THE SECOND COMING– Chapter 3(IV)

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LAGOS, NIGERIA
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Ngozi walked into the living room with a tray on top which a pack of fruit juice lay and a glass cup.
“Welcome.” Dolapo said.
“Thank you my sister.” Ngozi replied as she dropped the tray on the stool, just beside the large photo album that stood on the stool.
“So, your husband is a whiteman?” Ngozi asked.
“Yes o my sister.” Dolapo replied.
“I have always had a feeling you’ll end up with a whiteman or an American black, the moment you left for the states that time. But someone thought contrarily.” Ngozi explained.
“Really? What give you the conviction that I will end up with a whiteman?” Dolapo asked laughing.
“Everything about you then. The way you carried yourself then also spoke a lot about how you will end up.” Ngozi explained.
“And what if I hadn’t left to live in America, will I still end up with a white man?” Dolapo asked.
“Well, in that case. He will have to come to Nigeria then. One way or the other, you must cross path.” Ngozi replied and the two women bursted into laughter.
Dolapo continued looking at the pictures and at the same time was sipping drink.
“You both look compatible.” She blurted out showing a picture where Ngozi was standing beside a pot bellied man at a function.
“Compatibility you say?” Ngozi asked sacarstically with a laugh.
“Of course. I think he is better than Uncle Tobiloba in every ways . True or false?”
Ngozi bursted into laughter in a bid to change the topic and successfully she did.
“What job does Dale do?” She asked.
Dolapo took a deep breathe. To say the truth, she had no deep knowledge about her husband’s daily activities or where he get money, but the faintest idea she got was that her father-in-law was a former governor of California.
“He works with the California state government, you know, being the son of a former governor.” Dolapo explained because that was what she was made to believe.
“That’s impressive. I think politics in America is on a new level unlike politics in other parts of the world. He should venture into politics and try run on the platform of the Democratic party. Running as a congressman is not a bad idea.” Ngozi explained.
Dolapo didn’t expect anything better, afterall, Ngozi was a politician’s wife.
“To be a politician in America, one must have neen through thousands of hurdles. Obama never found it easy, Joe Bidin had difficulties before he got became a Vice president, Hilary Clinton couldn’t bank of her husband, Bill Clinton’s name or antecedent to serve as the secretary of states, neither does family lineage push John Kerry till he got to where he currently is.” Dolapo explained like a real American who knew exactly what she was saying. And with the way she spoke, one would think she has lived all her life with those she mentioned. “Dale doesn’t have the charisma to be a congressman. Politics is not his thing.” She concluded.
“I did more than this when someone adviced me about talking my husband into joining politics. I was so sure about his ability not to perform as a politician, but see me today. The first lady to a Senate leader.” Ngozi replied.
“You mean you never supported your husband’s aspirations?”
“Like I have a choice. Whatever happened, I just have to give him my support as a good and loving wife, but deep down, I am not a supporter of his.” Ngozi said. “You know how much being a first lady comes with? On sundays when I have planned to sleep throughout, as a means to relieve myself the stress I went through during the week. That is when my publicity secretary will come to remind me of one dinner with the President’s wife. Then I will have to go to Abuja immediately to dine with the president’s wife and other Senator’s wives and governor’s wives. And the funniest part is that most of them don’t know me.” Ngozi concluded with a laugh.
Minutes later, the table was set and reluctantly, Dolapo had to abandon the pictures she was looking at to attend to her meal.
“You know, everyone at the police headquarters then expected you to get married to Clement after the death of his wife. Even Mike, you know him?” Ngozi said.
“Of course I do. Is he not the handsome young Sergeant then who was always at loggerheads with Late Sylvester. I saw some of his pictures there.” Dolapo replied.
“You are right.” Ngozi said with a laugh. “After you left for the states, he vowed that Clement would be joining you to make you his wife.” She added.

