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IF WITCHES WERE HORSES… Episode 27
The journey to Shaki was no stress for Lanre. Not because the road was good or smooth but because of the excitement ahead of him. Moreover, he compared the stress with the pains of the initiation rites of the Pythons confraternity on the campus.
His mind raced back to the initiation night a few months ago on the campus. He shuddered as he remembered the young man who attempted to leap over the bon fire ahead of him but landed in the flames. He also recalled the one shot at close range by the Capone for daring to escape and the one shot for missing his first attempt at leaping. In all, three young souls were wasted that might.
The three boys were declared missing the following day. The Dean of Students Affairs, Prof. Omatshola was in the forefront of the search for the three young men declared missing. As the Union President, Lanre had also joined in the search. He and the other Union officials led search teams to comb the whole forsts surrounding the campus to no avail. For a whole week, different search parties combed everywhere and eventually gave up the search when they could not find the boys or their corpses.
Only Lanre and other members of the Pythons Confraternity knew that the bodies of the young men had been burnt to ashes in the bon fire that initiation night. He knew no one would find the boys again. None of the members of the confraternity would make the mistake of confessing the incident.
As he travelled to Shaki that morning, his mind raced to the events of that night and a sudden sense of guilt came over him. He thought of making a confession about the incident. At least, that would douse the suspense of the mystery surrounding the disappearance of the three boys. It will also put to rest the anxiety of their parents and relatives who still have the hope that one day, their sons will return back home. Lanre knew that hope was hopeless.
He began to weigh the options of confession and the consequences. He remembered how Prof. Omatshola insisted that all the repentant cultists who responded to the altar call be moved to the back of the hall to protect their identity. There are many tales on campus of people who renounced their membership of the cults and were mercilessly dealt with by their members.
However, he had not heard of anyone of them renouncing membership due to salvation experience. He wished someone could give him an example of someone like that and what eventually happened to such a person.
‘What if Benson Osarode confesses to Prof. Omatshola? Won’t that be a betrayal of trust on my part? The Dean of Students Affairs will expect such confession to come from me’
He remembered all that Prof. Omatshola had done to keep him safe throughout and after his ordeal in the hands of Betty Campbell. Apart form the medical bills the Office of Students’ Affairs picked and other sundry expense, Omatshola arranged adequate security to ensure his safety. He also provided some cash to cater for his welfare even after leaving the campus for home.
That night before he left Lanre at the Vice Chancellors Guest House, Prof. Omatshola had squeezed an envelope into his hands. Lanre was pleasantly shocked to find a bundle of crispy ten naira notes in the envelope. Omatshola had given him one thousand naira.
He almost screamed in the room when he opened the envelope and counted the money. He knew the money couldn’t have come from Omatshola’s purse. It was definitely a gift from the Students’ Affairs Office to him. Nonetheless, he was grateful that Omatshola had made the money available to him.
As he considered all these, his mind was completely away from the journey. Only his body was in the rickety bus conveying them to Shaki.
He didn’t see it coming…He only heard loud screams from the other passengers. By the time he looked up, it had happened. The vehicle had lost its break and was screeching its way to the bushy side of the road.
The screams increased as the bus moved rapidly towards a mighty tree along the road. The loud noise from the banging of the vehicle against the tree was deafening. Lanre and a few other passengers were thrown out of the window on the right side by the impact of the accident. Lanre simply passed out!
The accident scene was a few kilometers from Shaki. It was just about 10am. A farmer on his way from the farm saw the accident happened. He rode on a motorbike; he simply increased speed and raced towards the General Hospital in the town.
The accident was fatal! The driver and the two passengers sitting in the front with him had died instantly. A woman was cut into two by the impact of the iron seat in her front. Two men were groaning on the ground; their legs mangled beyond remedy!
When the ambulance for The Shaki General Hospital came, the rescue team was overwhelmed by the sight they saw. Mangled bodies and blood scattered around the ground forming a scary scene. A crowd of sympathizers had already gathered at the scene, wailing and crying at the misfortune.
