thought that all I was having with pastor Salami was a conversation I never could imagine that it was a just way of keeping me for…
But keeping me for what? I questioned my thought abruptly. Wouldn’t they have preferred me asleep…was there sense in my thinking?

I raised my head and looked at pastor Salami. He caught my gaze, looked into my eyes, a broad smile covered his face, then he said in the most gentle manner I had ever heard him speak-
‘Thanks for all your preparations I’m having a nice time with David’
As he called my name, I felt something I could not explain

‘But why are you spending all the night with a boy that would lay on our altar by tomorrow?’

The statement was capable of ministering a big bunch of fear into my heart, but it did otherwise.
I felt a bit comfortable, at least my death was not tonight but tomorrow, my reasoning was right, Friday is the day of sacrifice. The fact that I wasn’t going to end my journey on earth that night, was a bit consoling.

‘I don’t know why, and really I can’t explain it, but this boy’s presence is beginning to have a therapeutic effect on me’

‘But that should not be, he is just a sheep to be slaughtered, he is worthless!’

‘Of course he is, but he is to be slaughtered for us all’ the pastor said

‘Then sir why do you waste your time telling him stories’

‘Im not wasting my time GRASSHOPPER!’ the pastor blared

‘With due respect sir, you are breaking rule number eleven of this great Volturis Empire, its very important we do not break it sir’

‘And what does rule number eleven read’

‘Sir, you know it-‘

‘Grasshopper don’t get me upset, I said what does the eleventh rule state?’

‘I’m sorry sir-‘

‘You better be’

‘it states that any member of the volturis family must not be in any form of useless or vain conversation with any of itsr victims, such individual caught would be brought before the house for questioning and punishment…’

‘So foolish of you, that you had the guts to read that to me…’

‘Sir I know that you are above us and you founded this empire on strong foundations below the ground, but sir I’m only saying that your conversation with this boy would only put this family at risk, and you’ve always loved me for one spirit, and it is this spirit that ensures what is right is rightly done’

‘You must be very careful grasshopper…’

‘I know but-‘

‘I’m still talking’

‘I’m sorry’

‘First of all I am the boss here, and I don’t deserve any form of disrespect of any kind from you. The rule you are seriously fighting for is fighting back at you, but a false sence of the right had blinded your eyes.
The rule forbids useless and vain conversation with victims , for your information, and I mean absolutely wrong to accuse me as the founder of this empire, of making useless conversation, you are indirectly saying I lack discretion and logical thinking.’

‘Sir-‘ Grasshopper tried to say

‘Would you let me talk you son of a bitch?’

‘My apologies sir’

‘If you dare interrupt me again, I pity you. Now maybe you don’t know, this boy that I have been talking to is not a victim, but a savior whose blood may be shed for us, ‘may’ because I may have to change my mind’

‘But that is not possible sir’ grasshopper interjected

‘Who are you to tell me that’

‘No sir I am nobody to say that-‘

‘Wow you must be drunk again’

‘No sir’

‘And may I tell you that you have broken rule number one, so foolish of you. You know rule number eleven without knowing rule number one’

Suddenly, I saw that grasshoppers expression suddenly changed.
He probably knew the consequence of of his offence.
Then things began to happen fast.
Suddenly Pastor Salami deepened his hand into his pocket, before I could Jack Robinson, Grasshopper had raised his overalls and brought out a small pistol and pointed it at pastor Salami.
The foundations of my heart shook.
What is happening? I could not decipher

I had seen all kinds of guns in films but I had never seen any one before in a real life scene.

‘I’ve had enough of you, but before you finally kill me, I would kill you first!’ Grasshopper said with uncontrolled anger.

So this people had guns all this while? I was shocked.

Then pastor Salami put on the defense cap;
‘You know you wouldn’t, infact you cannot dare!’

‘Not after all I have suffered because of you, I wouldn’t have to think twice on killing you!’

‘You think I wanted to bring out a gun? You think I would have killed you. After all you have done for me. Oh Grasshopper how could you think that way?’

‘Keep that for the young minds! You think I am a fool? you wasted Dominic my friend, the other time it was Frank. Tell me why I should believe you, you are full of lies,Wretched man, that’s what you are!.’ He said pointing the gun with deep emotions.
I feared that one bullet would fly out of the gun and blow out my brains.

‘That’s not true, they sinned and I had to kill them’ the pastor tried justification.

‘You just sinned to, don’t forget, and you deserve to die like they did’

‘But you sinned first’ the pastor proposed

‘Yes I did, but it was justifiable. You wanted to kill me, but I am going to kill you first! Devil incarnate!’

‘So you had all this in you all this while? It’s a big pity. But know one thing; when you kill me, that is if you ever succeed in doing that, the whole world would hunt you down’

‘That’s fine, but I would kill you first’

‘Then go ahead, if you are not a coward!’

Suddenly Grasshopper cocked his gun, and his hand wrapped the trigger…
Then I did not know what came over me, I jumped up, eclipsing the pastor, I did’t know when the words flew out of my mouth’ they were not pre-meditated.
I said
‘Before you kill him, kill me first!’

There was silence, I knew pastor Salami was shocked at my gesture but sincerely I did not know why I acted that way. I hated him, but I never wanted him to die. My feeling was funny, or may I say it betrayed me.

Then, what Sandra once told me in the bus came back to my mind,
She had said,
The heart is utterly deceptive, we do not know what it wants

Grasshopper gave a strange grin. But somehow I saw pity on his face.
He said;
‘Oh, blinded by truth, your miseries are so complicated that you cant see that I am on your side, this is for you, so get out of my way let me help you’

‘From the bus I knew that you were my worse enemy on earth’

‘That’s what I made you believe’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I am on your side, get out of the way let me finish this demon!’

‘I don’t care about what you say, drop the gun!’ strange, I issued a fearless command.

‘I wish you understand’

‘Drop the gun!’

‘OR?’

Then I didn’t know how it happened I heard a gun shot, so loud, that it almost pulled out my eardrums.

Nice one

u try to be unique by usin' pidgin-
but i also noticed that u didnt capitalise your proper noun i.e names...
just a lil stuff i noticed.

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EPISODE 29


"WHO EVER SAID THAT LIFE IS A BUNCH OF MYSTERY IS MY TRUE BROTHER" I mumbled beneath my breath.

ignoramus volturis?  Just like that? I wondered what the implication might be.

All this while I had been drinking diluted blood of some murdered humans, somewhere on the globe.  Is this the fortune that lies in conventional churches?  I wanted a church, where I could rock and roll, live my life,  determine my religion and rituals by my discretion. I wanted a church of sanguis, a church riverbrating in life.  That was all I wanted, not some extra cargo of fermented misfortunes, or malafide bonus of depravity!

But was it me?
is it my fortune?
Isn't it dads?
He played to his emotions that night of frustration, but at the same time, deep down in our hearts, we all wanted an exit from our achaic church. We craved for our own lives, our own way.

I never wanted to be a monk, neither did my sister fancy the idea of being a beautiful nun. My dad never wanted to be anointed a bishop, and the last thing on my moms mind would have being the royal back seat and expensive panephilia, common with the bishop wives.
So then why the deep livestyle and seriousness with religion?
A little of every thing was perfect. So we thought. So we reasoned. So it was, our philosophy.

As I sat with pastor Salami that night, the thought of my father leaving our achaic church for a decayed and rottened one, overwhelmed me again.
That night he had stormed in frustrated, we never got to know what happened in the church, our achaic church as it was then.

I was not so much of a stick-noser like I would love to be now. But really, my parents kept lots of secrets from us, they weren't open to us, but somehow I had lived with the inkling of a big secret in my family, big enough to shake the foundations.
I felt the cleaverage between us on certain occasions.

They threw me in the boarding house from Jss 3.
NOT until I sat infront of pastor Salami and looked dirrectly into his eyeballs, I wouldn't have smelt a rat in that gesture.

There was silence between pastor Salami and I, but it wasn't silence for mind and foggy head.

The big question now is
WHAT IS MY SECRET?
My secret lies in a promise land up a hill, but here's the first step.
WHY DID MY FATHER LEAVE THE CHURCH?
And decided so fast for another. If it was just frustration he would have had a rethink later, or at least it would have taken him some time to choose a new church, not just immediately ike e did.
Isn't there a rat in the cupboard?
My answers were locked up somewhere cozy-
That Night...
Reminiscence...

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9:30pm

It was a cold night in our duplex. We sat on a round table and the coals of dads anger and frustration warmed us...like the village scene of a bonfire.

After he had made his stance clear with all his known vulgar words..."we are leaving that first generation church...", the meeting was closed.

I was 15 then and Vera was just 8, she had began to sleep in her room, on her velvety bed, no one was scared of her messing the bed, she was awesome, she had stopped messing the night with her urine quite early, unlike me, it took me a decade. (Grin)

There was no night prayer that gentle night of hurricane. Mom escorted Vera to her room upstairs, but I lead the way, dangling on the steps like a tree in the storm, singing an unrhythmed song, a soliloquy on my vantage point in the turn of events.