–tbc–

THE SECOND COMING– Chapter 3 (VIII)

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CALIFORNIA, USA
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The time was 5:07pm and Dale just drove into the parking lot looking all drunk and tipsy. He switched off the ignition as he staggered out of the car, a visibly amused Amanda got out of the passenger side, stood against the car as she watched Dale do his thing.
“Dale, are you okay?” She asked.
“Of course I am.” Dale replied round the car and moving towards her.
“It looked like you are drunk.” She said laughing.
“No I am not, I just need sex like never before.” He replied, this time, he had closed in on her.
“So, how is that my business?” She said as she pushed him roughly, such that he staggered backwards until the wall stopped him.
As Amy made to walk out of the garage, his strong arms grabbed her waist, slammed her against the car, as he stood against her, his bogy tightly pressed against hers and hers agaist the car. His strong arms held her in place as he roughly ate out her lips. Slowly, he eased his tongue into her mouth despite the huge resistance she put up.
She struggled to free herself from him, but he wouldn’t bulge. She hit his chest and arm with all available strength and energy is her, but it did little to deter a determined Dale who seemed to be getting turned on with the resistance. Slowly, his right hand left her neck and slowly, he eased it into her blouse, he took it upwards until it came to a stop on her boobs and with one gentle but sensual squeeze, a moan escaped her mouth out of reflex.
“Amy.” A rich baritone voice screamed from wherever as she quickly searched for whoever called her name, even though she knew it couldn’t be more than Curtis.
Then her eye fell on him, but rather than smile that someone would free her, she looked on in fear as Curtis approached the garrage with small gas cylinder in hand. She wanted to stop him from using the cylinder, but she couldn’t because her mouth has been sealed, her hands would have been helpful, but Dale blocked every of her attempts to remove her hand, and even if she was able remove her hand, it was another thing for Curtis to understand what she meant. And just like a dream, an enraged Curtis slammed the cylinder on Dale’s back. The latter screamed in pain as he fell to the ground and for the first time, Amanda was grateful that Curtis thought twice before hitting Dale, because if he hand hit him on the head like every other person would have done.
“Are you okay?” Curtis asked calmly as he hugged her.
“Yeah, am fine.” She replied burying her face on his broad shoulder.
“He didn’t touch you did he?” He asked holding her cheek to face him.
“No, he didn’t..” And just then, Dale started vomitting all sort of strange things, ranging for the purple coloured drink mixture he drank at the bar.
“OMG!” Amanda screamed as she squatted beside him.
Curtis forcefully pulled her away when her resistance at being pulled away gently became unbearable.
“Lets get him to the hospital.” She cried.
“No, he’ll be fine, he is just experiencing a hangover, probably because he took too many drinks.” Curtis explained.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.” He replied. “He will throw up everything he consumed, fall into a deep sleep, and probably in hours time, he’ll be up.”
The two friends chatted for a while.
“Where were you going in the first place?” Amanda asked.
“The gas station.” He replied.
“Without you car?”
“Point of correction. Its mum’s car, I only drive it around.” He replied.
“Whatever! It is still yours.”
“Will you like to accompany me so that I won’t be alone? And also to show you off to a silly female attendant who refused my advances the last time I went for a refill.” He explained.
“I have a lot to do.” she replied.
“You mean, you’ll rather be in this house where you are likely to get molested than go out with me?”
“Try to understand.” She pleaded.
“I do. At least, can I go with you bicycle?” He asked.
“That’s it over there.” She pointed towards the extreme end of the garage.
Two minutes later, Curtis rode off while Amanda walked into the house, leaving a sleeping Dale behind.

–tbc–
Its good to be back after roughly 21 days offline. Update will begin to come in on a daily basis. Keep your comments coming.

THE SECOND COMING–Chapter 3 (VII)