A few vehicles on their way from Ibadan and Shaki had packed on the two sides of the road to assist in evacuating the accident victims. The Hospital officials chose the critical cases to attend to first.
“This one is dead, don’t bother about him” One of the officials who appeared to be the team head said as they attempted to carry Lanre. As if he heard the conclusion of the team head and wanting to prove him wrong; one of Lanre’s hands moved and he gave a grunt.
“Oga, he is not dead oh!!!!”
They rushed the first set of victims to the General hospital and returned to the scene to rescue the others. Two private vehicles volunteered to assist the hospital to evacuate the victims while the ambulance carried the dead on the second trip. Lanre was among the first set of victims to be evacuated.
Suddenly, she woke from the trance.
She had decided to take a nap after Lanre left for Shaki following the stress of yesterday and the ones she did to prepare Lanre’s food before he departed for Shaki that morning. Besides, she had to wake around 2am to receive a call from her husband. It was the best time he could call her. Wole Durotoye had been part of the Nigerian delegation who in conjunction with other ECOMOG Officials were brokering peace between the forces of Yommie Johnson and Charles Taylor in the capital; Monrovia.
She had fallen into a deep sleep and veered off into that terrible dream. She stood and immediately began to pray in tongues. ‘Lanre?…Involved in an accident…Ah never’ She prayed the more and quickly dressed up. She needed to see Pastor Kalejaye. There was no way he could reach out to know if Lanre had reached Onigba-Iwofa or not. Morakinyo will have to travel to nearby Sepeteri to receive or make phone calls at the NITEL sub-station in the town.
The rickety vehicle gently made its way to Shaki at exactly 15 minutes to eleven. Everyone in the vehicle agreed it was a gruesome journey. This was not because of the bad road but the narrow escapes from death that they had encountered on the journey. Three near-accident situations had been cleverly avoided by the driver, so everyone praised him and spoke well of him.
Only Lanre returned all the glory to God. Although, he also joined them in thanking the driver for a job well done, but he knew beyond the façade of the driver driving well was the real fact that God had delivered him particularly from death. Anyone who was present at The Amphitheater when he gave the testimony would not be surprised that the devil was after his life a few days later.
As soon as Mrs. Durotoye got to the Pastor houses, she heard voices of the Pastor, his wife and a few others praying. ‘Praise God’ She muttered ‘As if they know why I am here’ She entered silently and joined the prayers. The head of Evangelism Team and Sister Gbayike were part of the prayers. To her pleasant surprise, they were praying for Morakinyo her brother. She wondered what Gbayike was doing there? She remembered what Morakinyo had told her about Gbayike before he travelled.
‘Oh, she is joining them to pray for my brother now, when things seems to be taking shape on the mission field. Unfortunately, he has married another woman…proud thing! See what he led my brother into now’
She sat quietly on the sofa nearest to the door not wanting to disturb the prayers. Pastor Kalejaye had called the last prayer point, so he requested the Evangelism Team head to round off the prayers.
“Haha Mama Lanre, good to see you here. We just rounded off a session of prayers for brother Morakinyo and here you are”
“That’s evidence showing the Lord has answered our payers” The Evangelism Coordinator said jokingly and they all burst into laughter.
“Good afternoon Mummy…” Mrs. Durotoye greeted Mrs. Kalejaye and everyone except Gbayike.
“Mummy Lanre, what brings you here? I hope all is well? I hope you’re getting good reports from Liberia?” She smiled happily as she responded to the Pastor’s courtesies.
It took Mrs. Durotoye another thirty minutes to finish recounting all the details of Lanre’s ordeals on campus, his journey to Onigba-Iwofa and the dream she had to Pastor Kalejaye. Patiently, Pastor Kalejaye listened attentively. Pastor Mrs. Kalejaye had taken an excuse to move into the kitchen when she saw that Mrs. Durotoye’s “sermon” was not going to end soon. The evangelism head and Sister Gbayike had taken their leave once Mrs. Durotoye started the dialogue Pastor.
