A TRUE LIFE STORY: PECCANT - EPISODE 7 [By Husband Material]

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Roaming the streets of Lagos, broke than I ever was, missed death twice by the whiskers, not so happy to be alive but thanking God for surviving the scary journey of the day, then my phone rang which was the only valuable property I had with me, I looked at the caller and it was Tina,
"Baby, in a week time I'll be back, we need to talk!", She said.
"Can't we talk on phone about whatever it is that is bothering you?" I queried.

She dropped the call and I was instantly super charged, the quest to make money was reborn again, caring less what I had past through, I needed to find a solution to make this money in one week; buy a house instead of building one so I thought.

I had retired at a beer parlour by the road side using that spot as a place where I will pass the night before thinking of what I will do the next day, that was when I saw a poster on a wall which had this picture of man in female makeup and he had four hands instead of two, with "MONEY" written in capital letter. I stood up from the chair I was sitting and walked close to the poster and then began to read what was written on it as it reads;
"India Mystic Powers! If you want to be rich and famous call Guru Dasami, you will thank your stars and your destiny will be changed forever".

That was the solution to the problem I have been longing for a success end, I punched the number on my phone and then retired to the seat a happy man!
"You are destined to be wealthy at old age Mr man and your parents are not destined to taste the fruit of thy labour"
That was what Guru Dasami said the moment I walked into his temple, a small hall with red linen used to design the four walls of the hall, the stench of incense filled the air as I was told by his guard to take my shoes off.

When I saw Guru Dasami I almost urinated in my pants, a short fair man with scary looking face, his tongue rolled out each time he opened his mouth to talk.
"But master, my mum is alive! Are you trying to say with her out of the way I can be very wealthy before one week", I asked.
"What are you scared of? You have killed your father so why are you scared of killing your mother?".

He sent a spasm of shock down my spine as I stared at him in awe, he then looked at me for while and the continued,
"Get her here as soon as you can, we will sacrifice her to the gods and then after 3 days use her blood to bath you and that would draw the future nearer", he said.

At the middle of a cross road again, here I was confused on the right direction to take, I thought about the sweet smell of Tina's skin, the way she cuddles me in bed when making love to her, nothing on earth could replace that feeling so I made up my mind to finish what I had started already, I would give mama a befitting burial, something she would never have gotten if I let live in the certain doom that bemused us.
"See my pikin! I tell dem say you be child of destiny" mama said.

As she saw me from afar walking down the street towards her direction, she hugged me as she signalled that I sit beside her as she blew the chaff of the groundnut she had on a huge tray, she did that for a while and then dropped it on the table where her goods were on display and then struggled to stand up, groaning in pain as she stood and then looked me before saying,
"My pikin follow me!"

We both walked into our room without saying a word and then I joined her, she sat on the wooden chair which had foam on it and made it fluffy to sit on but over the years the live-in rats had succeeded in chewing almost all the foam and only the skeletal structure of the chair was left, she shook her head as she spoke,
"My pikin since you comot after your papa death, three different Pastors don come here and all of dey talk the same thing"
"Wetin be the same thing all of them dey talk?" I chipped in.

Raising her hands up as she replied,
"Dem say na you kpai your papa wey be my husband!"
"God forbid!", I yelled and continued "mama you sef how you go dey believe all these fake Pastors?"
"Your papa people say make I tell dem wen you  come so dat you go follow dem go swear juju"

That was ticking doomsday if it comes to pass, I tried to download play the precarious situation as I tried so hard to change the topic but mama was hell bent on me proving my innocence, so to calm the situation down I lied,
"Okay mama tomorrow tell dem make dem come carry me go juju" I said.

That seemed to ventilate the situation as she was quick in changing the topic;
"Wetin you go chop? " She asked

I had no appetite but I needed to put up a good act before she becomes suspicious of my movements, we ate together that evening and then shared a bottle of soft drink from the shop and then she took her medications, I laid on the couch waiting for the right time as she sat beside me discussing until she began to nod her head as she was being swayed by sleep, it was then I knew the drug was beginning to take effect. I had swapped her high blood pressure drugs with a very power sleeping tablet. When she finally dozed off, I walked to where she was sleeping, scared at first of the efficacy of the drug as I shook her in pretence saying,
"Mama go sleep inside" .
And she laid there motionless, I took water from the table and poured on her and yet she made not even a single movement, that was when I called the driver I had arranged who helped me in carrying mama's lifeless body at the depth of the night and then towards Guru Dasami temple.

Guru kept smiling as he looked me and made huge promises,
"You will reign more than anybody in your generation, drop her body here"
Pointing at a triangle drawn on the floor, my hands shaking as I dropped the lifeless body of mama, praying that I was taking the right decision and not regret later as he escorted me out of the temple, my feet was washed with what seemed like blood by his servant before Guru Dasami came out again and gave me instructions,
"Go to your house, empty a room for that where the lifeless body of your mother would be kept and she would vomit currencies of different countries for you, come back in two days time for her body" he said.

With a pat on my shoulder I left his temple a happy man, for on the third day was the day the love of my life, the woman whom I have sacrificed all for would return, with the ritual in progress I was confident that I would be able to buy a house and different choice cars before Tina stepped her foot on Nigerian soil.

I could virtually eat or sleep as I counted each hour as it passed by, waiting on the said day so that I could go claim my riches. I had emptied mama's room preparing it for my imaginary pandora's box. Neighbours who cared to ask about the whereabouts of my mother, I bluffed each of them or gave them a flimsy excuse because in 48hours I was going to leave the slum for good. The day finally came when I was to go carry mama's body back home and then begin to reap the benefit of my labour, the motorcyclist who carried me to junction leading towards Guru Dasami's temple kept asking me strange questions as I boarded his bike,
"Oga you be SSS?" He asked.
Puzzled at such question I decided to query him,
"I resemble SSS?".
He was quickly in replying me as he apologized,
"Oga no vex! As you shave your bear-bear na why I say make I ask you" .

I paid him his money as I came down from his bike, facing the path that leads to Duru Dasami's temple I saw a large crowd that gather, my heart skipped as I walked faster to join the crowd to see what was happening, as I got closer all I could hear from the crowd were shouts of,
"Jesus! Jesus!".

Pushing through the crowd until I got close to the entrance of the temple, there I saw Guru Dasami handcuffed and his legs chained to a pole, as he was covered in blood, his eyes swollen from the beating he must have gotten from the crowd that gathered. He couldn't even open his eyes, policemen walked out from the temple carrying different body parts and then displaying it for the public to see as shouts rented the air, I could not believe my eyes what I saw when next the policemen came out of the temple, one carried the head of my mother in his hand as her head had been sawed out of her body, her teeth biting her tongue that came out of her mouth as her eyes popped out, the crowd began to shout again in agony as tears drooled down my cheek, I could not believe that I had killed my parents all for the mad rush of making money and yet that dream wasn't achieved.

I scuffled through the crowd as I tried to hide my face so that Guru Dasami would not recognise and then walked away confused than ever the next line of action again.

...to be continued.

Written by: Husband Material
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