I staggered into my room and collapsed on my 6feet bed. I thought I was going to fall asleep at once after the stressful day. But to my greatest surprice my eyes were ajar and it was like a heavy load was placed on my eyelids pulling them upward, I hardly could blink, my eyes were wide opened.

Just the way fate had designed it that night, I began to feel cramps in my stomach, there was no dinner. The heat from dads anger with the church had killed my hunger detector, but that was for the time being.

I endured the hunger for about 25 minutes, feeling reluctant to stand up. Soft rock music embellished from the background, but it was reggae-wild in my stomach.

Finally, I decided to get something to eat in the kitchen down stairs, so I sneaked quitely from my room. But as I stepped out of my room into the dark passage, I began to hear chatterings and laughter from the next door, it was my parents.

I wanted to walk away, when a big question blocked my way;

'Why the laughter, why the excitement?'

There was supposed to be a serene atmosphere in the room, especially after dad had come in wearing a bad mood.
I tried to eavesdrop, here's what I got inbetween wide laughter.

Mom- oh my God you are such an ACTOR.
Dad- that's what attracted you to me.
.....( chuckles )
Mom- it was a big DECISION, but a STEP we must take now.
Dad-sure.
Mom- oh my God I love you.
Dad-come here let's make tonight solid.
Mom-hot you mean...
Dad-no tasty!
Silencing kiss....Low tunes...Groanings...creeks...gasps
I knew I had to leave
I wanted to but my legs did not move, I was enjoing the music of their voices, just then my mom mumbled something I didn't really hear...but at the end of her words, sugared by the event I heard my name-

It made my heart quake atonce.
I turned arround searching akwardly for them , as if they had strangely appeared in the passage behind me.

Within the space of seconds I heard my name from dad,
And it feared me.
I stood in awe. I couldn't move, I was wondering what was going on, but then things hadn't  twisted so suspiciously, so I didn't think deep, afterall I'm their child and they could call my name any time, even in such moments.

Then suddenly I didn't hear any voice again.so I  went heading for the kitchen downstairs.
As I took four gentle steps away from my parents room I heard a door creak.
I froze. I didn't move.
Next-
I heard a female voice behind me-
"David"
I froze I couldn't turn back. I knew the gravity of eavesdropping such events.

"David" the voice came softly again, approaching me.
Then I knew it wasn't my fears.
I turned and found my beautiful sister starring at me, her eyes and white teeth exposed in her perfect grin illuminated the whole passagge like the sun.

"Come on let's go get something to eat" I said as we headed for the kitchen.

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That night didn't mean so much till tonight.
How could three unrelated events happen together.

First was an angry dad with the church.
Second-was a cheerful scene after a bad day.
In that strange lightened mood my mom called my dad an actor.
What was he acting?  what did he act?
Does it mean the whole night was just acting?
why would he choose to feign annoyance?
he would have just told us categorically that he wants us to leave the church on the following grounds...
But does that mean anything?
What was he hiding by pretending?

Why were they celebrating the decision they made?
Was it just the decision of leaving the church or Was it more than leaving?
If it was just leaving, what was so facinating about it?
If it was more than leaving then what could it be?

That day obviously was a great day in their lives, but why? In the midst of their ecstacy my name had flew out from their mouth. Just my name, I didn't hear Vera's.

Why was my name mentioned?
It is deducable that what ever thrilled them that night was related to me, either presently or in the future. But why is it exciting. What is exciting about me in a scence of the choice of worship. Or how is my name related to our new church?
The questioned bothered me soo much.

Now I am in this cannibal empire, and what's most thrilling is the figure of my dad in the turn of events, I had found his number on pastor Salami's phone.
Does it relate to my father, was he aware of the church.
Questions questions questions, no single answer.


Suuddely from my far thought came a close voice, it was pastor Salami. He said something that I didn't hear.

"sir tell me the implication of being an ignoramus volturis"

"Really its been a long time I talked about things like this"

"Why?"

"Events just happen, so fast, we just kill people, eat some, either we boil, fry or take as pepper soup, spice up with garlic and wine, attimes alcohol, or buisness wise we supply politicians, usually we do the kidnapping for them. We don't interact with our cargos, we kill them right on the field, then store them upstairs. So you can see there's no time to talk, I'm a pastor I'm busy, that's the role of capon, he does most of the dealings, he is the face outside not me. We hardly reflect on our lives we just act. We don't discuss our past, that's why grasshopper story struck so hard on us. He didn't finish so you don't understand. Were it not for the recent spirritual complications that warrant a sacrificial lamb, which is you, no normal human live among us. So somehow you are giving me the opportunity to reflect about my life, you are affecting me, I don't want to like you because you are a corpse already, you are dead-"
He dug his head in soberity.

I was wondering if I had affected him so emotionally.
I felt his fears and pain. I felt the thorns in holding unscrutinised philosophies, one must learn to scrutinise his philosophies time and again, so we don't hold philosophies that deep down we don't believe in. The heart is so deceptive, we can't be sure of its capacity, believe or will, except by critical thinkin', often times by critical providence.

I tried to brush out the fear of death for the want of fact. Probably I was God sent to save them either by death or by life, either ways I am their savior.

"You don't have to like me..."

"Sure there is no love for the dead other than pity"

"How much do you sell the humans to the politicians?" I tried to ignore...

"Virgins are the most wanted in the market"
He started.
"A virgin like the head I have in my bag.."
He tried to reach for his bag. I had an emotional strike immediately. He was refearing to Sandra my love in the bus. My anger and pity began to rise again. I felt deep pain and anguish. So Sandra was a virgin. I remembered how we tried to kiss and how grasshopper restrained us. Her head lied dead in that bag, I began to sob internally.

A part of me wanted to see her face again, even if dead, just for the last time, and give her the kiss we never had.
But somewhere deep inside me, I knew I couldn't bear the scene, it would make me want to strangle pastor Salami, do something stupid, yet to me he was just a victim of useless philosophies.

"Sir-em" I tried to say, using my hands to disuade him from bringing the bag close.
He concurred.

"Well, if you-" he tried to say.

"Yes I don't"

"All right. A virgin may cost one million, an adult virgin five million. We charge for kidnapping and shipping aswell. That's where we get our funding"

"If it were to be me, if I was your cargo, how much would I cost"

He sighed, a bit irritated.
"You only have a penis and flesh, consignments like you don't make the market, they would only make me poor. You are cheap good, I don't sell cheap goods! We eat your type, fry your type roast and use for pepper stew with some exotic wine.Atmost we could use your penis to boost our libido- that's all, that's your market value!"

I fainted with eyes opened.

gameboy727: The last update was kinda short. But no problems since I enjoyed it.

it was kinda, ,meanin it wasnt (winks)

no wahala ill give u a longer update
but dont complain thats too long o...
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[quote author=scon-p]i have always tried to comment but keep on seeing "unexpected error" very interesting story. keep it going[/quote]"unexpected error?"
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well
today was unexpected breathrough- cul
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EPISODE 28

THE PASTOR HAD JUST REVEALED ANOTHER STUNNIN' MYSTERY-
Mensa Domini-THE Holy Communion.



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THE SPIRIT AND THE BLOOD REDEMPTION MINISTRY

Sunday 8:30

I walked into the church holding my litle sister hand, Vera.
As we got into the large auditorium of worshippers we found something quite different from the usual service.
There was a big table on the altar, covered with white garment, like a corpse.

It was later on I understood what was happening they call such days communion service.
As we walked in, the whole auditoriun was in dead silence, in no time my sis and I got a nearby pew to seat and watch the strange communion.

Then a round man in a velvet white suit stood up and stood on the altar. Then he stretched his hands, in such a way that his hand, head and hand formed the letter 'W'.
Then he picked up the microphone and gave a deep breath, people responded with exclamations, people lost in the 'spirit'.

Then he said something that I didn't understand.
But the last words I picked were-
"...be in the spirit as we take the holy communion, be in soberity as I bless the flesh and blood of our lord"

After he had said that he turned, backing the congregation. A woman came and removed the white veil, from the far distance between the table and I I could see wine cups and substance that looked like cakes. These wine cups were big, atleast bigger than the one we normally use in my former achaic church, the bread were bigger, it was just like breakfast.

Hungry faces were everywhere the church was told to fast from noon on Saturday uptill the morning. My dad had imposed it on us, that was the first time I experienced an awkward fasting starting from noon.
I was fully aware that things in our new church were different and strange, yet I wouldn't want to play against convention and the latest fashion of doin' things.

Dad didn't tell us it was comunion service, I didn't know if he forgot or he just kept it from us. Or maybe he felt we would ask too many questions.
In our previous church we were taught that the communion should not be taken as food with people loathin' it, but we should eat in our homes before we come and eat the lords supper. They made us believe that the communion wasn't just feasting, but a sacred worship of God.

