PEMISIRE (Part 13&14) – OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE

PART 13 PÈMÍSÍRE”
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

“Slash! Slash!” Was the sound of the whip on my body. I looked at the pastors who were abusing me with the brooms they held; they were so zealous about it.

On the other side of my vision, my eyes saw the foxes approaching the lion cub, they all stood on their hind feet fighting the Lion cub.

I felt the pain the Lion Cub was going through, and out of the blues, I felt I needed to fight the foxes…I knew my bones instantly felt like iron and with mad anger I fought against the devilish pastors. About 8 of them were on the floor by the time I was through with them.

“It is the demon In him that is giving him that strength,” Said one of the amazed pastors…

The torture continued… At some point, my hands were tied at my back and the torture I went through brought blood out of my body… I became more erratic splashing more saliva and I am sure from the point of view of whoever that was watching, they would have concluded that I was really an erratic imbecile as seen, of which unfortunately I wasn’t, I could only see what they could not see.

Would anyone keep still when foxes were attacking him or her…?

(ABIGAIL’S ANGLE) Every step I took away from Pemisire tore at my heart, but I had to make a decision. I needed my life back… I kept assuring myself that in three days I would see Pemisire and hopefully they would have cast the demon out of him.

Adio who had brought me to the Church had left us the moment we got there so I was returning home alone…

In the public bus that I boarded, a woman sat behind me and I heard the way she spoke with her son who was around 22 years of age. She was speaking to him like he was a child… I turned back on several occasions because the young man looked physically alright but the words that came out of his mouth was like the words of a 2-year-old child…

“Mummy, why does the man have a blue shirt on?” He asked

“Maybe Blue is his favorite color!”

“Why blue? He should have chosen red as his best colour because it is bright…”

“Well, remember I have told you, Life is a Choice… “

“Ok, but I cannot remember when you told me that. Was it when I was a baby?”

I wanted to laugh at that childish talk. He was still a child in an adult’s body, but I found it appalling because I felt his mother must have over-pampered him to the point of not reasoning by himself.

I must have looked back like 15 times before the woman finally said…

“He is a Special child” the mother defended.

“Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, it’s just that I have a different kind of special Child” I said trying to be nice

“Really?” She asked with a bright look of interest.

“Yes!”

“Where is he?”

“He is undergoing deliverance at a church!” I said with excitement mixed with hope. I said hoping if Pemisire was delivered, I could recommend the place to the woman.

“Ok? For what precisely?” She asked with the voice of scepticism

“For him to become a normal human being, although the story is more complicated,” I said further, hoping the woman could also bring her child to the church for deliverance.

“What is his case?”

“Case?”

“Challenge? Like what has he been diagnosed of?”

“Diagnosed? I don’t get, He is not sick, he just looks strange and sometimes acts strange. I was told a demon lives in him…

“What?” The woman looked at me very bewildered and the only thing she said was…

“Take me to where your child is ?” and with the tone she used, Abigail knew she shouldn’t say no…

PART 14 PÈMÍSÍRE”
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde

The woman I later discovered was Mrs Ayomide followed me back to the church and on getting there, I went numb at what I saw…

My son! My only son, Pemisire had been tied up, bound with a very tight rope. Pemisire had been battered, he had several wounds all over his body, I saw the brooms on the floor which obviously was the cause of the torture marks on his body.

I expected Pemisire to look away from me and hate me for what I made him go through but instead, he still longed for me in love… that broke me… the unconditional love in his eyes haunted me…

“What happened to him?” Mrs Ayo’s eyes popped out… Her son hid behind her like a child, because Pemisire’s sight was horrible.

I gathered the necessary momentum to walk up to my child, the pastors were shocked to see I was back. The head pastor quickly rushed towards me…

“Don’t go near him, the demons are still under the torture of the angels.” The Head pastor said and the Lion in me came out…

**** (PEMISIRE’S ANGLE) My entire body was on fire, I couldn’t tell where I was feeling pain because my entire body was in pain! As I sat bound on the floor crying, I saw the mother Lioness returning with a bigger Lioness behind her. The Bigger Lioness had a small cub walking by her.

When my Lioness saw my cub as battered as I was, tears dropped from the Lioness’ face. The cub was happy his Mama had come back for him. He was happy the Lioness was around to save him from the foxes.

“Don’t go near him, the demons are still under the torture of the angels” The Head Fox Said and that stopped the Lioness in her tracks. The Lioness turned towards the fox, she landed on him slapping him with her paws and with her teeth she tore his flesh. The head fox kept screaming for help and though other foxes came to his rescue, the fury of the Lion and what she was capable of doing made them have a rethink of touching her. The Lioness choked him till he started vomiting blood. At that point, the new Lioness that came with my Mother walked towards her and with her right paw, she tapped my mother Lioness on her shoulder telling her killing the head Fox wasn’t worth it.

The Bigger Lioness reached out to me and with her big mouth, she carried me. At first, I cringed away from her but I looked into her eyes and I saw the Look I always saw in my mother’s eye…

The Look of Love and assurance…

****** (ABIGAIL’S ANGLE) Mrs Ayo took us to her house and all I did was shed tears. Guilt wouldn’t make me touch Pemisire. The wounds all over his body were tearing at my heart. All I kept uttering was…

“I am sorry…”

Mrs Ayo cleaned his wounds and was applying first aid. Her 22-year-old son who was behaving like a 2-year-old boy was the one helping with picking up things she needed…

“We need to talk…!” Mrs Ayo said as she cleaned Pemisire…

I knew we had to talk and I could tell it would be a talk on how much of a terrible mother I was.

***** (PRMISIRE’S ANGLE) I saw the guilt in my mother’s eyes and though I was in pain I wanted to wrap my hands around her and be in her embrace the way the lion cub does with his Lioness Mother but Mama stood far away from me…

“Mama.. Ma..ma… co..m.e” I slurred

The Bigger Lioness looked at my Mother Lioness and shook her head…

“ This is how special they are, they don’t keep grudges, they love you even when you love them less…I hope you don’t lose what you have before you realize how precious they are…” She said

“I know He is Special, but why would God make him disfigured? “

“Was this God’s work?” She asked but Mother looked like she wasn’t sure of the answer to give.

“Bible says, every good and perfect gift comes from Above, but though Pemisire is a good boy, he is not Perfect!” My mother said breaking into a loud cry birthed out of frustration.