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LAGOS, NIGERIA
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Dolapo was driving along the busy road that connects with the Lagos state University. She had gone to visit one of her lecturers as a student who by now had risen and had become the Vice chancellor of the institution. After spending the whole of her morning with her, she left the school premises Darasimi’s sister who had opted to be her guide throughout her stay in Nigeria. And since she was staying with Darasimi’s family, she had no problem with it.
Her return to Nigeria had been more about visiting old friends and the parents of her friends who were killed while they were in school. She had visited Hadiza’s Aunty and had spoken to her parents because they lived in the North, she had met Chioma’s parents and they were all emotional when they saw her with her daughter and herself glowing and looking beautiful, she had also visited Tolani’s parents, even though her father died a few years after Tolani’s death, she couldn’t help bu cry as she went to pay respect to her tomb, she remembered the night when Tolani risked all she had as she stood up to Deoye and fought him, thereby giving her(Dolapo) a chance to escape and also alert the security. But unfortunately, Tolani was one step away from safety, one step away from entering the compound that night when she was shot. And after spending weeks in coma, by the time she came back to life, she couldn’t make it.
“Dolapo, I am a graduate. The first in my family.” Darasimi’s voice boomed that moment in her head and she lost control.
“Aunty, Aunty Dolapo.” Darasimi’s kid sister cried.
By the time she got hold of herself and her mind, she had already hit an elderly woman’s car.
She couldn’t help but shed tears as she remembered the last word that Darsimi said before she died. She remembered it was the day she wrote her last paper, while she(Dolapo) still had one paper left. Darasimi had jumped on her from behind outside the exam hall as other students celebrated their successful completion of the first stage of life. She remembered the enthusiasm and happiness in Darasimi’s voice when she announced that she was done with her exams and also the first graduate in her family. But, that was all she heard until everyone started running helter skelter. It was only when Darasimi slumped to the ground that she knew what had happened.
She cleaned her teary eyes with her handkerchief as she approached the elderly woman who was ranting over the small damage that was done to her car, where, only the lights was broken. Then she alighted and walked towards the woman. And to her own suprise, she went on her knees pleading.
“Madam please, am very sorry.” And she got to see the person, whose car she had hit.
“Oh my God! Detective Ngozi?” She asked as she quickly embraced the woman who didn’t bulge and immediately, bodyguards sorrounded them.
“Sorry, I don’t know you.” The supposed Ngozi said.
“Its me, Dolapo. Clement Obi Patrick. Lagos state university.” She ranted on and on happily.
“Oh my! Dolapo, is this you?” Ngozi asked.
“Yes ma.” Dolapo replied.
“Turn around let me see you.” She said as she held Dolapo’s hand and turned her around slowly.
She enveloped her in a very tight hug and Dolapo could hear a cracky sounnd in her rib cage. Tears of joy trickled down their cheeks.
“When did you return?” Ngozi asked with a shaky voice
“Last week ma.” Dolapo replied.
“Is this your child?” Dolapo asked.
“Yes ma. Oluwadarasimi is her name.”
And that moment, tears flowed freely out of Ngozi’s eyes.
“Truely, God is wonderful. It is only God who can tell us what the future looks like. Imagine yourself who lost every hope as a student, a few inches away from death and a few inches close to death. Now look at yourself today.” Ngozi said.
“Thank you Jesus.”

–tbc–

THE SECOND COMING– Chapter 3 (VI)

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CARLIFORNIA, USA
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It has been almost an hour since Dale returned from wherever he went in the afternoon and as much as her curiousity is going overboard, Amanda tried to keep her cool so that she won’t look desperate to know where he went to.
“Have you spoken to Aunty Dolapo today?” Amanda asked.
“No.” He replied.
“That’s very bad. You should have at least called her to know how she is faring with Darasimi.” Dolapo complained.
“Okay, I will call her.” He replied sharply.
“Is that all you’ll say?” She asked raising her voice.
“What else do you want me to say? Amy, I am not in for any fvcking arguement this evening.” He said and angrily walked out of the living room.
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Sitting down alone inside the car park, his back leaning against his red Ferrari his mind flashed back to his encounter with Kelvin in the afternoon. He remembered how he had put it to him that he ensure that he escape out of prison. He couldn’t think of a way to achieve that, at least, not when he is being watched by the government. He couldn’t risk returning to the prison for another jail term, but all the same, he couldn’t risk making Kelvin angry. He needed to work something out and fast, because of the limited time given, even though he knew that, if given a year to achieve that, he still won’t.
Maybe he would have to call his old gang members to assist him in completing the task, but to face them is a task on its own. He was once the leader of a notorious armed robbery group which has broken into banks, government offices, private homes, carted away money and valuables until they were arrested and subsequently sent to prison in different parts of America. But much to his gang members annoyance, he was pardoned after two years and sent on a twelve month exile plus rehabilitation. And now that everyone of them is out of prison, they still had the ill feeling towards him.
The only members of the gang who were cool with were the duo of Dre and Pete. And he could count on them to help him out, but before they could, the other gang members must consent to it, which means he still need to meet with them and settle all differences.
He was about resting the back of his head on the wall when a strong and delicious odour wafted through his nose. Even though he couldn’t place what it was, he knew it has to be something edible, because, only two things smell sweetly on earth, perfume and the like and the second is food. At once, he stood up and walked into the house.
“What’s cooking?” He asked as he entered the kitchen.
Amanda imediately dropped the spoon and covered the pot.
“I am not saying.” She replied smiling.
“Wait! Are you cooking or frying?” He asked.
“Frying actually.” She replied.
“With a pot? Is this how Nigerians cook?” He asked.
“No, it is called deep frying. Some meals are made this way. You use a sause pan, its get burnt.” She replied.
“Oh! I get it.” He said as he moved towards her and wrapped his hands around her stomach.
“You smell nice.” He said sniffing her hair.
She kept quiet and allowed herself to enjoy the moment while it last. She could feel a tingling sensation inside as he blew hot air into her ear and her neck.
“Stop it” She shouted as she tried to wriggle herslef from his hold, but he held her tighter.
“Dale, please.” She pleaded, but he still held on.
Maybe she would have to play along.
“So, where did you go to in the afternoon?” She asked a minute later when calmness had returned to the kitchen.
“Illinos.” He replied.
“Train or the airport?”
“Train, so I just rented a car outside the train station.” He replied even though she didn’t ask him that.
“And you couldn’t call dad to tell him you were in town?”
“Wait, Uncle Clement is in Illinos?” He asked.
“Of course, he is renovating the structure of the Songa maximum prison facility.”
Now, it made sense to him finally. He could seek Clement’s help to get Kelvin out of prison.