But here we were made to suffer hunger before the communion. When I got home that day I asked my dad

" Daddy why didn't you tell me that today was holy communion, and you didn't tell me to pray, do my restitutions and sanctify myself so that I wouldn't take the lords body in sin"

"Are you a sinner?"

"But-"

He grinned.
"Oh my boy, you think we are still in that former church?"

"But is the bible different?"

"Our former church read the bible from down to up"

"But the bible says we should-"

"Sh- this is how it should be done GOD is a merciful God, the diciples didn't have to purge themselves before they took the passover"

In my ignorance-
I nodded in light satisfaction.

" but why did we fast?"

"Its sacred"

"How? What is sacred?"

"That's how it should be done!" He snapped.

"Why?"

"Because that's how the church want it to be done"

"But is that scriptural?"

"If its not then add it to your bible"

"But that's not possible"

"Iisten my son, we are under the church and whatever the church says we shoud do is what we must do. The church is the body of God, any thing the church says is what the bible says too. And you must never forget this that 'whoever sins against the church sins against God!"

I mopped for a while.

"But I'm confused, things don't seem right"

"That's because you are not seeing it right"

"But dad, isn't the bible supreme?"

"Unarguably supreme, but the church is the interpreter of the bible"

"Why do churches interprete the bible differently, what then is the right church, asin the right interpreter of the law, or do churches just interprete however they like?"

"God has different interpreters"

"But the interpreters must have something in common"

"Some are sentimentalist"

"How do we know the right ones"

"By Gods guidance"

"How do we know when God is leading"

"You would know through many ways"

"Did God lead you to our achaic church and then lead us out again, does he behave that way"

"God said he knows the thought he thinks of us, meaning the place we are is not where he wants for us, that was why he moved us here.
where we were was a place of his will, but not the perfect place, but here is where GOD wants us to be, atleast for now"

"Really? I'm finding it hard to adapt fast"

"In the presence of God is liberty, you are full of internal bondage, internal consciousness. You must know that God set us free from that church, you must save your self to from the bondage"

"Really"

"I know its todays communion that's triggering all this questions?"

"Not really"

" You are only making a mountain out of a mole hill, come launch is ready, let's go and eat, don't have time to discuss trifles, nomore!"

That was the end of our conversation that day. After then I decided to embrace convention. But not totally.

AS THE communion service commenced there was a rising sound of groanings, people trying to reach God. While some others like me just mopped.

The pastor(pastor Salami) faced the communion for about five minutes, I didnt know what he was doing and he didn't let anybody hear what he was saying. After that, he walked round the tables three times, then came back to his position but dropped down on his knees. As he dropped, people went emotional, the woman beside me was just shaking her head with passion.
She said.
"Oh, such a humble man, such a holy man, oh such an angel sent from God, oh God please keep him for us"

After some seconds of kneeling he stood up, beakoning to other ministers to help him serve the communion.
He picked the microphone saying...

"And Jesus after he had brake the bread, he gave it to his diciples saying, take, eat, this is my body which was broken for you this do ye in remembrance of me.
After he had blessed the cup he said take drink this my blood which was shed for the remission of sins. This do ye in remebrance of me..."

In a short while the bread and wine got to me.
The bread was big, but my hunger was bigger.
The pastor didn't say we should confess any sin, rather he said-

"If you have sin in you don't worry the blood in the cup will purify you, fear not the body of Christ, it brings only life, it dosent bring death, take eat, drink, be merry!"

That was all the consolation I needed.
Our former church always emphasise that if we dare eat the flesh and drink the blood unworthily we would die or fall sick, so often we would purge ourselves, do our restitutions and pray fervently before we take the communion. Sometimes we wouldn't take it at all for fear.
But here was much more easier.

I paused to ask myself which was right,
But the hunger burning within me was so mighty, I could not bother myself too much in the expence of my life!

People arround me began to eat, and as they ate, the pastor wife came on stage to lead the worship.
It was balm, and I fell for her voice like always.
;-)

I looked at vera, surpricingly she had almost finished consuming her bread, and gulping her wine. I shot her a grin. She grinned back. Her beautiful contagious smile kept me back in bliss. She is so tender and young, her eyes shone under her her long eyelids like a shooting star, the atmosphere turns into meekness when she's metres away. she leaves a smile on every face. I loved her so much. She was just- eight-

I grabbed my bread and ate hungrilly, the wine was grape flavor, but the grape tasted different, but, it wasn't so obvious. Somehow I felt nuasea, but I guess the hunger within wouldn't let out its captive.

The service went on normally after that.
That was my first communion in-
THE SPIRIT AND THE BLOOD REDEMPTION MINISTRY

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"Why don't you face the congregation and say loud prayers" I asked

"Well its spiritual"

"Demonic you mean?"

"If you say so"

"Who do you work for? JESUS OR SATAN"

"Both"

"A kingdom can't be didvided"

"They work together"

"Never they don't"

"You would never understand, in death all things become clear"

"In death I will understand? Understand what? Blasphemies?"

"Your death is not far, so don't panic"

"Sir I know I would die, please don't mention it"

"I see" he said looking at his watch

"But what is the juice made of?"

"Grape of course"

"I love grape juice but the one served in communion tastes different"

He grinned.
"It has a touch of human blood in it"

"HUMAN WHAT?"

"That is the ignoramus volturis initiation-"

"So the communion we take in church is an initiation"

"Yes and you have being initiated"

"No! Never! It can't be!"
I screamed, shaking my head vigorously.

"Oh the hunger caused by fasting...Imabong, grasshopper, oh how similar" I said uncontrollably.

"Now you understand, that your life is in the hands of the church because you are in something deeper, than you can ever think"

" how? The church is killing me or what?
How can man not know himself?
How can it be that the world tells you who you are?
How can it be that everything you think you know about your self is just the tip of an iceberg?
Whoever said life is a mystery is my true brother!"
I questioned within' me


....


"SECRET TWO..." the pastor began.

"THIS IS NOT JUST 'BOUT BARBARISM IT DOSENT CULMINATE TO SENCE, or don't you see it?"
I tried to say at last

"Well, maybe you have never heard that you are not meant to say someones philosophy dosent make sense..." he sighed.
"Well, I don't know why I'm spendin' so much time tellin' you stuffs, its no use..."

"Is it because I'm going to be a dead man?" I questioned soberly.

"No"

"Then what?"

"Because you are already DEAD"

"But the death you talk about is not death in the real sence"

"How do you mean?"

"When man is ignorant of the truth, yet it stares him at the face, that illusion is the true definition of death"

Silence.

"On whose side are you, who is ignorant here"

"Its obvious sir..." I said

"That I am? Are you mad?"

"Ooops! No I meant I'm ignorant of the truth and...and many other things, about me, my family, my history and future if I have any though-
I meant death is the ignorance of all these,
The vacum, the uncertainties, the fear, everything, are death in itself"
I lied

"Sounds philosophic"

"You opened the philosophy aura"
I was tryin' to keep calm so I could hear all he believes and how he got brain washed, or better stil, brain-junged.

"You are an embodient of mystery"

"So tell me my secrets, all of it"

"They are really ugly, you wouldn't like to hear them"

"The ones you told me were not beautiful in the first place?"

"Well..."

"Sir I'm all ears"

Deep down I felt that this was the last time I would see him in a lightened mood, I can't be sure of tomorrow, it would be nothin' but brutality. MY DOOM DAY.
I couldn't miss my survival, and if I must survive, that is if I get a lucky chance to, I must escape with my hands full of truth, and all my doubts quenched.

"Truth number one..."

My heart quaked.
I tried to keep still.

He paused, lettin' me burn in curiousity.

He continued.
"...you are a cannibal"
His voice was subtle.

I laughed.
"Sir I never knew you to be a joker-"

"Why would I joke with you?"
He said, sounding so serious.
The atmosphere changed at once.

"If I'm a cannibal I would know, its funny!" I spoke into his face

"You said you wanted to know secrets, now you've heard just one, and you sounding stupid"

"Maybe theres something I don't know?"

"Well, I don't blame you. For your information there are different levels and types of cannibals, the first level are called ignoramus volturis, that is to say, ignorant cannibals or vultures"

"How can one be a cannibal and would be ignorant of it, its not like cannibalism is some sorth of HIV virus that grows in the blood!"

"Well, if you say so. But for the sake of clarity ill like you to know that every member of my church, that has stayed for up to a month is an ignoramus volturis , and don't get it twisted, the last time I checked you were my church member"

"That's not clear, I don't want to say it dosent make sence"

" sure, it dosent make sence, but with mensa Domini. It makes perfect sence"

"Mensa Domini?" I echoed

"Yeah, the table of our lord"

"Holy Communion" I said point blanc.

"But?"

"Have you ever heard my prayer on the communion ingredients?"