“To God be the glory” Pastor Kalejaiye started. It is well. Don’t be afraid. God had shown you in that dream is what the enemy planned to do. He simply wanted you to pray because the victory is already guaranteed. Don’t worry, am expecting a call from a Pastor friend in Sepeteri by five o clock today.
Pastor Kalejaye paused to see if the words were making sense to Mrs. Durotoye. From her reactions, she appeared completely enraptured by the words of the Pastor as she listed with rapt attention.
“I will ask him to help me reach out to Bro Morakinyo first time tomorrow morning and check the situations of things over there”
Mrs. Durotoye sighed deeply.
“However, you don’t have to panic. I sense in the my spirit that all is well, although I am convinced that the enemy meant to cause us to grieve, but that is not our portion in Jesus name!”
Pastor Kalejaye was right; the plan to kill Lanre before he reached Onigba-Iwofa was a grand one and well designed. From the taxi that took Lanre to the Ojoo motor park; to the vehicle he took to Shaki and Onigba-Iwofa, the arrangement was fool proof.
The Queen of the Coast got the necessary briefings from the new human agents she released to monitor the activities of Lanre. Natas and Scorpia; the two agents who monitored events at the amphitheater were badly wounded. So great was the wounds inflicted on them in the spiritual realm that they suffered great damage right to the physical plane. Natas had died on that Sunday immediately after the incident while Scorpia made it to the hospital before passing out the following day.
Natas, whose real name in the physical real was Oyenike Modandola; was a student of the Federal Polytechnic, Ilaro in Ogun State from where she joined the marine forces. A fellow student had introduced her to the marine world when she approached the latter for financial assistance.
That Sunday, she slept in the room on campus and went into the realm of astral travel to monitor events as instructed by The Queen. The fatal wound inflicted on her by one of the angels at the Amphitheater of The University of Ife caused her to scream out of her sleep. Her roommate, who was just returning from the fellowship, was perplexed to meet Oyenike groaning on the floor and vomiting blood. She ran to call for assistance from other rooms in the hostel. She died before her roommate returned with help.
Scorpia was at home on that Sunday. Her father, a banker was at home as usual relaxing when she screamed from her sleep. Her mother, a nominal Christian had gone for shopping having choose the day to tidy up the house and do major shopping for the week. She had given instructions to Motunde concerning the tidying up of the house and other assignments. The urgency of the assignment on campus had forced Motunde to return to bed in order to catch up with her mates on the all important mission.
Her scream woke Mr. Ogedemgbe from his sleep and he rushed to Motunde’s, room. The sight of her daughter sprawled on the ground vomiting blood was rather too scary for him. He shouted her name and called the security man to come upstairs. With the assistance of the security man, Motunde was moved into the car and driven to the nearby private hospital.
The doctor on duty was not only confused but equally perplexed. He could not fathom what could cause a hitherto healthy girl who was having a Sunday afternoon nap to suddenly go into fits of abdominal pains and vomiting. He ordered for a few tests to determine what went wrong. Motunde died just as the tests were being carried out.
The new agents detailed to monitor Lanre were skeptical and reserved. The events of the last few days had sent some shivers running down the spines of most of the human agents working for the Queen of the Coast. The many lies The Queen told them had started crumbling like a pack of cards. She had told them that none of her human agents can die except she decides to kill them by herself. Now that Natas and Scorpia are dead, other agents on monitoring assignments took great caution.
Even, Hagatha, wife of Morakinyo in Onigba-Iwofa had started getting ready to take her leave. She had become bored with the assignment. She was not achieving any more success in the mission. She had got to the climax of the mission. She could not kill Morakinyo nor afflict him with any disease. Greatone was always standing by.
That morning, as Lanre stepped out of the house, the two new human agents reported to The Queen. She immediately gave instructions to Hagatha to release her accident-causing demons to snuff life out Lanre before he gets to Onigba-Iwofa. The accident, which was to occur, a few kilometers to Shaki was meant to claim the lives of all the occupants in the bus.
