The Return Of Amadioha 2

I was almost fast asleep while I hear Papa and Mama talked and laughed low tones. A knock came at the door. The knock on the door was heavy in assumption that the person behind wanted to pull it down. My shut eyes were quickly opened and cold silence descended upon Papa’s room. I was wondering who this could be? Besides, it was dead of the night 1am.
“Who is there?”, I heard Papa asked in a deeper voice. I know he might have his machete.
I stepped out of my bed, and then tiptoed to the sitting room. I saw Mama standing close to the door that connects the sitting room and theirs. My guess was right, Papa held his machete in his right hand and a torch on the left. A lot of things must be going on through his mind. The stranger behind the door might be an armed robber or an assassin. I had cleared quite alright, but evil seed can always germinate easily and prosperously.
“Sir, it is Sergeant Ogboso”, the voice faintly.
“Sergeant Ogboso?”, Papa asked.
“Yes. I’m a police officer”.
Police officer? What should a policeman be looking for in our house at the middle of the night? To arrest who? Papa? Me? Or mama? He sounded alone, but which sane police officer will embark to make an arrest in the dead of the night all alone? Suicide mission or he uses “odeshi”. Papa opened the door after unbolting it. The said Sergeant Ogboso was not on uniform. How does one believe him to be a police officer? He leaned against the wall and was panting hard.
“So how can I be of help to you?”, Papa asked as he shined the torchlight on his face.
“You must leave with your family now. They will arrive here in couple of hours”, sergeant Ogboso said breathing heavily.
“Who are these people?”
Papa was always inquisitive. Of course, I know who “they” are. Combined team of Mobile policemen, Army Special Forces and the crack team of the State Security Defence. It was a fierce force. I’m quite aware that Sergeant Ogoboso risked his life coming down here to tell us about it.
“These people are powerful and deadly. You just have leave. I did this because your son also saved my family during the last heavy rains”.
Now, I remember who Sergeant Ogboso was. During the last days of the rainy season, for four whole days it rained nonstop. His only daughter had stepped out to play in the rain even when the wife had scolded the child not to step out, she went out. The ground was slippery and it drew the daughter down the gutter in front of the house. She screamed for help and the mother came out. She also found herself in similar situation like her daughter. I was called to action by my armlet, given to me by Chukwu okike. I arrived the scene; the flood water was already driving them with full force towards oke osimili river. Local divers couldn’t attempt any rescue operations because it was too dangerous. According to a myth, oke osimili was dangerous to swan in, if there was a rainfall. The banks always overflow. I invoked lightening and following its speed. I had called on chi mmili the river goddess to protect mother and daughter from all the ajo mous in the river. I flew to a nearby coconut tree and cut it down. I sliced it into halves to make a path for them to pass. The mother was already given up because she has drunk much water. I walked on the path I have made because I had placed it from a good ground till where they are. I carried the daughter on my left shoulder while the mother on the right. I took them home. Many onlookers watched from their homes. They feared that the story might not be same.
“We leave for my ikwunne now”, Papa said as he sat in one of the cushions in the sitting room, with hands. Sergeant Ogboso had left. I sensed a lot must be going through Papa’s mind. He wanted to stay back and fight. Defending our compound was his priority due to Papa Nnukwu had warned him on no account should he flee from the compound. Our forefathers have stayed there come rain, come shine. They defended it. Staying back was act of bravery but if he leaves, cowardice you will call it. Ekwensu will have a good if he eventually stays back.
“How are you sure of this policeman?” mama asked. “Are you sure we won’t be ambushed?”.
Mama was worried and it was written all over her. She would want us go to her family house instead; due to the fact her elder brother was a retired soldier. It was safer. Papa won’t accept it. The house of his inlaws? No way! It was an insult.
”We will go and nothing will happen to any of us”, Papa said.
Mama dashed inside their room. She wants get a few things ready for the journey while I stood staring at Papa. He was expecting me to say something or came up with an idea that might calm the situation if what Sergeant Ogboso had said was true. He barely talked to me. He relayed everything through Mama. He said that gods and men are not same. According to him, male gods tend to soft to women than men. I love Mama from birth.
“Chidera, are you not going prepare anything?”, Mama queried as she emerged from their room with two Ghana-must-go bags. “Or you didn’t hear what the policeman said?”
“Did you see him as someone that is worried?” Papa retorted as his eyes caught mine and he looked away almost immediately.
We hit the road. Papa had made suggestions that we take main entrance instead of backyard. He said we might be caught up with our visitors that would be strategizing to catch us unawares. They both shared the bags while I walk behind holding Papa’s torchlight. Papa had made a little map that would give us a quicker journey to his ikwunne. Once, we emerged from our eziama, we take left as if we are going to oke oshimili. There seemed to be a junction connecting our village, oke oshimili then next town, Asiaja which comprises of ten villages. We would pass through Ekeaja, one of the villages. Papa’s fears would be the local vigilante. It was a law not to keep late nights in this village. It was the shortest way into Ogudiri town, which was Papa’s ikwunne.
“Woman, you have to walk to faster. We have a long way to go,” Papa said in low tone as we had taken the left turn following his map directions.
“This bag is very heavy”
“Are you not the one that packed up the load in it…..”
Papa couldn’t finish his last word as we heard the sound of approaching vehicles with lights dimmed. Immediately, we dashed into a nearby bush. Sergeant Ogboso was right after all, but how come they didn’t take our village road? According to Papa, it was antics of war. You don’t let your enemies predict your moves. There were about seven vehicles on a single line. Each occupant seemed to be brandishing an Ak47. The vehicles came to a halt almost to where we had hidden. Mama’s heart skipped.
“E be like thief no dey this village”, said a soldier as he alighted from one from the vehicles.
“Why you talk so?”, a policeman cuts in.
“No be person get this bag and I sure say money fit dey inside?”.
It was Papa’s bag. He dropped it. Fear didn’t let him hold on to it. We lay low in order not to be detected while Mama muted silent prayer. Papa held on to his machete. He had earlier boasted if we are caught, before we might be killed he would cut off at least five heads.
“This is not our mission. Don’t derail it”, a man announced. He sounded more of the commander or coordinator of the mission. He was mean. “The little boy has to pay for whatever damages he has done”.
The vehicles sped off raising thick of dust and smoke while we watched and listened to them. Mama Uju had told me that all these will surely occur and I should never make a mistake of raising a finger. Any silly action against what was about to take place would wipe mankind out of mother earth. She said it was the will of Chukwu Okike.
“Chidera, what damages was that man talking about?” Mama found her voice.
What does she want me to tell her that was the said damages? Past months, my name, Mama’s and Papa’s name kept ringing bells nationally. If we weren’t announced on radio then we will be seen on almost news channels on the Television. The police had declared me as an enemy of the state. They claimed I destroyed a national “treasure”.