I shook my head

"Have I ever faced you to do it?" He asked again.

I shook my head.

Suddenly-
I knew I was a dead man...
POINT BLANC!

-im sowee for the late update i went for a convention and just came back today

updates continue tomorrow.
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Damex333: That pastor is a real demon, they know the bible from A to Z but they uses it 2 misled themselves, the holy communion is eating of the flesh and drinking nd the blood of the saviour, a non-sinner, a man that has no guilt and eating it is not in the flesh, its in the spirit. So, that pastor is insane.

well thts the pastors philosophy...
people also reason that way,
subsequently,
youll get to know why they believe what they believe.

gameboy727: Ahhh! This one pass my power ooo. How did you get to know these things?

lollz
they are real...
history, the dailies, the broadcast everywhere...
the next episode is even...
well wait for it.

nice one Damex...i just started...

i love your story.

EPISODE 26

"...CANNIBALISM IS SCRIPTURAL!"

You can understand how the word struck me, it brought in me tough questions, although I doubted them, but for a pastor like pastor Salami to be involved in cannibalism, really it ministered questions. Yet, I knew his is more than cannibalism. If he rules an empire of cannibals, then he must be a demon.
I can imagine what he meant when he said I would see him in full tomorrow.


The pastor ordered me to seat down.
It was late into the night. Everybody said their goodnights, and disappeared into the passage. But scorpion waited for me, dozzin' in the sofa.

Pastor Salami brought out his IPAD and gave it to me.

"Have your seat" he said.

We both sat like father and on on the sofa.
He dropped his vile bag on the floor.

"Now listen attentively, even though I know I'm just talking to a mere corpse, well to some extent I believe in reincarnation, maybe it would help you in your next life..." He gave a vain smile, although he sounded more serious than ever.

I refused to feel the fear that emanated from his words.

He continued.
"Once upon a time in Isreal, famine struck the earth like the sudden attack by millons of locust upon a plot of vegetation. It was so fatal, so deep, so evil! The height was so terrible, that it launched the onset of cannibalism into the world, or the bible to be precise."

" Then there was a scene, two women offered that they might kill and eat their children to have life, take note of that phrase, 'to have life'. But one was very deceptive, she ate her neighbours child and when it came to her turn, she felt stiff and rusty to eat hers, she tried to play the smart, well I'm glad your dad isn't like her..."

It was a strike on my emotions, but I kept blanc.

"Well it wasn't a total suprice that she became deceptive after eating the first child, it was simple, the spirit of cannibalism had began to eat her, the first girl she ate had made her a cannibal already."

He paused.
I nodded in confirmation.

"Now cannibalism existed from then, but silently. if you don't narrow your eyes to see it you may never see it, but its everywhere in the bible"

"You have my ipad, open the Bible application to MICAH chapter 3 verse 2b read on from there..."

I was wondering what I would see there, but I knew I could see anything atleast, after he had showed me JOB 30 : 29...' I am a companion to owls and dragons...' nothing could be more supricing.

As I opened the bible to the passge, my nervous system received a shock. He noticed.

"Read it aloud! Now, "

I mopped. Became immotile for some seconds, then I went ahed.

" MICAH 3 : 2B... I READ...
Who pluck of their skin from off them, and their. flesh from off their bones.

Vrs 3. Who also eat the flesh of my people and flay. their skin from off them, and they break their bones and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron...then..."

"That's okay, don't read on, now you understand..." he said with a touch of anxiety.

There was something about him stoppin' me abruptly, maybe the next verse said something quite revealing, I saw it in his face. As I bowed my head again to look at the bible, he interjected...


"Let me have the ipad, I love rapt attention when I teach"

In my mind I replied him at once...
"Or rather when you brain wash"

If there was anything I Iearnt from my achaic church before we left, it is that, for every teaching we hear we must have the full backup from the bible. We were also taught to read the full chapter if someone brings a subject from a verse, thus we may have full understanding.
It then dawned on me that the achaic church had its way of saving our ass, by its tough doctrines, that normally sound out of this world.

Too late for pastor Salami, I had already read the next verse before he noticed. And it was kind of consolin'

"Verse four-
Then shall they cry unto the lord,
But He will not hear them; he will even hide
His face from them at that time, as they
Have behaved themselves ill in their
Doings...."

If I learnt anything from the verse it is the fact that God opposed the cannibals and he is ready to destroy them. But that wasn't the whole, he had just etablished an indisputable point, that is,
cannibalism once existed, and strangely, its in the bible.

The pastor continued.
"Now I think the verse you read is quite explicit (refearing to the one he told me to read, not the one I snicked to read). That was cannibalism. Well all I've being saying is just a backdrop, now let's go to the crux. Let's go to the new testament, to the words of Jesus, and what his opinions were"

"JOHN chapter 6 verse 53 to 55....
I've opened go ahed and read" he said handing me the ipad.

What I saw was failiar, but in this light, it was the strangest thing I've ever read-

I started...
" it read thus...
Then Jesus said unto them, verily, verily I say unto
You, except ye eat the flesh of the son of man, and
Drink his blood, you have no life in you.

Vrs 54.
Whoso eateth my flesh and drinketh my blood, hath
Eternal life; and I will raise him up on the last day.

Vrs 55
For my flesh is meat indeed, and my blood is drink
Indeed.

Vrs 56
He that eateth my flesh and drinketh my blood,
Dweleth in me and I in him.

Vrs 57
As the living father hath sent me, and I live by the
Father, so he that eateth me, even he shall live by
Me.

Vrs 58
This is that bread which came down from heaven;
Not as your father did eat manna, and are dead,
He that eateth of this bread shall live forever."

As I read it my faith shook.

"Wasn't it just bread this people ate not flesh? You must be miss quoting, this is blasphemy! " I opposed.

He gave a broad smile.
"Well I think JESUS have a word for you in verse 61..."

I scrolled down...I was baffled by what I saw.

"Verse 61
When Jesus knew in Himself that his diciples murmured against it, he said unto them...
Doth this offend you?"

I froze.

Pastor Salami continued.
"Read verse 66"

"I've heard enough" I said heavy with emotion.

"You must read it, you wanted to know, and that was why you called me a fat liar."

I gave it a thought. Then I became resolute to get to the end of the matter.

I continued.
" verse 66
From that time many of his diciples went back,
And walked no more with him."

I felt cold.

But as I pronunced the chapter and the verse I could see the devils number starring and mocking me in the face.
I felt the devil was somewhere...

I read it aloud in my mind...
John 6vrs66
That is 666...
The number of the devil!
I was flabbergasted.
Although it didn't make too much sence then, but it gave me an inkling to what I would love to dig into. Somehow I believed then that God has his way of ministering by impressions. God left me a warning to beware! And I picked it up immediately.

He continued.

"Now you understand the scene, Jesus was introducin' them into cannibalism, some people knew what it was like, so they opted to quit, Jesus felt their murmurings and lack of understanding so he asked if they were offended. They couldn't come to the understanding of what he said afore time that he who eateth the son of man have everasting life. They were blind just like you, they were shorthsighted, grossly myopic. It was too heavy on their hearts that so many people walked away from Him that day. He felt lonely and asked if his diciples would stay with him or leave....he said...will you also go away?"

"I know the thoughts that may be going through your mind thoughts of doubts, anger, anihilation, fear, heavy emotions, but you really need to think straight. Jesus started cannibalism! He ordained it, practiced it and passed it to us, who are we, mere mortals, flesh and blood, sand and dust, to refuse his offer!."

"Never, you are wrong, you are only looking for an alibi!" I interjected bitterly.

He gave a broad smile.
" oww, don't be myopic open your eyes and see, there are different kinds of cannibalism and different levels, you must understand the modes. Now rememer Fred's storry, Grasshopper as you know him. When the love of his life, Imabong wanted to initiate him, what did she do? she gave him a piece of meat, he didn't mention it but she also gave him a cup to drink. Is that different from what christ was saying, and the antecedents, the Holy communion, mensa domini?"

"What are you talking about?" I said in total confusion.

"Don't be blind!"

"What is mensa domini?" I asked.

"Mensa domini is a latin word. 'Mensa' means table.
Domini and dominius are the masculine and feminine form of 'master' in latin, rabbi in Greek.
Domini as we have it here was used because it was being refeared to Jesus who although God, came in the form of man. So if you juxtapose the two you would get the word-
'Table of our lord'
Lord as a synonym of master, this is because the isrealites usually call their masters lord. You remember what was said in the bible,
'my lord said unto my lord, seat on my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool'
Refearing to David and Jesus. Extended metaphor"

"Now for the want of a simpler word, it refears to the holy communion. Now I would ask you, what do you take the holy communion to be?"

"Its just a ritual ordained by GOD to replace the passover, which is the celebration of the Isrealites marking the night God delivered them out of the bondage of their enemies, and brought them out of Egypt with his outstretched arm and mighty power..." I explained.

