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Please daddy, tell us a story, Yaoundé (2026)

12/12/2022

𝓐𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

SEVEN

W̳H̳O̳ ̳W̳I̳L̳L̳ ̳R̳E̳S̳C̳U̳E̳ ̳H̳I̳S̳ ̳S̳O̳N̳?̳

I had never in my life seen or heard of such wickedness. I had thought stories, like Cinderella and others were just works of fiction. I had never thought such wickedness could be vented on a human in the world of mankind.

I had already received two hot slaps within few hours of his presence in our home. A clear sign that I was in a hot pot of soup. I had never seen a person that resembles his name to that extend. I could see some of his children and wives feeling uncomfortable for the treatment meted on me but who could object him? No one. He was a dangerous masquerade capable of bringing rain in the middle of the dry season.
I had made up my mind to face the challenges but didn't know it would be that bad.

In pains, I embraced my new life. A life of misery, agony and pain. I worked day and night with little or no food. I could not complete the meals of the day void of tears. I grew accustomed to his slaps to the point that he needed not to call me before giving them. Each time our eyes met, I would hurriedly run to him to show my jaws to be slapped.

It seemed he experienced an organism each time he saw me in pains. Passing a complete day without being beaten felt like something was missing in me.

I was hated by his children. They would insult me, eat and throw their plates at me, except for Ndum, Toh's second follower who would sneak to give me the remains of her food. Her father had got her well beaten one time when he caught her giving me her food. Myself and her were punished to go without food for two days under strict supervision and since that day, Ndum could only sympathize with me from a distance.

Day after day, the level of Bobe Mbema's wickedness increased. The five hours he had earlier stated as my resting hours out of twenty four hours a day was reduced to merely two hours because he overloaded me with work.
He had added farm work to the work he had already given me.

He had a farm at AkuniNkwain which was nearer to home and another at Akwang which was further from home. The one at AkuniNkwain was cultivated by his wives while I took charge of the one at Akwang.
My parents had not taught me how to farm. It was quite a difficult task for me. Thank God for Mimi's parents who had allowed Mimi to be following me to the farm every Saturday. She taught me how to work with a hoe and I became an expert in no time.

The farm became the happiest place for me to the extend that it shocked Bobe Mbema to see me taking farm work with delight. Adding farm work to the work he had already assigned to me was punishment to him but I found peace and joy in it. I received no slap while at the farm, no one insulted me, no one threw things at me and I had enough sweet potatoes and cocoyams to roast while at the farm.
He had banned me from praying at home and It was only at the farm that I could have time to to pray and have a reflection about my life.

After two years of severe pain meted on me by Bobe Mbema, tongues started wagging in the village. The villagers were displeased with the ill treatment he had subjected me into. Bo Nteh(quarter head) was persuaded by some elders to call him to order.

T̳o̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳t̳i̳n̳u̳e̳d̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳

I am SAH AFUMBOM FRANK.

10/12/2022

𝓐𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

SIX

W̳H̳O̳ ̳W̳I̳L̳L̳ ̳R̳E̳S̳C̳U̳E̳ ̳H̳I̳S̳ ̳S̳O̳N̳?̳

I wish it was a dream. I closed my eyes and slapped my two jaws to wake up from such a terrifying dream, just to open my eyes to meet the reality.

" 𝘼𝙢 𝙄 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙?"

In confusion, I answered;

"𝙔𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙚"

That was the beginning of terror in my life. That moment, the whole family fell on me.

" 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝘽𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚. 𝙉𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙. 𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 "said Na Bih, my late father's direct follower.

" 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙉𝙖 𝘽𝙞𝙝. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙩"

Bobe Mbema added and gave me a stone to carry, instructed me to kneel down and raise my hands after he had given me a hot slap. A slap that shook the tissues in my occipital lobe and for a moment, my brain cells produced electrical impulses like stars.

"𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝? "

I asked myself in tears.

Through out their discussion, I was kneeling. They ate, drank and left for their homes before I could get up.

sleep deserted my eyes throughout that night. Upon all the people in my father's family, it was the wicked and mischievous bobe Mbema who had to succeed my father. How would I pull through with such a person under one roof. His words kept on resounding in my mind;

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣"

What did he mean by that? Did he really mean what he said? Was he solemn at all? What was he planning to do with me? I had never seen such wickedness in my life.

My juicy life had come to an end. It was indeed a night of torment and torture. The new life I was about to start was filled with so much pain. My father's words came afresh. Words I never took serious while he was alive.

"𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣; 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙥? 𝙉𝙤, 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙮. 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 "

His words gave me courage and I prepared my mind for the worst. For bobe Mbema to restrict me from visiting my people, he had a bad plan for me and did not want my relatives to see what he would subject me to.

