I had reconnected with him a few days ago. He had told me his church was located within the metropolis and my jaw had dropped.

He had laughed shyly.

Was i mistaken? Timothy shy? The Timothy i knew had never been shy. There was absolutely no reason for him to be shy.

With looks to die for, his intimidating height, captivating smile and a rich background ( for his parents were swimming in money), there was no logical reason for Timothy tto be shy.

Yet, he was.

He told me he had met with the Lord and that he is now a changed person.

I looked at him, not believing my ears.

Actually he was looking different with a simple white denin shirt tucked into a pair of grey troussers, he not only looked changed but outstandidingly handaom too, considering his age.

He looked 20 years my juniour. Whereas, at 61, Timothy was only a year younger than me.

I had promised to attend one of his Sunday service. He had left after handing me his card.

Here i am, seated in the over 5,000 capacity auditorium listening to this rascal turned pastor speaking the mind of God to the congregation in general and to me in particular.

There was also the case of timothy shacking a pastor's wife and had gotten her pregnant. He was their neighbour and when the baby was born, no one could be in doubt that it was Timothy's.

This had made the pastor go fpr a paternity test to find out if he was the father of the baby. The result had turned out had feared. This, also, had resulted in the end of the marriage.

Timothy had also been involved in cultism, gangsterism and other deviant activities.

He had practically lost count of the number of females (underaged, of-aged as well as off-aged) he had bedded.

He had been responsible for a good number of broken homes in our society.

He had also been responsible for making many wives become widows and children becoming orphans as a result of his gangstrrism activities.

My point here is, Timothy was supposed to be beyond redemption.

They had thought she had a quarel with the boy they saw her dragging and felt she needed to be rescued.

They had gone on to find her having the time of her life as she wwas bent over, face down and butt up in worship of lord Timothy who was probably taking her to the high heavens as he did his thing.

The 21 days programme had ended on the 19th day. That had also marked the closure of the church.

As if to make matters worse, Timothy had told them that it was bad enough that the girl wasn't a virgin. His main concern was that her honey pot had received so many guests that there was actually little or nothing left for him to eat.

That was why they were caught in the first place. Timothy was spotted by one of the ushers coming out from the route of the generator house. It was nonot cloclose by so as to lessen the noise that gets to the church auditorium.

The girl had come rushing at Timothy frim the same place. Obviously asking for more, she had pulled Timothy back to thier love nest to continue their escapade when the said usher had called another usher to accompany her to see what was amiss.

All hell had been let loose when her father, the pastor was notified. Timothy, in a bid to escape his wrath, played a fast one by shifting the attention of condemnation and jjudgement from himself to the girl.

He had told the girl's father in the presence of everyone that it was the girl who had taken him to the generator hhouse because it was the last place anyone would go dduring service, especially when the message was in progress.

The church did not make use of the state power company, obviously because they have a track record of disappointing when you least expectthem to.

It had been easy to believe Timothy seeing the route to the generator house was not that eeasy to locate and a visitor would not had found that out so easily on his own.

However, Timothy was depraved beyond redemption. Timothy had shacked a pastor's daughter close to the generator house when the church had had a '21 nights with the Lord to do wonders'.

The poor girl had given Timothy a,flyer, inviting him for the programme. He had asked her if she would attend. She had affirmed her iintention to aattend adding tthat she was the ppastor's daughter.

Timothy had taken an interest in her instantly seeing she was a beauty to behold.

Could you believe he had shacked her from day one of the programme?

He had enjoyed her honey pot for 19 days until they were caught in the act.

"But this i say, my brothers and sisters, put your trust in the Lord God Almighty.

"The arm of flesh will fail you.

"Psalm 121 verse one says: I will lift up my eyes to the hills-- from whence comes my help..."

Listening to Timothy speak, i could not help bur wonder what in heaven's name could have happened to him.

The Timothy i knew back in the days, as an undergraduate, could shack anything shackable. So long as it has bossoms and a parking space between her legs, Timothy would shack it. I had tataken the pains to ssay "it" just to let you understand his depraved nature.

His only good was that he was not gay.

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"A woman would feel better loved and respected if she has a man in her life who is ready to make the commitment and take her to the alter.

"A pastor would feel God is actually giving answer to his prayers if he has rich and influential individuals as members of his congregation.

"A salesman would think he has better chances of meeting his target if he has contact to ththe movers and shakers of the society.

"Getting promoted wouldn't be difficult if a staff has someone to proect his interest in the management.

"Come to think of it, is there anything man can do or achieve in this life without the help of another man?

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"My brothers and sisters, you need to trust in the lord.

"It is only God who can truly be of help in time of need.

"Trust him for he can never fail you.