Unknown to Hagatha, the Queen and other agents Mrs. Durotoye saw their plans. She saw the plans in a dream and prayed against it. Pastor Kalejaye, at the same time had led a session of prayers cancelling all the arrangements of the forces of darkness concerning Morakinyo both directly and indirectly.
The Queen was infuriated as lanrestepped down from the wagon that took him from Sepeteri to Onigba-Iwofa. She shouted in her palace and screamed at the top of her voice. The ground shook violently and a terrible storm ensued on the surface of the ocean, causing a large ship to lose its bearing. Soon after running aground and being refloated, the 190-foot fishing vessel sank in heavy seas. Her crew of eighteen men perished with her, completely unaware of the tension going on in the palace of the angry Queen.
“Why couldn’t Hagatha stop them? Why…and what was the mission of all the agents on duty with Hagatha!!! Summon Hagatha here for me!“ The Queen screamed in anger!!!
“Your Highness, have you forgotten that the last time you summoned her, she could not come, you had to go and meet her personally at her place of assignment”
The Queen looked around to see who had the effrontery to declare and remind her of her failures. She stared at the Manchuria, her most trusted palace aide. Amongst all the agents, only Manchuria had the access and privileged of going with her on all trips. She had followed her to meetings of The Grand council of Spiritual Wickedness in High Places with Lucifer.
The Queen of the Coast stared at Manchuria with so much hatred that the poor agent shivered with great fear. Fumes emerged from the nostrils of the Queen as she let out a deafening scream that measured over a hundred and eighty decibels as she stared menacingly at Manchuria. She signaled to the four demonic male agents standing at alert behind her, waiting for the next instruction. They could guess, but were not sure if the Queen would instruct them to manhandle Manchuria; her Chief of Staff! They could not imagine it, but woe betide them if the Queen orders and they hesitate a second!
Then she roared the instructions that sounded like a death sentence!!!
“Take her away!!! Molest her!!! Rape her to death!!!”
IF WITCHES WERE HORSES… Episode 28
The Queen of the Coast stared at Manchuria with so much hatred that the poor agent shivered with great fear. Fumes emerged from the nostrils of the Queen as she let out a deafening scream that measured over a hundred and eighty decibels and stared menacingly at Manchuria. She signaled to the four demonic male agents standing at alert behind her, waiting for the next instruction. They could guess, but were not sure if the Queen would instruct them to manhandle Manchuria; her Chief of Staff! They could not imagine it, but woe betide them if the Queen orders and they hesitate a second!
Then she roared the instructions that sounded like a death sentence!!!
“Take her away!!! Molest her!!! Rape her to death!!!”
Within the twinkling of an eye, Manchuria was lifted off her feet. Her deafening creams and plea for mercy were not heard by anyone. The male agents carried her a few meters away. Her screams and pitiful cries increased to a crescendo and gradually descended to a few whimpers and deep, painful sighs. Suddenly, her voice stopped and there was silence everywhere.
All the agents in the palace shuddered with fear!!! If it could happen to Manchuria, then who is that sacred cow? Who will remind The Queen that there is no way to bring Hagatha down? The forces standing for Morakinyo at Onigba-Iwofa were still many. Although, Hagatha had penetrated and made a mess of the church under him, yet they could not understand why the man remained untouchable and his house an impregnable wall.
Although Morakinyo was completely unaware of the battle of forces around him, the struggle persisted anyway. Greatone, although had been weakened ever since the prayer life of Morakinyo was successfully attacked, he had been joined in the battle by Mercyone. Due to the presence of Mercyone, all efforts to bring the errors of Morakinyo to work against him had failed. On many occasions, Mercyone had fuelled the strength of Superone to fight and protect Morakinyo. The Lord of His Host had given command to Mercyone to join Graetone to ensure the safety of Morakinyo.
Lanre had no difficulty in locating the parsonage. Everyone in the town seemed to know the Pastor. Each step he took, there were more than enough volunteers offering to describe the route to the Pastor’s house from the motor park to him. He smiled as he walked towards the building he had seen ahead.