The following morning, I went to Mimi's house. She was in with her parents. I told them about the fire I was about to enter into.

"𝘽𝙤𝙗𝙚 𝙈𝙗𝙚𝙢𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮"

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙃𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝. 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝘼𝙪𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙜" said Mimi's father .

"𝙃𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨. 𝙃𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢" I told them.

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩? 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙩 . 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚?" Mimi's mother asked.

"𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 " Mimi's father added.

I thanked them and stood up to leave. It was then that Mimi held my hand with hand tender hands and said;

" 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧"

I thanked her and left to our house.

Minutes later, Bobe Mbema, his two wives and twelve children arrived. Apart from him who had carried a very big black bag which I suspected were his secret pots given by Fimbifih, none of his wives and his six boys held anything except for the dresses they had worn on their bodies.Only the six girls held plastics which contained their dresses. I thought the boys were still to go for their dresses but no.

We lived in a six bedroom bungalow, it had a large gas kitchen and an external local kitchen, three water closet toilets and an external pit toilet.

I was still wondering how sixteen people would manage a six bedroom bungalow when Bobe Mbema came out from my late parents' room after he had kept the bag he came with. His children had been so rowdy but immediately he cleared his throat, every mouth bowed down reverently.

He asked me to show his first son my room which I did. Toh was sixteen years old. Just a year older than me but I was three classes ahead of him.

" 𝙏𝙤𝙝" He called.
"𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙖" Toh answered .
"𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢?"
"𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙖."

I had already known that I would share my room with some of them but not Toh. I didn't like his personality. He was so disorganized. It was what he said next that weakened me. He asked his boys to bring out all my clothes which they did. He equally instructed his wives to bring out my late mother's clothes.

I sat there helplessly and watched in tears how bobe Mbema, shared my dresses to all his six boys and my mother's dresses to his two wives. The only dress left was the one I had on my body.

As if that was not enough. He chose two rooms for himself and his wives and gave the remaining four to his children. The lone bed in the external kitchen was dismantled and added to one of the rooms.

After, he called me and started preaching his malevolent sermon.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 i 𝙝𝙖𝙙 a 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙋𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢."

"𝘽𝙪𝙩, 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚"

A slap fell on my jaw like a log of wwood.

"𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙥, 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙉𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 " He continued .

" 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨, 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 11:00 𝙥𝙢 𝙩𝙤 4:00 𝘼𝙈. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙥, 𝙢𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣. 𝘼𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙩. 𝘼𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙄𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙥, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬".

T̳o̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳t̳i̳n̳u̳e̳d̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳

I am SAH AFUMBOM FRANK

09/12/2022

So sorry, Got too busy yesterday and couldn't type anything. There won't be anything for us today. Have a nice day.

08/12/2022

𝓐𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

FIVE

W̳H̳O̳ ̳W̳I̳L̳L̳ ̳R̳E̳S̳C̳U̳E̳ ̳H̳I̳S̳ ̳S̳O̳N̳?̳

I was left alone to face the hungry looking witches and wizards my father had as brothers and sisters.

Times without number, they had accused my mother of having cast a spell on my father simply because he had to confide in her before doing anything to any of his relatives.

Never for once did my mother reject or object my father from helping his relatives. Her generosity was never enough. They had always seen her like an obstacle blocking them from harvesting from the tree of wealth.

My father had tried everything possible to make life comfortable for his relatives but they had all turned out to be Oliver twist.

With such people beside me, I saw my daylight gradually giving up for darkness. I was doomed. I was too young to fight wolves of that nature.

I let loose the burdens in my heart through tears. My voice was so loud that the whole village had to gather anew. I was beyond consolation. I did unimaginable things. I sat and forgot myself at times. I crept with my hands and with my buttocks unnoticed.

For months, food lost its taste in my mouth. I went to school for formalities, for i learned nothing. My mind was always beyond the classroom activities. Grief had taken a greater part of my life.

Just when I was about recovering, a family meeting was held and according to our tradition, "chop chair" had to be chosen to inherit my father's properties. It was in that meeting that Bobe Mbema, my father's nephew was chosen as my father's "chop chair". He was a close friend to Fimbifih, a very wicked and a mysterious traditional doctor in the village whom everyone trembled at the mention of his name.

History held it that, his father could sit in his house and harvest herbs from ijim mountain forest but couldn't hurt anyone without a reason. His son was just the contrary of who his father was. He used his own powers to bring terror upon the people of Tumuku.