"Stop putting your trust in your father or mother, even that your rich uncle may fail you because they are human beings, too aand they too are susceptible to error.

"In the book of John chapter five verse seven, the impotent man answered the Lord Jesus, 'Sir, i have no man...'

" Is that not ouf excuse today for not trusting in the Lord?

"Who would blame you? In a country where many children cannot attend school because their parents are either poor or dead. Youths finding it difficult to get a job because they have nobody to recommend or help them secure such positions.

"Businessmen losing lucrative contracts because they have no inside man or big gun to help them pull the necessary strings.

"Deserving sports men and women not getting called up to the national team because they have no man tto recommend them.

It was true Eddie was bouyant enough to live in his own house. He can at least afford to buy a choice land in the metropolis and put up an adifice just like mine, if not better.

But the young man had no right whatsoever to talk about my embarrasing him.

For god's sake, he was shacking a girl in my living room!

I don't suppose the girl to be his girlfriend, otherwise she would had been introduced to me long before now.

Besides, no responsible girl would accept to shack a guy in his father's living room.

My people, abeg, no be true i talk so?

When she left, i turned to Eddie who had succeeded in putting on his troussers my now.

"I am very disappointed in you Eddie."

"Dad, you embarrased me before my guest!"

Did you hear that? Sorry, read that?

This world don spoil o!

"I know i was wrong in allowing you see what just happened but you have no right to remind me i still live with my father. what's that supposed to mean? You know i can afford to have my own house.

"You over-grown weed in a ccassava plantation, was that ourtburst supposed to be for me?"

She wrapped her hands round her bossom. But when she saw her pubic region was very much exposed, she took her hands there, now exposing her obviously succulent and voluminous bossoms.

I vented my anger on her when i noticed she cpuld not be more than 17 years old.

"You idiot! was this how your mother gave birth to you?

"What woman sleeps with a man in the living room of his father's house?

"Don't you have any shame in you?"

The stupid girl's response was:

"No, sir," with the bowing of both knees as she said so.

She was finally able to locate her dress under the centre table. She slid it over her head and bolted for the door.

She didn't even bother to look for her bra and G-string.

Right there in my living room my 33 year old Eddie was dancing konko-below with a girl.

I couldn't help but scream. It was then they sensed my presence.

I was visibly irritated. Eddie was speechless. Even his John Thomas had been reduced to the scale of 1:100 in a twinkling of an eye.

The poor girl stood in confusion looking at me but also scanning the vast room, obviously searching for where on earth she could had dropped her dress.

I gasped and moved to the gate. It was open before i could touch it. The security man Eddie hired had already openned it.

I had not failed to remind Eddie that the old man he hired as a security man was not capable of protecting himself, let alone, both of us.

Eddie had said he trusted the old man more than the younger security men we have around.

Besides, the old man came highly recommended. I decided not to ask on what grounds he was actually recommended.

This is because i guess he was recomended based on trust and not actually on his ability to protect us.

Hmmmmmmmm...

I openned my front door and walked in slowly. The house was extremely quiet.

I noticed something on the floor and bent to pick it.

It was a G-string.

I dropped it as if it was live coal.

It was then i heard it. At first, it sounded like a faint laugh.

Then i heard the moans. Each growing louder than the first.

I listened. It was coming from Eddie's room.

I heard it stronger, right there in the living room.

The room was partially dark, except for the two dim coloured lights on opposite ends of the wall.

Adjusting my eyes to the environment was easy enough but being able to see through the blurr was a different ball game altogether.

As i made a move towards my room. I thought i saw something move a bit around the dinning area.

It was then i saw it.

The party was over and i was on my way home. The chauffeur assigned to me by the institute drove smoothly through the busy but flowing traffic until he pulled over just in front of my gate.

I had not been okey with the idea of building a house and putting up a gigantic fence and gate to secure it.

I had wanted to be in tune with my environment. And i had wanted my environment to be in tune with me.

It had been Eddie's doing, to have all these round my lovely looking house, all in the name of security.

Security my foot!

Dear readers, una don see dis kind thing before?

How person go build house finish come turn am to prison yard sake for say him want secure the same house?

My chauffeur openned the door to allow me step out of the car.

In a flash, as if in a trance, i saw the image of a beautiful young lady smiling at me.

It was gone as soon as it came.

I felt i had seen the face before but i couldn't place where.

I felt uneasy. I had not really given it a thought. Not that i was still in active service. i had announced my retirement as a lecturer in Australia.

However, in the Republic, i knew i would get engaged in something even if i didn't want to involve myself in any.

"Well... let's just see whay the tide brings our way", i responded to Dr. Egwim.

He smiled and said i can operate as a consultant.