"That's okay, bible encyclopedia" he teased, but I didn't even manage a smile.
"Now answer me, what did they eat that night?"

"Flesh and bread, I suppose"

"Now, your supposition is right"

"But that dosent mean anything?"

"Yes it dosent mean anything, on the basis that you are blind"

"What are you driving at"

"They ate flesh...what do cannibals eat..."

"I don't know" I lied.

"Well they eat flesh..."

"So what does that sum up to?"

"Be patient. That is a level of cannibalism, Jesus came into the new testament, used the holy communion to replace the passover, but this time, he ordains that man eat his flesh and drink his blood....
He then ordered that they do it till he comes..."

"I'm lost!" I said.

"Listen attentively. When you take the lords supper, and eat his body, corpus domini, did it occur to you that you can never spit it out, you must swallow it, it must get to your belly?"

"What sence does that make" I asked.

"Now Holy Communion is similar to the actual reception of the sacrament of the Eucharist. For real reception of the blessed Eucharist, it is required that the sacred species be received into the stomach"

"But..." I tried to say.

"You need to listen and understand..."

"But..." I tried to say again.

"What I'm saying is that Christ came to activate cannibalism"

"Jesus christ! That's not true! That's a fat lie! God would not forgive you! The bible says. THOU SHALL NOT KILL!"

"That's why in the Holy Communion you don't have to kill. Open your eyes, there's a different between killing to damn, out of hatred, disgust or retaliation, and killing to eat, to fulfil the law"

"That is not just achaic, it is irrational..."

"One calls 'barbarism' what he is not accustomed to, that was by montaigne on cannibalism" he said.

"It-it-em...actually...what I mean...is...em..." I stammered, I was out of words.


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Next episode.

"Are you sure what then would you say about this...."

I froze, I didn't know what to believe anymore.

Damex333: Abeg, no blow my mind o- i still need am o.

lollz...

EPISODE 25

TWO NAMES STOOD IN MY HEAD LIKE A ROAD BLOCK-

Here is AMANDA a girl matched-made for me by a legless shoe such a mysterious scene it was when a note popped out from the blues, related to no one, except an invisible individual who had called himself or herself our savior.

On the other hand was this fictitious IMABONG...fictitious because she was only in Grasshoppers story, she existed there, not here. I was only hoping  she wouldn't jump out of the story and stare me in the face. Well, that's if she hasn't already.

Could my Amanda trully be Imabong?

The question became stronger and stronger in my mind, I didn't know what to believe again, and really I didn't know why the thoughts came.

Amanda was locked somewhere inside and I can't assertain our meeting again before I finally die. Although I wasn't sure of the day I would be executed, one thing was sure, it must be this weekend. It was a new Thursday morning, 3:30am, but I knew by virtue of the Nigerian films I watch, Friday is usually the day of sacrifice.

Now Imabong was just a girl, pretty as Amanda.
The way I met Amanda made me still feel that there was something in the house that I haven't unveiled yet. Its either Imabong OR some strange spirit trying to get me out. But either ways, there's something...or someone. I felt it stronger, but I didn't know why.

I believed in the note the legless shoe had given Amanda and I.
Or was it just a trap?  Is pastor Salami lying about my death? I can't trust him and I would never, even if I had the chance of a second life.

He said I was going to be sacrificed to purge their blood. But do blood purge blood? am I christ? What makes my blood purer than thiers? and somehow my dad is involved in sacrificing me? isn't it shadowy? This isn't making complete sence!

Probably Amanda is Imabong, and they want to initiate me into cannibalism; so I can taste their mysterry? Never! That's not going to happen.
Then somehow my dad would pop out from the blues and say he is sorry, feigning grave innocence and speaking lots of English.

Then I wouldn't be able to eat any other thing apart from human flesh or meat. I wouldn't be able to eat rice or yam, my dear yoghurt and icecream would become bitter, snacks would be nonsene, pizza, shawarma, puff's everything would be nothing, I would crave for flesh like oxygen, I could kill someone at off sight, I would look at human like some chicken dreaming of them being roasted and dancing inside my stomach.

My parent would become very scared of me and toss me out, somehow I would have nowhere to go, no house to live in, nobody arround me, I would only be welcomed in one place, and that's HERE.

Like a flash, what Imabong told Grasshopper in his story gave me an inkling to my present situation.
She had told Grasshopper that he wouldn't be alone, that was after he was intiated...
Now grasshopper wanted to say how he got here but pastor Salami cut him short, in a flawed claim to keep the entry into this place a secret. Why would he want to keep it a secret? A secret above everything.

Why didn't he didn't keep the secret of his identity, knowing that a good name is far better than rubbies. He didn't keep my dads involvement private. He didn't keep his gayism, ruthelessness or his pretense as my aunt a secret, he didn't keep Grasshoppers intiation a secret, then why must he  keep the entry into his association of cannibals a secret?

Previously, when Capon had tried to stop him from revealing the chosen factor to me. He refuted it on the premise that my knowing anything was not an issue at all because I would never get out... I would die!...so why then is he keeping something from me? Why this if there isn't something else.
My suspicion grew.

It made perfect sence to me that I wasn't going to die. Rather I was meant to meet Amanda, who is Imabong under cover, and just like Grasshopper's scene, her towel would fall off, I would be tempted by her nudity and fall for the bait... she would take me through rounds upon rounds, I wouldn't be tired, then in the last round I would find my self in some large expanse of land, lying on her grave reading her epitaph,

IMABONG RAPHEL
DIED 2011...

Thereafter I would experience a strange hunger and before I would say Jack Robbinson I would have myteriously eaten her flesh of damination! , next my parent would die and I would eat their flesh, she would suck their blood...

The thought was too scary, yet it seemed so real...
Was that why the legless shoe joined us both, so we might fall in love?

My mind was heavy.
But if really they wanted me to fall for that why then did grasshopper say his story? His story had lots of moral lessons powerful enough to restrain me from having sex till I get married, or atleast not with an unknown person. It was explicit, raw and real. It scared me and should scare others to.

That was the most confusing part, I knew Pastor Salami was very intelligent, and letting out the storry from Grasshopper had a reason.
But I was too blind to see it, and it pained me greatly.

My first doubts about Amanda began to rise. I never trusted her at first, I grew to trust her by the turn of events and now everything about her dosent seem real again. I panicked.

Grasshopper took his seat.
I moved my buttocks to my former position in the centre.

"I think I should be on my way" Pastor Salami said.

Everyone stood up, and I conformed. Somehow, I was begining to feel an emptyness within me as he was about leaving. In as much as he tried to rape me, made me feel bad, having a familiar face around made me feel at home. I began to wonder what things would be like when he left.

"hope a room was prepared for him?"  He said pointing to me.

"Scorpion! You were incharge did you do it?" Capon said, questioning the man who had brought me out from the toilet and seized my phone. Well, so far he hadn't blown my cover.

"Sure I did! Is he going to stay with the girl?" Scorpion asked.

My heart skipped a beat.
'My thoughts must be right then' I mutteted. I felt they wanted it to look like they never wanted it to happen so they can pretend when it happeneds. Well that was because I had almost concluded that Amanda is Imabong.

"I don't think that would be necessary, he can stay in his room" capon said

"Allright sir!" Scorpion replied.

"I would be back tomorrow evening for the..."the pastor said, ending with a winkish smile.
Everyone did smile, although their smiles were heavy with secrecy and suspicion.

I drove my mind away from his incomplete sentence, it only brought me further questions which I really wanted to break from at the moment.

"You said you are going home?" I said questioning Pastor Salami.

"That's what I said, or...oww, sorry my dear you are already missing me, don't worry you will see me in fulness tomorrow" he said giving me a pitiable sarcastic face.

"In fullness?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes.
"So this is you incomplete?" I said.

He chuckled.
I was serious and I was angry he took it for a joke.

He zipped his bag properly, the one containing the two heads, Sandras and another.

"Are you taking that home?" I questioned.

"Why not, its mine"

"Peoples head?"

"Are you mad?" He questioned. I didn't look back but I knew he just waved someone off who was willing to dash me a heavy slap.

"So mommy G.O is a cannibal too?" I questioned in soberity.

"Show me your friends and I will tell you who you are...she is my wife, so make your conclusions..."

"Do you eat humans too? You and her?"

"There something you don't know"

"What's it?"

"Cannibalism is scriptural!" He said.
My heart jerked.

"That's a fat lie!"

"Really? Waith I will show you in the Bible...then you can like to shut up!"

"Show me..." I said looking into his eyes in boldness, eagerness and confusion, all well blended.

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Watch out for the pastors view in the next episode...
It should blow your mind!

next update is today.

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gameboy727: Freaking scary but cant stop reading. . . I fear for this boy o. He is really doomed.