In case Bobe Mbema slept and dreamed that he kicked his toe against a stone, he would knock Fimbifih's door before the break of dawn to find out who was after his life. According to him, there was no dream without a cause. The only fragrance you could get from him was that of castor oil.

He had been suspected of many deaths in the village but no one dared to speak since he was close to Fimbifih. He could not pass me by the road without insulting either my mother, myself or members of my mother's family. He was always bitter towards me.

He had been the main suspect behind my parents' death due to his open demonstration of hatred towards us. Maybe, he tried it spiritually and it didn't work and he resolved to a physical attack.

From what our neighbors told me, someone had knocked the door at 12:00 midnight, crying that the daughter was sick and he wanted him to carry her to the hospital in his car, just for them to be found dead the following morning.
His relatives were fond of knocking at late hours for similar situations. Whoever murdered my parents, was someone closed to the family.

I knew that my end had come. There and then, I watched him shared my father's properties between his brothers and sisters.
My father had invested so much in farm business. He had ten cocoa farms in meme division and twenty hectares of palms in Manyu Division. He had bought twenty plots in the village and had constructed fifteen business houses . He had been nicked name "Aballah" because he had kept it as a tradition to construct a gigantic house each passing year.

I thought he would give me a part of my father's properties but no. After sharing everything, he told me;

"𝘼𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙄 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝘽𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙟𝙤𝙗 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨. 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧?"

T̳o̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳t̳i̳n̳u̳e̳d̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳

I am SAH AFUMBOM FRANK

07/12/2022

𝓐𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

FOUR

W̳H̳O̳ ̳W̳I̳L̳L̳ ̳T̳E̳L̳L̳ ̳H̳I̳S̳ ̳S̳O̳N̳?̳

“𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚

“𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 '𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚' 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙?I asked him.

Before the population tried to stop him, he had already spilled the beans.

“𝙔𝙚𝙨 𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙧"

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩?"

Whatever had been said after, I didn't get it because I had passed out. I only recovered after some minutes on the hospital bed to find Mimi sitting at the foot of my hospital bed.

Other villagers of goodwill had come but could not be allowed to sit in the hospital ward where I was and they all sat on the veranda. I could hear the voice of Ajouh coming from outside. He was recounting all the good deeds of my father while crying.

" 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?"I asked Mimi.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨' 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝"

" 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙?"

She bent down her head and nodded in affirmative.

I could not tell what exactly happened. All I know was that I looked at people but couldn't talk. People talked to me and I thought I had responded meanwhile I had responded only in my heart. I left the hospital and the crowd that was hanging at the hospital premises followed. The ones we met along the road, followed and before we reached home, our compound was already full of people.

Some of my relatives had come and the whole place was in tears.
My parents spent a week at the mortuary before the burial took place. It was after the burial that I realized myself. It was then that I realized that something had happened. The ground had finally opened its large stinking mouth and swallowed my parents whom death had sealed their mouths and prevented them from protesting against the cruelty of the grave.

I regained my voice and I saw how vulnerable I had become. My support system had gone. I was left alone to face the hungry looking witches and wizards my father had as brothers and sisters.

T̳o̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳t̳i̳n̳u̳e̳d̳ ̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳.̳

I am SAH AFUMBOM Frank

06/12/2022

𝓐𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

THREE

W̼H̼O̼ ̼W̼I̼L̼L̼ ̼T̼E̼L̼L̼ ̼H̼I̼S̼ ̼S̼O̼N̼?̼

Ajouh, after finishing the third litter of palm wine, suddenly sprung to his feet and gave a loud shout.

“𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙. 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚? 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚? 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚? 𝙊𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄𝙩' 𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙬."

“𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚?I asked him.

Just when he opened his mouth to speak, the man who had earlier whisper on his ear together with another man who had just entered the bar blocked his mouth and whispered again on his ear. He breathed in and out and told them.

"𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒅. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏"

It was almost getting dark and I had not seen or heard anything about my parents. Everyone around me behaved funny. People would not even let Ajouh to converse freely with me. What were they concealing from me? I pondered.

I quickly ordered for the fourth litter. When he had drunk half of it, instead of telling me what I wanted to hear, the idiot felt asleep. I waited for a few minutes for him to wake up. When I realized that he was not ready to wake up any moment from then, I shook him and he opened his eyes and sprung to his feet again and wailed so loudly.

“Jeff, your parents were good people

T̲o̲ ̲b̲e̲ ̲c̲o̲n̲t̲i̲n̲u̲e̲d̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲

SahAfumbom Frank

05/12/2022

𝓐𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

TWO

W̳H̳O̳ ̳W̳I̳L̳L̳ ̳T̳E̳L̳L̳ ̳H̳I̳S̳ ̳S̳O̳N̳ ̳

I walked to three corners (our square) which was just a stone throw from our home. When I was just thirty meters away from the square, a crowd which had been very rowdy became mute immediately they set eyes on me.