‘My uncle has become a force to be reckoned with in this community. This is good!’ He thought as he marched majestically towards the parsonage.
Hagatha knew Lanre had entered the town, so she had made good her escape from the parsonage, minutes before he arrived. She had told Akinlolu that she needed to see some members of the church in Awofolaju village. She was already fed up with the way things were turning in the Onigba-Iwofa.
Although she had succeeded in reducing the attendance of the church, she had not been able to inflict any injury on the person of Morakinyo. To make the matters worse; Greatone had suddenly regained strength through the activities of Mercyone. Morakinyo was gradually picking up his prayer life. Her failure in the campus mission, especially on Lanre’s case had caused a major disaffection between her and the Queen.
Failure is a taboo in the Kingdom of Darkness especially for an agent of her level, operating on level 999. No matter the excuse, failure was heavily frowned at and met with severe punishment and wicked dealings in the palace. If not for her inability to visit the palace in the last few meetings due to the renewed strength of Greatone and the presence of Akinlolu, she would have been subjected to rounds of torture and rape in the hands of the dangerously looking male demonic agents.
Each time she remembered all the punishment and tortures awaiting her in the palace anytime she returns there, her heart skips a bit and wonders what led her into all these. The confusion was getting out of hand for her. To worsen the case, ever since the consummation of her marriage with Morakinyo, they have not been able to have s€x. Oyinkan could not explain what happened, but Morakinyo has been unable to perform on bed!
When she first this noticed on the night of their wedding, Morakinyo pleaded with her and called it a consequence of stress and accumulated tension. It’s now over a month after the wedding, yet the condition had not improved. They couldn’t have s€x. She had tried every trick she knew, but Morakinyo’s condition remained the same.
Although, he had affection for her, but each time she moved close to her, his body appeared like one whom a bucket of cold water is poured upon. For her, this was a great frustration. She urgently needed the semen of Morakinyo to meet with hers to help consummate some urgent necessary high level spiritual operations. However, luck seemed working against her.
Although, Morakinyo was also devastated by the situation of things, there was nothing he could do. He only discovered that each time he moved close to Oyinkan, his entire system becomes frigid while his feelings for her suddenly become stale. Although, he was not a v!rgin, he had not lived a rough life even as an unbeliever. He concluded he was suffering from erectile dysfunction and would need to see a doctor as soon as possible, whenever he visits Ibadan.
Akinlolu and a few of his friends were in front of the parsonage enjoying another session of Bible story telling. He knows when to gather his friends for Bible Study. Whenever Oyinkan goes out for any reason, either to the market or the church, he knows how to rally round and get his ‘fans’ to come for Bible stories. His seven-day stay in Onigba-Iwofa had made him a local champion of some sort.
“Akin-los-tical” Lanre shouted from afar. That caught the attention of Akinlolu. The voice was too distinct to have belonged to someone else but his brother, Lanre. Apart from that, he was the only one who called him by that name. He quickly looked at the direction of Lanre and saw him. He took a sudden dash from the midst of the rest children and ran towards his brother. Lanre was ready for him. He dropped his bag and stood firm, ready to lift as Akinlolu ran towards him. Within the twinkling of an eye, the little boy was suspended in the air ready to be caught by the strong hands of his older brother.
The fun continued for a few more attempts until they were both locked in a warm embrace. They have not seen each other in the last one year. The disrupted school calendar on the campus due to the long closure of the school occasioned by the hike in price of petrol from 84 kobo to four naira by the new military regime of General Muhammadu Buhari. Each time Akinlolu came home for break from the boarding school, Lanre was on campus. This coincidence of the two being at home at the same time was happening for the first time in the year.
The banters and greetings continued until they got to the front of the parsonage where other children were waiting and watching with amusement as Akinlolu and Lanre display deep emotions. They all prostrated to greet Lanre. Thank God for the intuition that prompted him to buy dozens of biscuits and sweets with the intention of spoiling his brother. He never knew a ‘Bible Class’ was waiting to receive him.