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Damex333: Eeya- but amanda can't be her o. Or so i thought.

life is full of suprices
only the future can tell kip ff

EPISODE 24

*I'm sorry for the late publication. It was due to some hiccups I couldn't fix in time. Well they are partially fixed now. I promise you episodeS this week...
Ceteri paribus.
Thanks.
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GRASSHOPPER CONTINUED...

"She stood before me, naked as a jaybird.
Could this be my Imabong? The girl i'd loved all my life, the treasure I thought I had lost and would find someday, happy and frolicking like two love birds? As I stood before her that day, I was totally speechless..."

He took a pause.
I pitied him a little, but whatever his story was didn't make him a better person.

"As she rolled her nude body towards me, the words she had just said banged inside my head like wild fusillade,
'JUST ONE MORE ROUND!'
Then I looked at her, every thing about her was as inviting as the forbidden fruit that cursed man.
Well...at that point I was Adam...."

My mouth almost fell agape.
I almost said...'dont tell me you ate the apple'

He took a deep breath, then continued.

"She came closer, and closer...As she was a step towards me, I took a step backward, she took another step forward, I took another backward, she followed me still...
We continued that way until I reached the wall. I couldn't penetrate through the wall, my cold-sweaty palms were behind me in a futile attempt to push down the wall for fear...
My body was vibrating vehemently like some chicken dropped alive into a bowl of boiling oil. My teeth crushed against eachother...I could feel my heart panting and almost breaking out of its cage, out of my chest, out of my body in fear, as a living sacrifice..."

"I began to have a feeling when she was in front of me; I wanted to kill her while she was yet human, but the fear of touching her was prevalent.
Besides, she didn't appear human, there was nothing human about her apart from******"

"Then she came to me at last, face to face, centimetres apart. I couldn't stand her, all she put into me was fear. I didn't know when I began to cry and beg her not to hurt me or force me to have sex with her, I promised her that I would do anything for her if she let me go. It was then she smilled, and said...
"Sure I have job for you..."
"Please I don't want your job!" I had protested sweat and tears welling down my face.

"But you just said you would do anything for me if I let you go" she said logically.

"But doing a job for you is not letting me go" I said trying to be wise.

"But that's your definition of 'letting you go" she said looking into my eyes.

"Please, I beg you in the name of God. Aren't you my Imabong the girl that showered me with love that day..."

"Yes...and I've come to finish it" she had interjected.

"Or rather you've come to finish me?"

"If you get finished in the process, its your choice..."

"How..."

"Let's go..." she said. As she said that, my heart jumped up with glee, I felt I had advocated my freedom, I felt it was over, I didn't know my troubles had just begun..."

"Then dressup let's go..." I said.

"That's immaterial" she said

"You want to go out naked? How's that possible?"

"With you and me, nothing is impossible"

"Then she looked me in the eye, I couldn't keep her stare, so I looked down. She rolled her index finger on my exposed chest, I haddnt buttoned up my shirt. Her hand felt cold...as I shut my eyes for a second I saw a snake licking me with her forked tongue, a very big one like what she had turned into, in fear I opened my eyes forcefully, to my suprice she smilled, as if she knew what I saw"

"Her fingers were fiddling with my chest...
'Lets go one more round' she said.

'Please I'm tired...' I faked."

'You know what, you don't have a choice, the initiation is five rounds, we've gone only four, you must complete it unless you would die'

'Initiation? Into what?'

'Well many young people like you have sex and they don't know what sex is all about. They think its just the sweet groanings of love and all the stuff. when you sex, her spirit or the spirit controlling her diffuses into you and yours alike. You are the blade and I am the chalice, when we fuse together we form a star shape, at that position our spirit becomes strong, fuse together, the dark world call that state apogee, the strongest spiritual state of man just like the illuminati symbol, an inverted triangle placed inside a sitting triangle, that's where the power lies....'"

" she had said so many stuffs that night, but her words were like fire in my heart, I was burning, burning in fear. Then I began to think of the school I had left behind. The night had gone really deep, the day was fast approaching. My dotting mother would have assumed I was sleeping innocently on the thick velvety bed she had given me to school. At that moment I didn't feel my world was crumbling, I felt it had crumbled already..."

'Why do u say you love me and then you try to hurt me'
'But you said you love me too...'
'I don't know if I still do'
'You want to break my heart?'
'You broke mine first'
'By giving you my body?'
'Your body is death!' I said fumming.
'That means you are dead! I'm not going to kill you tho' , you will just work for me, and that's because I love you'
'No, I want to go to my hostel!' I said like a nagging child.
'Right now I am your hostel!
I've missed you and right now I've come to have you to myself' "


"That was the last word I heard...
Suddenly I didn't know what happened, or how it happened, I found my self vigoriously having another round...but I wasn't my self. It was like I was seeing my self, like I had being detached from my body...our spirits had fused like she said, we had gotten to the apogee of the spirit world..."

"Then it was like magic, everywhere became cold, as cold as death. I began to hear trees whispering at a distance. The lights went off. A lightning cut across the heavens. Crickets were pitching terrible sopprano notes. The air was damp. My bed disappeared. My roof blew off and I began to see the heavens. I began to see the moon and the stars ...I knew we were now like one of the stars as she had explained, but I knew I wasn't up in the sky I was far into hades...."

"The bed in the hotel room was no more, rather I saw in my gloomy sight a large expanse of land, so lonely, so serene, so still, so quiet. An owl was somewhere singing my song of damnation. From my gloomy sight, I disovered that it wasn't just a large expanse of land, but a big grave yard, with tombs of the dead all around...it was like a dream but it was real!"

"Suddenly my body became one, and I found my self lying on a tomb. As I raised my head in my lying position, I could read what was writen on the tomb,

IMABONG RAPHEL
2011
Rest in peace
Courtesy: family

"I didn't know what to do I was on Imabongs tomb, reading her epitaph. She had died two years ago. I wondered how she died. But reading her epitaph gave me some satisfaction that this spirit taunting me wasn't Imabongs, rather a spirit using her body. It was a short consolation"

" I sat up that fateful night. But to my suprice, Imabong was no where to be found. I stood up and turned 360, but all I saw were the tombs of the dead. Some had died 1976, some 1981,some 2000, only few were recent.
I began to feel the spirits of the dead all arround me, although I couldn't see them. I looked at my uncladed body, and felt shame"

"On the ground beside her grave were my cloths, supricingly, my cloths had telepathed with me, strange.
In haste I picked them up and wore them. After dressing up there was no where to go. I stood in confusion. I had never being to such a big grave yard like this. I didn't know my way arround, and to start wandering was scary. I mopped into the skies. I hated my self for ever snicking from school. I hated my self for ever meeting Imabong, and for not picking her towel that Saturday evening when my doom was stamped."

"Just then I began to hear distant voices. The voices were everywhere in no dirrection. I couldn't say if they were comming from my left, or my right, front or back, infact it was comming from the ground and above. The voices gave me migrane. It kept increasing, and I felt that all the spirits in the grave yard were comming for me. My heart shook. My head was pounding.
Then it got so loud that I had to close my ear with my palms, but it was like the voices were coming from my head...louder and louder.
I held my head, and crashed on my knees. Then as if the spirits had achieved what they wanted, the voices quenched."

" I raised up my head in the sudden dead silence, then I found Imabong in a white sparkling flowing gown. She was smilling. The first thing I said was.
'Please get me out of here'
'Sure I will, but this place would never get out of you exept by blood...'
'What do you mean?' I had questioned fearfully.
'I will turn you'
'Into what?'
'Look at that...' she said pointing to a fire. The fire wasn't there beore. I was shocked.
'How did it get there?' I questioned.
'How did you get hungry?'

"As she said that I began to feel terrible cramps in my stomach. It was like my intestines were sheading into shreads. I couldn't help the hunger. The hunger overpowered me, I had never felt such in my life. I held my stomach, I was gasping for air"

"Then she went to the fire, and picked a meat. It was like suya I didn't know when I grabbed it and ate it. As I ate it my stomach cramps disappeared instantenously.
Then she said...

'You have just eaten my body, the body of the dead. you are now part of me, body and spirit...flesh you shall eat, you shall give me their blood, and you will eat their flesh!...' "

" I wanted to scream JESUS! But no words came out of my mouth. Then she said I should not worry that I wouldn't be alone. I wanted to vomit what she had given me, but it wasn't possible
Then she ordered me to go, but warned me never to sleep with any girl"

" suddenly she turned into a big tiger and started chasing me I didn't know when I ran, I didn't know where I followed, but after like five mintes of crazy sprinting, I found my self behind our school fence. I turned back in awe but saw nothing. Just then she appeared to me in her flowing gown saying...
'TAKE CARE WE WILL MEET AGAIN'
I couldn't wail, I couldn't curse I just mopped as she disappeared into thin air."

"After then I couldn't eat again. The only thing I could manage was meat. In the next two months I graduated from secondary school. The day I was graduating my parents died in a ghastly accident. Imabong brought me in body to the scene and I ate the bodies while she drank the blood. Later on it was said the bodies were burnt beyond recognition. That was my first flesh...after that I met capon..."

