A FALSE TRUTH PART 4

At this point I wanted to faint; I didn’t want to believe the confessions from my mother. What could daddy have done so bad that warranted mummy sleeping around that much? Another thing is, I don’t even know my father at this point. Uncle Rafiu is in the hospital and it was time to check what could be done. If he was the one, let him help Ugo and we continue from there. I wasn’t contained again. I couldn’t stop shedding tears. The weight these stories brought on me was huge and I felt I couldn’t bear it again. I screamed and everyone rushed to my side. They were petting me from all sides; I looked at my mum and asked why!!!!!!!!

My dad called Engr Uchenna outside and he told him this story.

Rafiu started working for my wife over 20 years ago and since then I knew what I’ve been using him for. My job wasn’t paying well and it seemed to me my wife was in charge of the house.  She started controlling me subconsciously and at a time I became a laughing stock in our area. It was so bad that my I had to borrow money from Rafiu sometimes to transport to work. It was a very difficult situation until I met Muyiwa again. We were secondary school mates and then he was a dull boy. He suddenly was rich and lavish. He saw me on my way from work after a frustrating day. My boss slapped me jokingly that day and called a Buffoon. He said I was too funny and her establishment wasn’t a cinema thus I would not be needed again. He gave me transport and that was all. I had to trek home because I had to pay back Rafiu’s money I borrowed. 

It was in the midst of the trekking that Muyiwa saw me and stopped. I couldn’t recognize him based on hunger and disappointment in my mind. I struggled to greet and when I later knew it was him, I rushed to hail him as if we were best of friends. He looked at me in disappointment and asked what had been happening to me? I tried narrating everything to him but tears didn’t allow me. He gave me four thousand naira that day and said we should see tomorrow. I cried till I got home. Keeping the money at home was scary; thus I didn’t sleep till the next morning. For the first time in a long while I felt like the man when I got home. I called my wife and told her what I wanted to eat. With a hiss she turned and told me there was no money that I can only drink Garri (cassava flour) tonight. I laughed and she was surprised when I gave her a hundred naira; that I want fresh fish soup with rice for dinner. I called Rafiu to go and buy “33” lager beer for me and in a relaxed mood I stretched after eating sipping the beer. I felt like a daddy for the first time. Then I knew money was good. But there was a fear I couldn’t contain. The fear was, hope this money wouldn’t finish?

 I consulted my friend the next day to show me the way, and that initiated our trip to Ilesha in Osun state Nigeria. There was an old woman with a blond hair in a mud house. All wrinkled from head to toe and with teeth you can count. The whole atmosphere smelled fetish but my mind was made up when I tasted a little bit of riches. Muyiwa introduced me to the woman and told her I came for the same thing. She laughed horribly and said hope I was ready. With an assurance I sat up in acceptance. I didn’t know what it would take me to become rich; I thought it was just prayers and goodwill from a professional herbalist but with the sacrificial instances and incantations coming out of this woman, I knew I was in for some real thing. Anyway my mind was made up. 

It was midnight before the sacrifice began and I was given a pot with some things in it. It was under a banana tree and I was naked. She bathed me with some kind of stinking water and with the smell she lit the edge of the pot. Wool was attached to it. She brought out one small knife and told me to be attentive. That a picture would show inside the pot; which I must stab the person. The person is responsible for my state of wretchedness. The fury in me was increased when I discovered the person was responsible. I thought of my step mom. She was the person I was expecting. She had never wanted me to survive not to talk of making it in life. She was always against me and it was time for me to deal with her. 

The incantations were rolling and the spirits were descending one after the other. The pot was getting heavier and I shouldn’t drop it until I stab the picture. I was about getting tired when the face of Rafiu showed up in the calabash and sharply I stabbed it. The old woman laughed and told me I’ve done noble. She started a tone of congratulations for destroying someone’s life. I wasn’t really bothered though but I had to think of what I’ve done to Rafiu to withhold my glory and prosperity. 

The old woman gave me some rules 

•         Never react to this person like you knew he was in charge of your misfortune

•      This person would become a mini imbecile because what you have just done is that you have used all the relevant organs in his body

•       Always keep him in sight, feed him and cloth him if necessary but he must never have excess

•      Because he can never impregnate a woman again; never let him stay too long with any woman.

So with this how come Rafiu could get my wife pregnant when I’ve used all the vitals? My wife is not saying the truth…… someone else is involved.