–to be continued–

THE SECOND COMING– Chapter 3 (V)

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ILLINOS, USA
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Sunday evenings is always set aside for recreational activities, religious meetings, emergency visitations to mention a few. And today being sunday was of no exception, while some inmates were playing all sort of games, football, tennis, basketball, others were just chatting, a parish priest was speaking to another set of people, a faction of the inmates were just returning from the visiting hall, while another set of people were just going the other way. There were less guards in the open field, and this gave a lot of aggrieved inmates the chance to settle past scores with others.
“I’ll be right back.” Kelvin told his boys with whom he was sitting on a very long bench with.
“Goodluck.” Only one of them replied as he walked away.
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“Hey Kelv.” Dale greeted immediately Kelvin sat opposite him in the visiting all with only a glass in between their tables.
Kelvin adjusted the landphone properly on his ears and prepared to listen to whatever Dale had to say. He just hoped it will be goodnews.
“The phone lines are being monitored.” Dale began.
Kelvin looked at his visitor like he was mad or something, but the serious look on his face told him, he might be saying the truth. But how could someone decide to intercept about fifty conversations at a time, even though presently, only fifteen are in use, but all the same, no right thinking person could monitor fifteen calls, five is even too much to monitor at a time.
“Not every line is being monitored, but the ones involving Danger-kelv. I was forcefully made to sit down here, which means, an electronic tracking device has been installed on the two cells.” Dale explained while Kelvin kept looking at him.
“Lest just change seat or what do you think?” Kelvin asked.
“That will look more suspicious. And moreso, I already figured out something.” Dale replied as he removed a scissors from his bag and broke the wire connecting the phone to its pad and carefully picking at the glass demarcating them until it slid open silently.
“Where did you learn that?” Kelvin asked, he was very suprised that a glass that was controlled by a remote from the DG’s office could be opened with just the pointed edge of a knife.
“Its a long time that I was let out of here. I have learnt a lot.” Dale replied with a smile.
“Good, then you’ll be needed in the present assignment before us.” Kelvin said with a straightface.
“Fill me in.” Dale requested.
“Yeah! The reason for sending for you is for you to help us devise a plan from the outside how we can escape from here. You have two weeks to to make it happen and I will call you everyday to remind you. Deal or no deal?” Kelvin explained.
Dale was not only dumbfounded, he was crazy that minute. He couldn’t explain what he the feeling was like in his head. Even though he was a criminal in his own capacity, a criminal who deal with hard drugs, steals packages off ships in the port, and sometimes kills anybody giving him problems, making the US government annoyed was no longer in his plans. He could remember how he was sentenced to five years inprision because he burgled into a couple’s vacation house with the aim of killing them, but being the a citizen, his sentence was reduced to two years in prison and a year in exile. Now, Kelvin whom he met in the prison is asking him for something gross.
“Dale, deal or no deal?” Kelvin asked once again his voice stern and serious.
“But..” Dale stammered.
“Remember, you owe me one. So answer the damn question of fvck off.” By now, Kelvin’s voice was very loud and every visitor in the hall and the visited inmates were watching the drama.
The bell rang, signalling the time to go and immediately, Kelvin turned towards the exit.
The fear of Kelvin alone could make one decide to stand in front of an oncoming train.
“Fine. I’ll just do it.” Dale screamed at the top of his voice, just as Kelvin got to the exit door.
“You say wah?” Kelvin asked.
“Deal.” Dale replied.
Kelvin only smiled, nodded his head and slipped out of the hall.