"That's enough your comming here, here, the loction, the methods and modes, remain top secret. That was great, I remebered very well when you met me." Pastor salami interjected.

I muttered in my mind.
'Another secret hidden from my face!'

Then an evil thought came to my mind.
HOPE THAT GIRL CALLED AMANDA, AIN'T IMABONG?

I had no prove, but the match was kind of perfect, the kind of beauty grasshopper talked of.
I only could only hope...
That she is Amanda and not Imabong.


My thought was short lived.

WATCH OUT!

im sowee i had some hiccups and challenges...
rectifying in progress...
99percent...

im working on the next...
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enomasly: Cool...more please...imabong tinz...

Na so
Monday finzz

EPISODE 23

This was part I was waiting for, the time whereby I might know the crux, craddle and onset of a sect of cannibals.
I was riveted as I stared with my eyes open, ears open, nose open, mouth pouted...this is it.

"Five years ago, when I became a teen adult, as Nigeria constitution had it, I was eighteen years of age. I was bubbling in the vain effevescence and exhillaration peculiar to crazy youths of my kind, of mankind, of all kinds..." grasshopper began.

"Nice construction, I didn't start that captivating to win the governors wife's award, as the best essayist in kaduna.' I said beneath my breadth. This guy sounds intelligent. His diction was Britania, his pronunciation was smooth, and clear as crystal.
He was bitting his last consonant with a commensurate gesture. I was impressed.

"I was a lover boy, I was sensual I was dirty. I was Born in the city of Calabar, you know how our girls could be sometimes, some are just beautiful, some designed for the natural to happen, while some are just highly seductive and irresistible...."

I smilled.

"Actually it wasn't my fault that I was sensual or some lover boy. I was born with a terrible kind of sin. From the first day I knew my self as a human living on planet earth, I found myself with a terrible drive. Time and time again I would catch my self fiddling with my elastic fleshy armour that rises up and down in amorous glee...in between a region called my groin..."

Everyone chuckled.

" I always find the stuff very intresting. I grew up in a catholic family. My dad was a headmaster and my mom was a headmistress somewhere else. They lived the Busy life."

"Then after school, and after our pretty house maid had made us food, I would go inside and enjoy my thing, it was like heaven on earth, and in a second I would find my self lost in sleep. In such position I always dreamt of intresting events, or sometimes I would see my self trying to woo a pretty girl. Few times I would find someone trying to suffocote me with her mouth on mine... I never knew what it was called and the antecedntal events that would always follow..."

He paused as if to reflect.

"Then one blessed day, my only younger brother, then he was 6(six) and I was eight( banged into me doing my thing. In a defensive reflex I jumped up, my stuff was dangling out of my trousers, although I was unaware.
'Whats wrong with you, can't you knock?' I had attaked him.

'Im sorry but your stuff didn't knock before it pushed out from your trousers!' He had responded cruel, evil and stubborn as usual.
It was then my face was covered with shame.

'Dont you dare tell mom' I had warned him

'Not until you promise to give me your pocket money tomorrow!' He had threatened.

'Sure' I said. It was no big deal for me.

'But what's that that you were doing?'

'Nothing, go away!'

'If you don't tell me I will tell!' He protested.

'What will you tell daddy and mommy'

'What I saw!'

' what did you see?'

'Nothing'

'I will beat you!' I threatened.

' no daddy will beat you instead'

'Okay I will show you what I was doing. You may like it too.' I said.
It was that day I taught my brother the stuff, and he became an addict uptil date."

I looked at him, speechless.

"One day our maid came to my room tying a towel.
She wanted to drop a message from dad. It was Saturday evening, dad and mom had gone out for reharsals, they were ministers in church.
My brother had gone to the saloon...the house was empty...very empty...it was just the two of us..."

He clarred his throat.

"Spill it out in details!" Pastor salami blarred in uncurtailed excitement.

I shook my head, in uncurtailed digust.

"Actually she was fourteen and I was twelve. Her puberty was like a ripe avocado before wanton boys, inviting like the urge to quench hunger. She brought an envelope from dad and as she tried to drop it on the table, her towel fell off. In shame she squatt, but didn't pick the towel. What my eyes saw was...
I ran to her to tell her sorry....
Before now, we've been friends but she was not living with us she comes and go...."

"Tell us what happened" capon said smilling.

" I went to her, but she didn't pick her towel. I began to to have the urge I used to have when I masturbate but this was stronger.
She looked into my eyes, and I began to melt like wax.
She stood up in her nudeness, standing beside her towel. She winked at me and told me to help her pick her towel.
I stood infront of her and the towel."

'Why should I pick it?' I asked her.

"Before I knew it, she began to twist her leg, waist and everything twistable towards me. In few seconds she was beating me softly that I should help her pick the towel, I followed the rhythm. as we were playfully beating ourselves, she suddenly paused and told me to be calm. She ran to the door and locked it.
She came back smilling, her nudity stood before me like Eve's apple.

'I want to teach you something?" She said smilling.

'But I'm more intelligent than you, you know' I said proudly

'Oww keep that aside I will show you what no teacher will teach you'she said

'Whats that I asked, my eyes beaming like a bulb"

"Close your eyes she urged me, I played with the music and I closed my eyes. Before I knew it I felt someone hugging me from behind...I didn't know when my cloths fell off...I didn't know when we got to the bed...all I knew was that we were on some bed, grooping madly for love! Doing what adults do.
The next week she left our home for her aunts place. I cried. She took something of mine, and scotted. I missed her like the ocean would miss the rain in the harmathan..."

"That day activated something in me, and I hungered for more. When I couldn't get it, because I didn't know how to approach the female folks, I simply got magazines of obscene pictures, I snicked blue films and I masturbated greatly. As the ideal situation was I dropped in my accademics, dad noticed and threw me into a boarding school, and to worsen it, it was a boys only...he never knew he was pushing me farther into doom!"

"Then one unfortunate day, back to the begining, I was eighteen, my bad past had engulfed me and stiched me into a piece of wantoness and vanity. My friends and I scaled out of school as usual, I was in SS3 then and we were mini gods, lawless and loosed.
We went to a particular party one night at about 11pm..."

"There as the party went, my friends went ahed to pick girls of their choice. In a second I was lonely in the club, although people were arround. I was not so fast in choosing my girls, so I took my time.
I sat on a plastic chair, guys were rocking their girls, getting inspired by the blue light of darkness and the loud music of madness..."

"I sat there that day, thinking of my experience with our maid then, her name was Imabong, the music in her name was rocking in my head. Although after the experience we had that night, years back, I've had sex, but Imabong's encounter left a resounding memory."

"I couldn't approach another girl that particular night, I don't know why, I felt Imabong's aura all around me. The girls that came arround irritated me and I threw tantrums at them.
That night was strange.I thought I had lived over it with my previous encounter, but noway! That night felt different.
It was later on that I knew that I was being manipulated that particular night by her"

Everyone mood changed.

I felt he was going somewhere painful to him, I read it on his face, he became sober.

He continued.
" ...as I sat that night watching the dancers in sexual glee ahed of me with a straw of HARP in my mouth I saw something captivating...."

"A girl wore a short tight pink gown. She was extremely pretty, her makeups were moderate, she was such a good dancer. But strangely she was dancing alone. I was supriced how all the guys in the club could be so blind...I wish I was also blind that night..." he said sobbing maturely.

"With my eyes fixed on her back side I approached her. She didn't even care I didn't know her before, as soon as I was in reach she held my hand and we danced sensually."

"When we got tired we went to seat and sip some more alcohol. It was then she called me by my name, FRED.
I was shocked and I asked if I knew her before...
She smilled and reintroduced her self as my first love, Imabong"

" I was so excited. The proverb had just come to my lime light.
'Think of the devil and you'll see him appear'
But Whoever wrote that proverb had strong reasons for using the devil and not something else. Or so my situation revealed."

" I ran to her and hugged her, before I knew our lips jammed...grazed and...
Next we checked into a room.
As we made ourselves nude in active foreplays...
She paused again.
This time she didn't pause to lock the door, rather she paused to sound a warning. I remembered what she said that night,

Tonight would be so memorable, that you would wish it never happened.

There was something wrong with the sentence but I didn't press on, I thought it was her usual error in english. In my mind, not to interrupt her flow, I corrected her saying...' it would happen again'
How could something be memorial and you wouldn't want it to happen again?
Without wasting time I grabbed her and let nature take its course...
It was later I knew she was right, and there was nothing wrong her grammar."

"After I slept with her that night, we were done with our rounds at about 3am. I was exusted. And almost slept off, then suddenly as I was about to roll off her, something strange happened. She turned to a casket. And I found my self lying atop a casket, I wanted to scream, but immediately she turned back into a human."

" I reached for my boxers to run from my night mare, when she turned to a big snake and stood waiting for me by the door. I begged her, crying, calling her those sweet names I used to call her, then she turned back to human. And said another fearful thing.