They hardly settled in the living room when Akinlolu started the gist!!
“Boda Lanre, Uncle Morakinyo’s wife is a witch!”
Lanre quickly looked around and covered Akinlolu’s mouth. He knew his brother had a running mouth. He had always been like that since he was a toddler. The whole family agreed that Akinlolu was the most talkative of all and was nicknamed “Talking Angel” Lanre would never forget quickly an incident that almost put the entire family into trouble because of Akinlolu’s running mouth at their home in Ibadan, a few years ago.
A fairly old man was tiredly limping his way across their house while Akinlolu and a few friends in the neighbourhood played. He was barely four years old. The old man had a large goitre on his neck. Akinlolu had gone after the old man requesting that he gave him the piece of ball hidden in his neck. Despite the silence of the old man, Akinlolu kept prodding him urging him to bring out the ball in his neck. A neighbour who saw the scene had caught up with the boy and gave him some spanking after apologizing to the old man.
The situation here however appeared different, Akinlolu looked serious and he seemed to mean the words with all sense of sincerity and insistence.
“I know what I am saying Boda Lanre, she is a witch. She knows I am aware of her status, so she hates me” Akinlolu said with confidence.
This was getting more serious; Akinlolu was no longer a kid. He is nine, and getting ready for Form One in the High School, come the next term, so he could not be throwing this kind of expensive tantrums.
“Are you sure of what you are saying, Akinlolu. This is not Ibadan where you play pranks….By the way, where is Uncle Morakinyo”
“He went to the palace to see the King. He will soon be back… See Boda Lanre, she tried to kill me. She poisoned my food”
“Ah!!!” Lanre was getting alarmed now. This can longer be the tantrums of a nine year old.
“I don’t eat her food again except if Uncle is around. She hates me like anything”
Akinlolu gave more scary details that left Lanre almost gasping for breath. He stared at Akinlolu with disbelief. Suddenly, his eyes caught a picture hung on the wall. He moved closer to see the couple; Morakinyo and his wife.
“That’s Uncle and his wife” Akinlolu explained.
Lanre stared blankly at the picture; his eyes seem to be deceiving him.
The woman in the picture was none other than Betty! Betty Campbell. The same Betty; whom he had a strange encounter with on campus. This cannot be true! Something seem to be going wrong!!! Could this be mere coincidence or resemblance? He moved closer to the picture and saw a mark on her neck. It was a mark that stood Betty Campbell out. It appeared to be a birthmark. There it was on the picture of the woman said to be Morakinyo’s wife!
‘This cannot be a coincidence any longer…Betty Campbell has a dual personality !!!’
Morakinyo took a little longer time in the palace. His stay with Oba Folagbade had been unusually long today. From one question to another, Kabiyesi kept prodding, wanting to know more. His major concern today had been the case of David, who despite being a man after God’s heart still committed adultery and aided murder.
“You think God truly forgave him?” The King asked, looking worried and confused.
“Yes Your Highness, God truly forgave him” Morakinyo was emphatic.
“Just like that…He took another man’s wife, slept with her, impregnated her and then killed her husband. That was too much. I won’t take that. The justice system does not agree with that. He was supposed to have died for that offence! If an Oba tries that in this generation, he will be charged to court and sentenced to death” Folagbade was getting angry already.
Morakinyo smiled.
“I was a young Court Clerk in Akure in 1949 during the case of an Oba who kidnapped a young girl and murdered her for ritual purposes. Right in my presence, the 43rd Alaaye of Efon-Alaaye, Kabiyesi Oba Samuel Adeniran Asusumasa, Atewogboye II, his herbalist, one of his servants and one Gabriel Olaberinjo, were all sentenced to death by hanging for the ritual murder of a 15-month-old baby girl named Adediwura” Kabiyesi explained confidently.
Morakinyo sighed heavily.