–tbc–

THE SECOND COMING– Chapter 3 (IV)

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ILLINOS, USA
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Clement had just returned from mass in the church located at the topmost floor of the hotel where he was lodged and being his first time, he was introduced to the congregation as a visitor being a contractor who would be with them for a couple of weeks and his closest friend, Kayla who also attended the church with him for the first time was introduced as his wife. He couldn’t object in the presence of about thirty people, permanent church members and a few hotel users, he couldn’t embarrass himself and at the same time embarrass Kayla, therefore he had to play along. Kayla on her part seems cool with the whole setting and was all smiles throughout the service, she did everything perfectly such that he was tempted to call her a drama queen, but on the other hand, this doesn’t look like a drama, it looked real.
He actually loved the feeling of holding hands with Kayla all through the service and as they walked. In short, he loved Kayla and he wouldn’t mind getting married to him, afterall, she was a single mother like him a widower, but he could picture how bad his daughter was likely to take the situation. He knew Amanda too well and she might not want a foster mother or a step brother. Even though he could talk his daughter into consenting to the union another thing holding him back is a convenant he made seveenteen years ago.
He moved close to the large window where he was able to see a major part of Illinos in daytime.
–Seventeen years ago–
Seated on a wheelchair was a young Clement Obi Patrick, in his early thirties. The wind blew gently, but it spoke volume, it was a private cementry in Lagos and the feeling of being close to the beings from another world was what he was feeling, He was holding a picture of himself, a young of about twenty eight and a baby girl who probably was days old then.
“Rachel, its a pity you had to sacrifice with your life to bring back peace to this country. You are a heroine, you blood restored peace, you would be fondly remembered. Your murder was the height of it all and today, Nigeria is crime free. But I won’t forget that I had a hand in your death. Maybe if I had beaten you some more that day, the muderers would have met me in the house, maybe if I had given you time to explain what was going on between you and the Doctor, you wouldn’t be here today, maybe….” His voice trailed off.
He muttered some silent words and he could feel a force pulling him away from his wheel chair, like the force want him on his feet.
“Relax.” A young Ngozi was standing behind him as she held his shoulder. He calmed down, and Ngozi walked away, since it was supposed to be a moment alone with his wife.
“Our daughter Amanda will recieve the maximum security from me. If I ever walk with my two legs, I will stay away from the force, to enable our daughter get moral and emotional support from me. I will work to make money so I can leave something behind for her. She would be my wife as I have decided to stay single for the rest of my life.” It could be a coincidence, but the blowing breeze changed, there was a few second of wind blow.
“I will protect Amanda even with my life and on her eighteenth birthday, she would visit this place for the first time in her life. I love you Rachy.” He said and this time, he had broken down real bad. He placed the flower on the concrete slab and sobbed.
–Back to the present–
“Any problem Clement?” Kayla said.
Clement shuddered and turned to face the young lady still dressed in the attire she wore to church.
“Are you okay?” She asked closing in on him.
“Yeah, I am fine.” He stuttered.
“You look….sick.” She said touching his cheek.
“oh! Do I? Well, I am fine.” He said and walked away, leaving Kayla still standing beside the window.
“I thought you already left for your hotel, what are you doing here?” He asked.
“Had a rethink” She replied smiling.
“But, I remembered seeing you off until we exited the building.”
“Was lurking around and I got us ice cream.” That was when Clement noticed the polythene bag she was holding.