'Youve known my flesh, you need to know my spirit. You think I am the coy Imabong? Welcome to my world..."
'What do you want from me' I protested

'ONE MORE ROUND!'

'But I'm scared' I said in misery.

'If you love me you will take me for who and what I am. If you don't love me by not accepting me, I will kill you and eat your flesh, maim your spirit and damn your soul! no one breaks my heart and go scot free!' She blarred within rage.

she brought her nude seductive body towards me...

" I wanted the ground to sink me down, even if it were to be hades...it would be better..." he said. Then paused

enomasly: This is where ave been waiting for how did dey all start dis writer reads my fucking mind...jaylo u shud give us some more jaylo u shud giv us som more *iceprince voice+

yo bro
sowee for the delay
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[quote author=gameboy727]Patiently waiting you to update your story. Wanna hear grasshopper initiation story.[/quote

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EPISODE 22

Like a sudden surge from from a nightmare, I found my self in a different world entirely. A world pregnant with mysteries and discoveries.
Discoveries on how miserable I had become!

Minutes ago I had thought that the worst thing happening to me was being shut up in this unknown edifice.

I hoped against hope that somehow I would get out. The legless shoe had assured Amanda and I that we have a future together.

But now "things fall apart, the centre cannot hold, mere anarchy is laid upon me..."
I began to see that there is actually no place to run to.
If it is true that my father is involved, then it means I'm homeless, for I wouldn't run from evil to evil...

On a normal day the next option would have being to run to my church...
But there is pastor Salami leading my church...
A church of the DEVIL!
He called it
THE SPIRIT AND THE BLOOD REDEMPTION MINISTRY.
A church that has evil encrypted in its name.

Now here is my aunt. I don't even know if she is still alive. But I know that if I'm to run any where I should run to my aunt.

It dawned on me that I wasn't shut in an edifice made of stone and sand. But an edifice made of humans, with my dad as the foundation!
There was no shadow of hope left in me.

AS I BOWED MY HEAD IN SHOCK
I felt tears gathering in my eyes...

"Is it true?" I asked the pastor, my head still bowed.

"Yes you are a cursed child!"

I raised my head in confusion.

"I didn't ask if I am cursed or not!" I said in an emotional but weak anger.
I even felt pity for my self.

"But you are!"
He continued.

"Infact you are to librate us from a curse!
You and a girl...she is also a cursed child like you!" He said bluntly.

I raised my head immediately.
I knew he was talking of Amanda.
I Ran my eyes through everybody in a strange way, as if
trying to ask them if it was Amanda he spoke of.
I wondered why he said I was cursed.
Later in life I discovered that every word the pastor said was simply ambiguos.


"I am not cursed!" I said, ambivalent.

"Then why were you chosen..."

"Chosen for what?"

"For doom"

"What is doom?" I asked discovering how wide the word was.

"It means DEATH" he pronunced the word like the bold face of death.

"I will not die!"

"Yes you will"

"Who chose me?"

"Your father, sorry a man..."

"A man?"

"Wasn't that what I said, or are you hard of hearing?"

"I don't know who you are but you are CRUEL!" I said with guts.

He giggled. He had a way of annoying people with humour. Such annoyance registers deep down. It makes one crazy...but dumb!

"Pastor!..." capon interrupted.

Everybody turned to capon immediately.

"He dosent deserve to know! He is doomed! Why tell him the details? Why bother him? Why weaken his spirit before the day of death?
Yes he is chosen for us...but...but..."

"But what?" The pastor questioned.

Everybody started to mutter something.

I looked, awestriken, trying to read their expressions.

Capon cleared his throat and stood up.
He dug his hands into his pocket and paced.
I looked at him with expectations.

"You don't understand..." he started. " this is about blood sacrifice! Bloooooooooood!..." he stressed the word.

I felt my blood freezing. I whispered...
"My blood? Sacrifice?"

" do you want the blood of two humans upon you?
Answer me!"

SILENCE

"Haven't you had sufficient night mares? Aren't you tired of grave yard scenes? Of crying birds of ghosts? Of spirits? Of shadows of whispers?...."

He paced then took a central position.

"Aren't you tired of seeing some unclad old women with sagging breast, rotten legs, and maggots dancing out of their private parts, eyes and nosrills full of blood, drooping like a fountain!
Or you love the toothless odouritating mouth beckonning to you?..."

"The peace of mind. The joy the hope the serenity, you don't want them back? You want to start another suffering of your life you, are you not satisfied yet? Do you think I don't know what I'm doing?
What I do, I do for all."

"Don't you remeber the hymn we sing in church those days when you all were part of the church.
The song the Nigerian soldiers sang when the nigerian government forsook them and refused to pay their dues duely...
The song I love to sing...

'i gave my life for thee
My precious blood I shed
That thou might'st ransome be
And quicken from the dead
I gave, I gave my life for thee,
What hast thou given for me'

That is the sacrifice this boy is going to pay for us, he will shed his blood as a ransom for you, to quicken you from the dead. HE WILL GIVE HIS LIFE FOR YOU!
Dont you think we should give him something in return?
Do you want his spirit to sing the song for you when you ly in your chambers with your wife?
Let the spirit trouble the right people, not you!"

"Now he offers his life, whether willingly or unwillingly, he has no choice. But to appease his spirit, we must feed him with the truth! The truth that no one can give"

"The bible says buy the truth and sell it not!
That is dash it out as a gift don't hoard it!"
He paused.

There was silence.
I couldn't believe it was me they were talking about right under my nose.

They weren't cautous to mention of my death.
Am I a Jesus or something? What am I librating them from?

At the same time I didn't fear death at the moment, maybe because it sounded like a joke or probably the emotional trauma I had faced transcends death.

Everybody had become sober. This men also suffer distress at night? The pastor had slammed all of them to dumbness. I just starred in amazement waiting to see the next episode. My mind clouded with confusion.

"Look, let's make this night memorable. Let's have a reminisence. Let's talk of what we fear to say, let's talk of our predicaments, let's talk of our evils! Let's speak it, for the last, for our savior is here. Our redeemer.
Lowly is the lamb seated upon a sofa...
Lowly is the lamb, lowly is the lamb..."

"Repeat it everybody!" He commanded.

"Lowly is the lamb seated upon a sofa..." everybody chorused starring at me.

I shook.
Are they worshipping me or mocking me.
When did I become a lamb? And GOD forbids that I sacrifice my life to librate this men from their curse.
They are the cursed ones yet they call me cursed.
They are doomed, yet the refear to me like the unfortunate.
They are lost, yet they treat me as a homeless.

Well, the pastor had said it all.
Whether I like it or no, I am chosen!
I can't bargain my fate.

Now I understood what the word CHOSEN meant. It wasn't fortune it was death.
It wasn't to cause death...but to die and stop death!
So this was the secret?

What's so special about me that I was reserved.
What's in me?
Why was Amanda chosen?
How come she was here before me?
Did her family betray her like my family did me?
I was still hoping she was fine where ever she was.
The fact that these men were gay made me fell she was kind of secured. I don't know why I felt like her guardian.
Probably we were obeying the psychological law of attraction...
'Similiarity'
And what's similar?
Nothing but Damnation!

Now I knew I was going to die...

"Grasshopper, narrate your story, how you got initiated, how you began to eat humans, the crave...the hunger, please be explicit!" the pastor ordered.

He took his seat beside me.

"Please come to the centre, we said tonight shall be a memorial..."

Grasshopper stood up and walked to the centre.
The pastor beakoned to me to move to the end of the three seater where grasshopper was sitting.

As I shifted, the seat burned me. I almost jumped up.
His buttocks had fried the seat!
My whole buttocks was like a meat in a fry pan.
But I acted like nothing happened.

I watched as grasshopper took his position at the centre. His gown had forced inbetween his buttoks, I watched him pull it out.
His gown was black with a hood falling at his back. It made him look like the maffians, only that he wasn't with a spectale. He wore a blue jean underneath and a t-shirt I suppose, because I didn't see a collar pop out. He wasn't so tall, he was just about five feet. A bit musular, although his ov'alls was hidding lot.
He smelled like coffee.

I looked him in the face. He was black. He had blood shut eyes, broad nose like a typical Nigerian, oddly he had thin lips. He was handsome, quiet but though looking.

He took bold steps, his broad shoulder even as he walked.

one thing was sure in my hypothesis...
his heart was as black as the cloth he wore!
I watched him as his lips seprated and invisible sounds try to pop out, my curiousity was max...


In the next episode...


.....
"...it was the worse day of my life...." grasshopper said, with deep emotion I felt for him...
I saw the weak side of capon!

Watch out!

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One love.

DAMEX MY GUY!

i knw it was annoying but it pays to be peaceful.
different people express themselves in different ways.
well the stuff is that we r now fwnds...
and he has forgiving me
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