Before the run up of events that led to me being announced as an enemy of the state. I had gone to battle against Ogaragidi, a feared dibia. He came through generations of great dibias that served okwu alusi. Greed, arrogance and love of money made him to lose focus on what had kept his forefathers going generations ago. Justice was given to the highest bidder. The poor lost their voice and hope in okwu alusi while the rich and affluence laugh hard if you ever report a case against at the court of Ogaragidi. They will surely buy out the case and he will put you on an oath not to take the case further. The country’s big politicians have made him their god. Whatever he told them, stands. The police chief that declared me as an of the state, got lots of charms and protection from him due pressure from the presidency that he might sacked. Corruption cases were hanging around his neck. Mama Uju said he had a pact with ekwensu. He sold all his male children’s destinies, about eight of them. This was the big part of the pact because ekwensu succeeding as another great dibia. Let the lineage be doomed. It will take okwu alusi a decade to find a faithful family that would serve him generations after generations.
On the set day for the battle against Ogaragidi, I brought out my ogu. It was a gift from Chukwu okike. Mama Uju had her walking stick. It was light against darkness. She told that our host anticipates our arrival. He seemed prepared. He was more powerful than Ajo Dibia,who gnashes his teeth in oku mou.
”Don’t look inferior if sends thunder against us”, Mama Uju cautioned.
He can send out thunder? How? Am I not the only one that thunder and lightning answer to? There was more to the powers Ogaragidi possessed. Did he kill ekwensu and took all his powers? A face to face with him would tell lots of stories. We arrived the thick forest that housed his shrine, which he called court. He was nowhere to be seen, but his servants were ready pick up the fight on his behalf. Mama Uju wanted to take them out, and then a thunderous laugh came. It shook the whole forest. It was him. He was trying to make his arrival known and felt. The laughter died, a whirlwind came sweeping through the trees and grasses. His servants were at the mercies of the wind. It took them one after the other.
”It is only cowards that show up their faces during a real fight”, Mama Uju thundered. “ Come and fight, if you are a real man”.
Mama Uju’s words seemed to have provoked him as started uprooting trees and directed them towards us. I sent out eight axes that the trees to shreds.
”You can’t take away what belongs to me”, Ogaragidi said as his voice echoed. “This is my life and I have to live it”.
“What life are you talking about?”, I retorted. “Did you know the pains you’ve caused a lot of families? The agonies and injustice you have melted out?”
“I built whatever I today from scratch. You deceived my fathers, no w I have known the truth and I have seen the way”.
“You only saw the way to your destruction”, Mama Uju cuts in.
Mama Uju struck her stick on the ground thrice; Ogaragidi emerged from an iroko tree that stood near his shrine. Though, I expected to a giant, but he was short and dark in complexion with hairs all over, but how did get to marry the thirty wives I learnt he married? They were charmed? Nwoke adighi njo. He stepped back a little and danced like the ijele masquerade, then he raised the broom he had on his left hand, thunder struck. Mama Uju was right after all. I unleashed my ogu on him and the thunder it produced hit his loins. While Mama Uju sent out darts which pierced through his skin. He yelled for help because it was finished. No fighting power. He lost it.

