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DREAMS PART 7


FINIX OPEN FLOOR UNCENSORED 30/11/2013    











          Now we have money with us and we must deliver a good we don’t have. Twenty million naira is a price a man can pay for love and that is what we are about to make at the expense of someone’s love. The relief was already being felt by us but the problem lies in the fact that we can really do nothing to help the situation. We need rosaries that can work wonders and under strict supervision; the pressure looked more than enough for us to handle. 

We parked in front of the mud house as Khalif alighted and entered the house. It took like ten minutes before he came back outside with an old man who was supported by his walking stick. The man told us all to come inside and welcomed us. He brought out water from a clay pot to serve but everybody greeted him thanks.  He started his incantations in a language I didn’t understand. After a while he excused himself for over three hours. At this time night has come. We called the general to notify him on the progress of the activities going on here. He asked if there was solution already and we told him no. He screamed: then wait! It was some minutes past three a.m. when the man sneaked out with a pot. The pot had fire in it and I knew it was likely a sacrifice. I wanted to spy but the window was facing the opposite direction. I couldn’t sleep any longer. The snoring capabilities of the soldiers were amazing. I started reflecting on my new phase of life, justifying everything I’m doing as a mixture of poverty and a step into affluence. 
(FINIX) ZANZIBAR RESTUARANT MAITAMA ABUJA


As soon as it became bright outside, I stood up and saw the man outside the compound. He was with many rosaries doing some spiritual works on them. I greeted him but he didn’t answer. There was a leaf in his mouth. I wondered what that could mean, but I didn’t want to spoil the process that had made me sleep inside a mud house. The soldiers came out one after the other and it was then I knew they had people on patrol all through the night. The greeted the man also and silence was still the response. Khalif was the last to wake up and he knew the norms already. He didn’t greet the man at all. We tried to get water to wash our faces and get toothbrush and do a little cleaning before proceeding into the activities of the day. 

It was ten thirty am when papa called us and demanded he needs to go to the house where this whole turmoil is happening. Khalif called him aside and said he should follow us we would not be able to collect the money again. He said we shouldn’t worry. We told our escorts and called general that we were on our way back. We were warned not to reveal that the old man was coming with us. Thus what we related to everyone in Abuja is that we are coming with the supposed spiritual rosaries. 

The journey was fast as sirens cleared the road for us. It was Lokoja that saw our first stop. Hunger had set in. we ate lavishly just to spend a little of the millions inside the car. Afterwards we continued with the journey and Abuja became so close. The house was waiting for us and I knew today will mark the confirmation of wealth into my life. The whole dreams I’ve been having is a about becoming a reality. At this moment I knew there was no stopping me. I thought of Aisha again and how she would be healed completely and how I would become influential. I started thinking of the country I would love for honeymoon. The horn was so loud that I woke up. We were back home and general walked swiftly towards the car to ask if it was successful. The old man came down and I saw the surprise on general’s face. They greeted themselves and he told general that the gate should be locked. Nobody is leaving the house again in a while. He called everyone into the house and told us the source of the problem is within. He brought some leaves and started burning it. The smell was horrible but we all could bear it. It took a while before we saw some manifestations. Aisha came out with some in a confession mode and the rhetoric was surprising. 

She had been the problem in the family. She put the illness on her mother. The grandmother’s case was a medical condition. He was the one also that gave his father hypertension. He was supposed to submit someone in their coven thus I came in. I looked at myself and wondered how I was a real sacrifice in some world I didn’t know. The more the leaves burn, the more she confessed. The session was for a while and at last she fell down and fainted. The ashes were poured inside a bowl and water was added to it. The bad spirit was removed from her and was declared free at last. 

When she woke up there was newness in her. I could even see it but I wasn’t interested again. How would I marry a witch? I thought of the 15million naira cheque and all I would gain. Is that commensurate to the spiritual pains I could go through if her spiritual family members come visiting again? We have twenty million inside the booth though. So afterwards Khalif and the old man brought out the rosaries and gave general, which all the members of his household should wear these all the time except they want to shower or have sex. 

Papa looked at me and said she is free. I walked to Aisha and hugged her. Slowly I felt something shocking and with energy so enormous she pushed me to the wall. Her eyes turned red and surprisingly papa was the first to run………

Comments

  1. Hahaha...papa was the first to run

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  2. Seriously, is dis the end? It can't be na.....what happens 2 d money, d general etc what happens next? Pls tell us oooooo!

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  3. Honestly the story didn't end well. What happened after papa ran?

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  4. Can you please work on your spellings and composition. I could be your editor... For chicken change.

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