I moved closer and greeted a few but their facial expressions left me downcast and stopped me from continuing with the gesticulation. First, it was my own friend Mimi and then the people. Something was going on which I couldn't lay my hands on. I overheard a man asking another.

"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤n?"

"𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧; 𝙄𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤" a man next to him responded.

Who were they talking about? Which news were they talking about? I was the only son to my parents. Could they be talking about me? Why was everyone unenthusiastic to neither talk nor come close to me? I pondered. When I realized no one was ready to talk to me, I reluctantly left and went back home.

At 4:00 PM. My parents had not returned and I had not heard anything about them either. Their phones were all switched off. I was restless. So, I left the house in searched of Ajouh. A man whose eyes were permanently red and watery caused by strong palm wine. If there was anything the villagers were concealing, he would be the best person to reveal it.

Unfortunately, I met Ajouh in his clear state. Nothing could come out from him in that state. I engaged him in a conversation and from there I suggested we sat somewhere and took few bottles of palm wine. It was something I was not used to due to the preaching I had received from my parents against strong wine but as a detective would pretend to be mad just to get information from the people, I had to do it.

I took him to a popular palm wine bar in the village and ordered for three litters of palm wine at once. I settled on one while he took two. I knew that by the time he would finished drinking, I would have gotten what I wanted from him. It didn't take him up to ten minutes to finish up a litter of palm wine and within the space of twenty minutes; he had finished two litters of palm wine. Yet nothing came out from him. In the cause of drinking, a man had come up and whispered in his ear which he had responded so loudly

“𝘼𝙢 𝙄 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙙? 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠?

It seemed the two litters were not sufficient to bring out his disposition. I ordered for another litter. When he had drunk half of it, he patted my back and told me.

"𝘽𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮. 𝘽𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙"

"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?" I asked him with fear burning within me

“𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙." he responded and took a sip of palm wine.

T͛o͛ ͛b͛e͛ ͛c͛o͛n͛t͛i͛n͛u͛e͛d͛ ͛.͛.͛.͛.͛.͛.͛.͛.͛.͛.͛.͛.͛.͛.͛

SahAfumbom Frank

04/12/2022

𝓐𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

ONE

W̲H̲O̲ ̲W̲I̲L̲L̲ ̲T̲E̲L̲L̲ ̲H̲I̲S̲ ̲S̲O̲N̲ ̲

It was a custom in our household that morning consecration be carried out every morning. Even the neighbors had taken us as their alarm clock. Not once did I hear my neighbors said that they would start their journey immediately the Ben's start singing. At first, they had seen it as nuisance but consistency, backed by good deeds shut their mouths. The wisdom of my father was comparable to none. He had handled problems in the community that could result to bloodshed so simply that left people wondering how God made him.

Every 5:00 AM, he would wake me up with his bass speech, singing his desired song

" 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈".

That moment seemed like the best moment to sleep but I would unwillingly wake up to escape cold water being sprinkled on my face. My body mechanism had already gotten used to that early hour of the morning.

One fateful morning, i knew it was time for morning consecration but I didn't hear any song. I waited for the voice for closed to ten minutes but heard nothing. I woke up and went out to the sitting room. I wanted to sway my parents. So, I started singing. To me, I would be the one to wake my parents up from their slumber for the first time. I sang endlessly for thirty minutes but none of them responded. I decided to pray alone before finding out why my parents overslept.

After numerous soft and solid knocks on their door without a response, I decided to dash into their room but to my greatest dismay, my parents weren't in their rooms.

"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙚?" I asked myself in disbelief

My parents had never left the house without telling me. I wasn't happy with the latest development but I had no choice than to sit and wait patiently for their reappearance.
At past 11:00 am, they had not returned. I became nervous and decided to move out of the house. The first person I met that frenzied morning was my friend Mirabel whom I preferred calling "Mimi" She was the only friend I had in our neighborhood.

"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙢𝙞" I greeted her.

"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛"she responded coldly.

Mimi had never responded me so coldly even when we had issues. Why should she behave in such a fashion? My parents had already given me a tough morning and I didn't want to add any. Whatever thing that was troubling her would be handled after. I asked her if she had seen my parents. Instead of her to answer me, she burst out to tears. I was confused. I moved closer to relieve her. Just when she opened her mouth to speak, her mother came out and pulled her inside.

𝕋𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 ..............

SahAfumbom Frank.

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