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His Death.

Mama’s face wore nothing, but grief and anger. She was bitter. Her eyes had swollen up. She can cry no more. If tears could be measured, hers would have formed a little stream at the backyard. The sympathizers and fellow mourners, who came calling immediately the corpse arrive our compound. The ambulance had two occupants, the driver, and one lady that has a familiar face. I can’t recall where I did meet or know her. It was the driver whom spoke to Papa because the lady had lost her voice.

‘Are you Mazi Okoro?’, the driver asked.

‘Yes’, Papa answered in a low voice after looking at the ambulance, the driver, and the lady. I know him to take precautions when answering to questions. If I should read his mind, the driver might have missed his way and decided to drive in and ask his way around. I know he can’t remember any of his relation abroad that would die for the corpse to be brought home.

The only relation outside the shores of Ndoke was Uncle Sam, who died a decade ago. He was brought home in company of friends that knew our compound. Who could this be? Who died? So many questions keep pondering on my mind. I kept calm as I watched the driver held Papa by the hand and whisper something into his ears.

‘What!!!’, Papa shouted as his face looked more of a person that drunk the ‘Iba’ herbs. His voice always tell situation of things. His happiness will you tell from a loud laughter that echoes. He always tells everybody how he hates to be angry. His anger starts where your happiness stops. He would tell anybody that cares to know, he do silly things whenever anger becomes a cloth to him.

‘Obiora!!!”, it was Mama’s voice. She calls me this way anytime she comes back from the farm. Of course, I have known the calls to be her warm water for bath, but today I was tongue-tied and rooted where I stood near the entrance to the sitting room. She called again and I heard her murmuring that I had gone out when she had told me earlier that I would help her in the kitchen for the dinner preparation. I could hear her slow footsteps as she walk up the little sandbag stairs made by Papa to fight erosion, while the hoe and the machete clatter together.

‘So Obiora, you are around and you kept deaf ears to my calls?’, She said angrily without noticing either Papa nor the ambulance driver or the lady. My neither lips nor legs moved as tears strolled down my cheeks. I think I have spoilt everything. Mama is a ‘detective’. She has an instinct of knowing a situation without been told. She will possibly tell what the driver and the lady brought home. She was the one that told Papa something was wrong with Uncle Sam three days before his corpse was brought home.

‘Nna anyi, Ralph is dead!!!’, Mama’s voice echoed as she flogged herself to the ground. Her voice had attracted a hand of neighbors and passersby. Papa never said a word to her and she announced that Ralph is dead!!

Ralph should not be my elder brother. We spoke on phone few days ago. I remember his last loud laughter as his usually do. He sounded healthy. I know him, he don’t hide anything eating him up. His secrets are not far from my ears. He has grown to be Mama’s favorite son and friend. He loves Mama and Mama do too, Ralph almost broke Mama’s heart and earned himself an indelible phobia from Papa.