–tbc–

THE LIFE I LIVED– A very short story

MISTAKES! MISTAKES!
Growing up as a kid in the city of Akure has always been a major highlight of my life. I made friends with a lot of kids in the neighbourhood. My father was a Lawyer, my mum was a University lecturer. During the post colonial era in Nigeria, when the millitary government was ruling the country, my father was one of the few human right activist who was detained on January 1st 1983 a few hours after a palace coup was staged and a sitting democratically elected president was sent parking. My father went on to spend ten years behind the bars, while my mum as a result of the trauma lost her job. To make ends meet, she did a lot of menial jobs, even with her certificate, she slept with men for money, did all sort of things. But, they were good in our sight then, because, so far we were able to eat, then every other thing becomes unimportant.
My dad died in jail eleven years after his arrest and then, I was about saying goodbye to my teenage life and being the curious boy that I was, I checked through his books and saw a quote which reads;
“All my life, I have never made a mistake until I got married to my wife.”
Since, the quote was written by my father, I thought the quote was talking about him. I took it against my mother, demanded answers from her. When she couldn’t give me any, I ran away from home, went to Lagos to work and make money.
Seventeen years later, I was thirty six years and I met a beautiful lady of twenty eight. We got talking and after a few months, we started going out. I was comfortably okay and could within a day donate one million naira at five functions.
When the time came for me to meet her people, we travelled to Akure and behold, my mother was supposed to be my mother-in-law and the girl in question was my blood sister.
That day, my mum explained the reason behind the quote I saw many years ago and I realised that my mum actually made my father a smoker and a heavy drinker, which was what cut his life short while in prison. Truely, my dad only made a mistake which was getting married to my mum.
In the sight of my friends, they said, my running away from home was a mistake on my part, but many years later, I realised, I was right afterall, but I had made the same mistake my father made, which was getting married to a woman you know little about.
Now, I can write a quote of making just one mistake all my life, the only difference was, my supposed to be wife was not yet my wife, but she was three months gone and my sister was gonna give birth to my baby. A taboo the elders called it.
It is with great regret I wrote this, I have lost it, I have failed, what else am I living for?
I just have to take my life myself which will take me a step ahead of my father who made one mistake, while I made two.

–THE END–

THE SECOND COMING– Chapter 3 (III)

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LOS ANGELES, USA
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Victoria was seated inside her kitchen, several books laid on the kitchen table as well as her laptop computer. She had a angry look on her face and mere looking at her, one can only assume what was making her angry. Probably she wasn’t getting things right, depending on whatever she was doing with the books and laptop. But moving close to her to watch her closely, one would see that working on the laptop gave her joy, but the moment she took her eyes of the screen, probably to think or read from the books, the angry look returns. And if one decides to use the last available option which is to ask her what the problem was. She would end up opening up that the church occupying the building next to her bungalow was disturbing her peace.
She has never and would never be a church goer, no matter the level of preaching and bible talks would make her change. She had attended various crusades in Nigeria for execution missions and she had seen pastors perform miracles which she concluded was staged. Since the pastors are performing the miracles on their church members. The church members won’t want to put their pastors to shame, she had concluded. Maybe if she had lived in the time of Jesus christ and he saw him heal the lame man in another man’s land, how he fed the multitude, maybe she would have being a strong believer. She had also at one point being approached by the muslim counterparts, basically those popularly known as the ‘hijab’ sisters. She blantantly refused to talk to them for more than five minutes, and what started as a preaching ended up as and interview on why they have to go to mosque five times in a day and those five times, they must rub water on their body, according to her. She personally once considered to be a pagan, but of what gain is it if she serve a god that is placed either on a carpet or a table, probably a stone. Why would she serve a god she could determine its fate? Which was why she decided to remain indifferent about religion, at social gatherings, when it is time for the opening and closing prayers, she excuse herself and returns after the prayer has been said. One of the reasons why she couldn’t attend her mother’s burial.
The more irritated she became, the more the noise increased. Even though she had many a times spoken to the presiding pastor who was also a Nigerian, one of the reasons why she hasn’t reported him to the authorities. But, as it stands now, she has to take legal action fast to stop this weekly disturbance.
She closed her computer and placed her head on the kitchen table. She thought about life so far, it has been far from fair to her. She had lived her life in patches, she had lived her life as if she was sharing it with someone else, probably the devil. She realised, she had no control over her life and decision a long time ago and she made no effort to seek spiritual help. But why is Clement always happy and glowing? Even his daughter is full of life, but her own life has never been like that.
She needed to do something about her life, her happiness. And the best way to be happy is to thread at the expense of someone else. Therefore, Clement will have to sacrifice his own happiness for her sake.
“I refuse to be moved by the devil.” She said at the top of her voice.
She didn’t know for how long, two voices are going to be speaking in her subconscious. While one tells her to do rash things, the other advices her to rebuke the first voice.
Now, she could take it no more. The noise had reached the maximum, its either she face it and be done with it or shy away from it and let it explode on her face. No way she was going to take the later.
“What the hell is this?” She asked herself as she approached her car which parked in the driveway. She picked an envelope which was placed agains the wind screen and tore it open to remove a complimentary card on which only numbers were written. Numbers numbering up to ten were written on the card to various countries. A Nigerian number was written, as well as a number with the United kingdom’s dialling code, the US too as well as Iraq, Iran, Oman and Afghanistan. Turning the paper over, she saw a short message which reads;
(Vv, you happens to unfinished businesses? They get finished the second time. See you soon.)
That moment, her anger reduced to the minimum such that she was begining to enjoy the noise coming out from the church.
Who would be so crazy to be coming to her house to drop letters? Maybe she needs to get a camera which would be hung strategically outside the house to cover anybody who moves into the driveway. But first, she needed to call one of these numbers.