“I was part of the whole proceedings from when the coroner inquest to the murder opened in early April 1949 at the Obokungbusi Hall in Ilesha under Magistrate W.O Egbuna. I remember, he was the one in control of that particular jurisdiction” Folagbade continued his historical treatise.
Morakinyo smiled again even as he marveled at the sharp memory of the sixty-nine year old King.
“No one is above the law; not even the king, the so-called ‘second-in-command to the gods’ Nobody” The King was becoming emotional now.
Morakinyo chuckled.
“Representing the Queen at this trial was Mr. Lloyd Crow. The case was then transferred to Akure High Court, where I was working at the time. The Justice N.S Pollard was the trial judge” The King continued proudly.
“Waaoh…This is a story I have never heard before” Morakinyo said, still wondering at the ability of the King to recall such details of an almost forty year old case.
“The lawyer to the Alaaye of Efon-Alaaye was the legendary Chief Obafemi Awolowo. He did his best to defend his client but the stern trial judge; Justice N.S Pollard dropped the bomb when he eventually found the King guilty” Folagbade said gleefully.
Morakinyo smiled again. He was praying silently that the Lord will give him the right answer to the intelligent questions of this aged but brilliant King. A retired Court Clerk!
“Kabiyesi, God knows all things. He is the original ‘Ka-bi-O=ko=si’. He does as he pleases. Yes, he hates sin, but he loves sinners. He hated what David did concerning the issue of Bathsheba, but as a father, he does not take his love away from him” Morakinyo stopped to see if the words were sinking well enough, but the expression of the King’s face did not show any emotion.
“However, Kabiyesi, God did not spare David….Oh! He did not. He dealt with him” Morakinyo continued. He kept asking The Holy Spirit to teach him what to say.
“Although he pardoned him, because he wept bitterly and repented of the evil he did, but God placed a series of judgment on him” Morakinyo explained further.
“Good. That’s better. That will serve as a deterrent to others” Folagbade came alive. He hated injustice.
His thirty seven years record of service in the Court was not stained with a single dot of corruption. Even during the 1979 General Elections, some unscrupulous politicians had approached him to help them tamper with some documents of the court in order to traverse justice. He told them point blank to simply pull the trigger and kill him instead.
Morakinyo continued his explanation. “First, David’s son, Amnon raped his half sister causing the brother of Amnon; Absalom to kill him in vengeance. As if that was not enough, his son Absalom planned a coup against him and raped all his wives and concubines publicly in broad daylight” Morakinyo was becoming more emboldened as he spoke further.
“Ahhhh! His own son?” Folagbade was truly alarmed now!
“Yes Kabiyesi…His son! Absalom went further by chasing his father away from the palace leaving the King to wander in the forest for months”
“Ahhh. That is serious. A real abomination!!!”
“Kabiyesi…now you can see that God did not spare David. He actually punished him heavily”
“That is true…He got more than what he deserved. God is just!!!”
Morakinyo breathed a sigh of relief. At last, he had successfully convinced the King again. The Bible Study sessions he had with the King have been most fruitful. Although Folagbade asks many smart questions, Morakinyo in God’s wisdom normally finds way around them.
That evening, he did not return to the parsonage until around seven O’ clock after a rather long session of Bible Study and enlightenment lectures with His Royal Highness. As usual, he did not accept the offer of food by the Olori. That has become the trend since he got married few weeks back.
“Mummy, your daughter at home will get angry if I eat here” He jokingly explained.
“I quite understand. I will get angry too if I were in her shoes” They both laughed as Morakinyo stepped out of the place and took quick steps back to the parsonage. Oyinkansola will be waiting!
He was wrong!!!
By the time he arrived at the parsonage, Lanre and Akinlolu were already waiting for him outside. They stood on the balcony looking askance. Morakinyo’s heart missed a beat as he saw Lanre and Akinlolu. He wondered what could have gone wrong. He was expecting Lanre. His sister, Mrs. Durotoye had already told him that Lanre will come to pick Akinlolu his brother. What could warrant the stay on the balcony in that sober mood is what he could not understand. He increased his pace towards the parsonage.
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