"There are many banks and oil companies in this country which can gain ffrom your ingenuity in Computer Simulations and Mathematics."

I looked at him with a straight face but was already disgusted at our over-relliance on the oil industry.

Nobody seems to bother how computer simulations can help in the solid mineral sector, the environment or even the media as well as security.

His successor didn't spend up to six months in office before handing over to a civilian administration.

I followed the events in my country until that ccivilian administration went through two terms in office and handed over to the next.

So, you can see, it baffles me when people like the vice president of the present administration still call oour democracy "nascent".

Maybe it's because, when compared to the democracy of other countries, ours is "nascent".

Eddie had been the first to return to the Republic, three years ago.

He seems not to be doing bad as the system analyst of one of the oil companies in tthe country.

He had taken after his father and gone on to obtain a Masters degree in Computer Science Applications from the MIT.

Indeed, i am extremely proud of him even though he had not gone the way of the academies in becoming a lecturer.

It was Dr. Egwim's question that brought me back to the present.

"What do you intend to do now you are back?"

It was a good thing that my son, Eddie, was already in Australia. We were there for each other. Well, it wasn't as if we had that much of a choice, anyway.

What was also painful was the fact that neither Eddie nor i was able to attend my wife's funeral for fear of possible harm from the dictator cum god.

Actually, i had wanted to attend, damnining the consequences. But the Australian High commission in the Republic warned against the idea. The didn't actually say the dictator killed my wife.

The best they came close to saying it, was that it wasn't safe to visvisit my country of birth, yet.

The dictator, however, didn't exceed that same year. He had died in June.

I have it on good authority that he had died on the laps of a certain woman named Delilah.

I was honestly shocked when i heard of his death.

I didn't think the man could die.

I couldn't bring myself to believe that he was capable of dying.

How could he?

He was supposed to be a god!

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"You know, i shouldn't be the one to tell you this..." he began.

"We have the utmost respect for you and what you have been advocating for back home..."

My head was spinning.

"I regret to tell you that your wife died in and autocrash a few hours ago.

"Please accept..."

I went blank. I practically lost touch with reality and the world around me.

I had freezed out.

How dare he?

He promised that i was given a week to make up my mind.

Couldn't he had given me the benefit of doubt and waited?

This was my house for God's sake. I should be the one asking if he wanted anything to drink and not the other way round.

I told him so. He looked away and said he was still on duty and so was not permitted to drink.

I shrugged in response as i didn't want to press the matter.

He then asked me to take a seat (they were already comfortably seated even though i never offered them seats).

I obliged.

I was puzzled. Was i under any form of investigation? Wasn't i given a week to think about their offer? I was sure to be back before the end of the week.

As i dropped the phone receiver, my door beel rang. I go to it to find the High Commissioner starring at me in the face.

His eyes looked watery. He was completely uneasy. He asked to come in. i stood aside to allow him and another aide of his through.

I was taken aback when he actually asked if i needed to have something to drink.

But i was undetered. i told them i wanted time to think about it. I was asked how much time i needed. I told them i needed a month. I was given a week.

Fortunately, i had a sheduled flight for Australia the next day for my lectures at MIT, Victoria - Australia.

Immediately i got to my house in Victoria, i got a call from the Republic High Commission in Australia that the Commissioner of the Republic to Australia wanted to see me.

My colleagues were given 5 million U.S. dollars each, while 15 million U.S. dollars was offered to me to cacall off ththe nationwide university lecturers' strike and to lend our weight behind the planned bid of the military dictator to trnsform himself to a "civilian dictator".

He came to us prepared. He came with hands full of cash. It was warm and enticing.

He also came with a hand holding a gun. It was cold and far more enticing than the first offer.It wasn't something any of us could resist.

The other members of the executive accepted the offer of 5 million U.S. dollars. They told the dictator's representatives so.

I licked my lips. It was dry. Very dry.

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Until the regime of a very powerful and ruthless dictator. He didn't play by the rules. He had no rule. He was the master of himself. He was almost regarded as a god. A viscious god.

He dealt with people of my kind without mercy. Many of them disappeared mysteriously. I knew the same fate awaits me if i didn't check out.

I left with the pretence of going for one of my overseas lectures, since my movement was closely monitored after i refused to sign the document supposedly from our union that our nationwide strike had been called off even when not one of our demands had been met.

The dictator had asked us (all menbers of the national executives) to sign the document calling off the strike and throwing our weight behind him in his 1 million man youth march. It was to endorse him as a civilian head of state without an election.

For our trouble, my exco members were given 5 million U.S. dollars each. As the president, i was offered 15 million U.S. dollars.

Had that been the only offer, it would had been easy to say NO.

However, there was another offer. A more enticing offer.