–tbc–

THE SECOND COMING– Chapter 3 (II)

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CALIFORNIA, USA
—————————————— Aside cycling, swimming is Amanda’s next favourite sport. On a normal day, she could spend nothing less than five hours inside the pool enjoying the coolness of the water and practicing new techniques. The only problem she has was that, she couldn’t swim in a public pool. She hates it when she is being watched, most especially some random men who have lost their decency and won’t mind hitting on her. Therefore, she loved private pools where she could book a session, like two to three hours and the door into the pool house would be locked. But, an evil occurence that almost took place a year ago made her have a rethink about the whole private pool issue. It was during the summer, where everyone was misty and the sun a lot more shining furiously. She just had a misunderstanding with her father and out of anger, she left home with a vow of never stepping into the house. She withdrew all she had in her kiddies account and proceeded to the train station where she bought a ticket to Los Angeles. The next Los Angeles bound train was not due back until an hour and a half later, therefore she decided to go sightseeing. Five minutes later, she found herself in front of a relaxation centre, she walked in, booked the pool and proceeded to relax her muscle and probably swim away her anger. And just when she was begining to enjoy the whole act, the door into the pool house was opened by one of her school mates, a bully. His father owned the relaxation centre. He and his goons tried to harm Amanda, but her slim and reflex body gave her the chance to beat the chubby boys who were no match for her. She sped past them and just when she yanked the door open, she slipped and passed out. The next thing, she opened her eyes in the hospital and every attempt mad by her father, Dolapo, Dale and even her Late Grandma to make her talk proved abortive. She just won’t tell anybody what happened to her, not even Curtis.
Amanda felt like dancing even though she was the worst dancer in California, she still loved doing it. Probably because she believed she’ll become a better dancer one day, afterall, she wasn’t born a swimmer, neither did she know how to ride a bicycle from birth, she learnt them all.
She did a back stroke to the side of the pool where her towel, phone and Ipod laid on a stool. She picked the Ipod, navigated her way through the songs. As she swam back to the middle of the pool where it is best to dance, she had a strange feeling, like she would tripp the next second and fall down. Even in the pool. The only time she felt such was when she was being watched, when a number of eyes were set on her as if she was a strange human. She stopped moving and turned to look at the house where her fears were confirmed, Dale was standing upstairs, windows open and watching her with a smile displaying accross his face.
“Amy, you swim real good.” He said.
She hesitated before giving her reply. “Thanks. Will you now shut the window and let me do my thing?”
She could feel the anger rising, ever since her short timed contact with Dale, the previous night at the restaurant, she has been angry with herself and at the same time angry with him.
“You want me to shut the window? Alright, one second.” He shut the window and walked away.
Just when she was about to continue what she was doing, she could hear as his flip flop kissed the ground.
Was he coming to watch her swim? No way she was gonna allow that.
Her heart lost its way as it flew from her chest into her mouth, the moment she saw him dressed in a swimming attire.
“Dale, you can’t join me here..” But he had dived into the water and her anger gradually washed away as they swam, and danced in the pool.
Maybe she needed to see a counsellor who would be willing to tell her what her problem was and also a priest who will bind every spirit of Dale from locating her. Even though the first things she ought to do was get out of the pool the moment Dale entered, she just couldn’t leave. She found herself enjoying the whole swimming and a minute ago, Dale recieved a call which mean he’ll be driving out in the next twenty minutes.
She could feel his hard boner throbbing her buttock as she stood in front of him to allow him take their picture. She knew it was wrong, for her to be this comfortable dressed this way in front of an in-law and the in-law on the other hand was having hard-on for an underaged sister-in-law.