Ralph went away with the entire savings of Mama and partly Papa’s village council savings. For six months, nobody heard from him. My greatest worry was Mama as she almost fell ill not because her money, but her son and friend. Papa was furious; cursing the day Ralph was born. The whole village will soon be on his neck while Ralph was nowhere to be found. I recall Ralph telling me he would soon ‘travel out’ without disclosing his particular destination. I made it a lip-sealed as I swore to make it be.

During the searching times, I thought he might have traveled out as he told me that ‘everything is now ready’. I was surprised to be called on phone and behold, it was Ralph! He made mention of ‘yahoo-yahoo’ boys and how he fell prey to them. I only told him to comeback for Mama’s sake, but why should he come home when Papa was too angry to listen? With which face will he stand at Mama’s presence? According to her, the savings were for Ralph’s university education.

‘It’s okay. God has His reasons’, it was Mama Onyinye, late Uncle Sam’s wife. ‘Cries cannot wake him up’. The same words Mama had used the day her husband was brought home. It’s now clear that Ralph had died as I heard the lady said something of a gun fight. Ralph can hardly hurt a fly, but I have to wait the truth must be told.

In no due time, young men of my age bracket starting to work on a marked space for the grave. They wore smiles as they took turn to dig while they ‘shine their shoe’ (referring to hot gin). I only to giggle at their silly joke of Ralph having a duplex in the spirits’ world because Ralph always says he will build a duplex. Two persons occupied my mind. One was Papa, he had pretended to be mourning. I do watch him from time to time, as he would mutter unheard words. He’s not concerned about Ralph’s death rather the money that he termed to have been squandered. To him, Ralph was somewhere hiding or probably spending the money. What was brought home was a mere coffin. I know Papa to be heart-hardened; he had to soften it because Ralph remains his son. You don’t speak or think bad about the dead.

My thoughts also were for the lady. I could now recall where I did meet her. I sneak away from home to visit Ralph at his hiding place in Onitsha. He lives with the lady and he told me that she’s his savior if not he would have no other option than to jump into the River Niger. Her name is Esther, though she has advanced in age. Ralph promised to marry her.

‘Hold it by its bottom’, said one of the gravediggers as they carried the coffin into the grave after the invited priest concluded a little requiem mass.

As the coffin was entering the grave, Mama loosens her grip from those that surrounded her. Her intention was to jump into the grave. What was she living for? Kudos to the gravediggers as they held her firmly.

“Who is in this compound?”, a voice called from outside. The voice resembled that of Mazi Odogwu, the village council’s chairman. I heard when Papa was talking with him on phone yester night. There was no other thing the money in the custody of Papa, though Papa had pleaded to be given time since it was just two weeks since the dismissal of his late son. No, Mazi Odogwu hates excuses. You don’t give him ‘no’ for an answer. He never came for a condolence visit, which I suspected he was told by some gossips that the village’s council money had gone to the winds.

“Mazi, you are already here?”, Papa asked as he emerged from his yam barn, where he has been since cock crow.

“Yes, I told you of my coming”, Mazi Odogwu retorted.

“Obiora, get those two plastic chairs”.

“No, No. I’m not here to sit down. Give me what I told you and let me take my leave”.

Mazi Odogwu words were hurting. He’s behaving as if he has been quarreling with Papa since ages. This man deserves some hot lashes of koboko from the police-eliza. Man inhumanity to man. I don’t blame him, Papa should carry all the blame. He went against Mama’s advice of not taking the treasure ship position rather let the village council operate their money from the bank.

“How much is your money?”, Mama asked coming out of her room.

Mazi Odogwu struggled with his words as he finally said, “Seventy thousand naira!!!” as Mama throw a handful of naira notes at his face and went back inside. He began picking up the money as he laughed hysterically. This man knows no shame. I hope Papa learns from this.

Mazi Odogwu’s was one of many more persons who always come to ask after their money Ralph had borrowed from them. Mama had spent her whole savings paying debts upon debts. I know she might have tampered with the money I did be using for my visa process. Ralph’s death has brought nothing, but anguish, bitterness, and almost famine. Thanks to Mama’s farm and Papa’s barn.

“not again!!”, I heard Papa shouting on top of his voice this early morning. I sensed anger in his voice. I rushed out to behold Esther and a man that had beards all over him. He also wore dark goggles, making him look much of an Adaka. Mama stood near the kitchen door, looking more downcast. The poor woman has done her best. Possibly, we are looking at another debt collector. I wondered what made Esther to come back after Papa had almost strangled her to death.