–tbc–
Dale and Amanda! What have you got to say about them?

THE SECOND COMING– Chapter 3

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LAGOS, NIGERIA
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Patrick walked out of his room dressed in a sky blue fitted shirt and a black chinos trouser and a pair of plim soled shoes. On his right hand wrist was a wristwatch and on the left was a local bead used by chiefs and Royal fathers. He held his phone on his left hand and his bible stood on the right. He entered the living room where one of his siblings or better still put as his step brother was playing video games, his eyes glued to the tv and a game pad held in his hands.
“Chidi, where is everyone ready? Where is dad and mum?” Patrick ask the boy who paid no attention to him.
Patrick on his part knew he won’t be getting any reply from the boy whom with his elder sister were like strangers to him. They avoid him like plague, and Patrick couldn’t place the reason why.
“Chidi, are you not the one I am talking to?” Patrick asked raising his voice at the ten year old boy.
Patrick had vowed to treat everyone in the house the way they treat him, he had vowed to raise his voice at the mn he called his father if he tried rubbish with him, he had vowed to beat the hell out of his siblings, Christina and Chidi if any of them tries to disrespect him. He had vowed to pick a few of his things and run away from home if his mother who was his only hope, his shining amour for once failed to comfort him when he is hurting. He made these resolutions when a few days ago, he overhead his parents arguing like they were enemies. While his mother was crying her eyes out pleading with his father to do something, his father stood his ground and vowed not to do his wife’s bidding. He could sense they were talking about him even though he could hear nothing except when his father said something that looks like; “this is the last time I am talking about that boy.” And less than a minute later, his barrister father stormed out of the room and the look on his face the moment he saw him standing outside the door spoke volume. His father was shocked and it showed in his reaction. And a minute later when his mother came rushing outside to catch up with his father, she bumped into him and she was asking if she heard anything. His mistake was that he claimed he heard nothing which made his mother lie her way out of the situation, even though he had no idea if his mother was saying the truth. Assuming he had demanded explanation on what he heard even though he heard nothing, his mother would have at leas told him something. He cried the whole day on realising how foolish and gentle he was and also the pain his mother was going through. How she ran after his father, pleading and crying. Is this how men are supposed to be heartless? Then he shouldn’t see himself as a man.
He could remember how mercilessly the male teachers in the school beat any erring student, how his classmates, most especially the girls cry all in the name that their boyfriends are not talking to them, how they skip school, skip classes, cry the for the majority of the break time, how the girls refuses to eat, how they openly go on their kneels to beg their so-called boyfriends in the front of the class. If this was how God created men to live, then there must have been a mistake somewhere, he shouldn’t have been a man at all.
“Chidi, are you deaf?” He walked towards the wall socket and switched off the tv.
Chidi, came charging at him angrily and started hitting him. Patrick knew best not to retaliate because he knew what would happen.
“Leave my brother alone jor.” Christina a fifteen year old girl, who looked exactly like their mother came rushing at the two boys.
“Am I the one fighting you brother or are you blind?” He had said it before he realised what he had said.
Christina left the two boys alone and sat on the couch weeping.
“Leave me alone Chidi.” He forcefully freed himself from Chidin’s grasp and the boy fell down.
Patrick carefully walked over to where Christina was seated.
“I don’t mean it that way Christy…”
“Get away from me.” Christina pushed him away before she took off.
She bumped into their parents at the door and she retreated.
“What did you do to my children?” Benson was already advancing towards him.
“He slapped me and called Tina blind.” Chidi cried.
And that was all his father needed to hear before he ordered that he be locked inside the house while everyone else went to church.
He looked at his mother for help, but the tears in her eyes told him, he lost the battle this sunday morning.

–tbc–