“Well Papa, I’m Okechukwu by name. Am not here to harm or cause more mourning to your family”, said the man in an American accent. “Ralph is a good friend of mine. We ate together while he was in Onitsha”.

His words seemed like a soothing balm. He was able tell us how Ralph helped him to secure a visa to America, but it’s quite unfortunate that he died as a result of gunfight when a group of boys attacked him because of debt. He was bitter when the news got to him and decided to come back.

“To give back as I had promised Ralph when he was alive”, Said Okechukwu as he got his hand into his pockets to produce a cheque. “I’m offering the sum of ten million naira”.

“Ten gini!?”, exclaimed Papa as he fainted.

I quickly got hold of a bucket of water for Papa’s revival. Mama on her part had her eyes tearful.

Welcome to Amadioha ministry International 1.

Please, don’t ask me who called me or why I chosed this sort of name for my church. You should understand that the world is fast becoming a global miraclous place. May be you don’t know, hardwork no more pay. You have to follow your dreams with ‘gra-grality’ and you will surely achieve alot. I shouldn’t remind you that suffernerss has been long erased from the dictionary of the common man. If you still have it, sorry! You are among men more blinded. You think, you are wealthy when you stuff enough naira notes in your back pocket and arrogantly say, ‘do you know who my father is?’. You are rich if you can afford garri and kuli kuli or kai kai and buns. Did I hear you grumble? That’s balance diet!

So in this ministry, we are trying to build world changers and potential leaders who travel far and wide. Obama can testify and Goodluck will bear witness. Here, we make HIV to be involved in accident,malaria will surely get tumor. We prophesy and call names. Don’t expect a prophecy on football, if it should be, just think of Super Eagles winning the FIFA World Cup. I should talk of plane crash? Nope, witches also fly. They should crash land.

Not my fault

Dear brethren,
I must write to tell you how am doing. It has been long since I left to this my unknown journey. You must have missed me a lot, but I miss you all more. I still recall the lovely days we share together, laughing, eating, and playing together. Everything was just normal not until the sickness came calling. My very being changed, I could not help it as I always walk on the streets talking to myself or run when no one had the thought of chasing me.
What changed me was what I cannot tell as you dreaded me like a contagious disease. Nobody wants to help or make me come back to my normal senses rather you all conspired to have me chained because you claimed am becoming a great nuisance in the society. For days, you left me hungry and thirsty under the mercies of blood sucking mosquitoes. I urinated and do the backyard business on my clothes. Come rain, come shine I was there hoping that one day I will be free and much better than I use to be. None of you remembered the good old days that I throw naira notes around and you will joyfully drench me with praises.
The hope turned sour as you all conspired again, you went, and brought the psycharitic officials to do God knows what to me. However, I gave them the best beating of their lives as I fought like a wounded lion. I broke the chains with my bare hands while the tree that had been my companion was too sorry as I uprooted it. Talk about possession, I was more than possessed. Seven different spirits waiting to unleash their anger because they hate to be chained. I was a monster because I could no see any of you as a human. I chopped ears, nose, fingers just name it. Mazi okeke must be in great pain, my teeth and fingers never pitied him. My destruction was huge as everywhere seemed like a war ground. Battered and looted. Loses were much. Cries at every corner. It was a run for safety, staying back means you don’t love yourself. Nothing could stop me not even the police that was invited, but took to their heels as they shot at me, without the bullets doing anything to me. It was as if I was being watered.
I wasn’t the one doing those things, it was the spirits. They are unhappy. They want the streets. To see the outside world and feel its breeze. I couldn’t resist due their total hold on me. Am told what to be done and where to go. Sometimes it just seems fun all the way, while other times I was too violent. Not my fault that is madness spirits.
Right now, I don’t even know where am going. They are the one leading the way. I pray and believe that one day they will lead me back into your arms. Until then, I remain your brother and friend Nonso.

God don’t answer prayers

You are a lady of forty-five years old. Your yester-years was filled wih disappointing men while they are the “mugu”, you are the “smart”. You suddenly woke up to reality, “I don pass to marry o”. Before angels’ eyes, you became holier than Gabriel did. Pastors and prayers became your exact best friends, that night vigils are attended during the mid day. Don’t worry, king Solomon will make you his first wife.

 

 

 

 

To you sitting at home and possibly singing, “Mercies of the lord, come down to your children”. Arrange your bed or mat very well and snore when you sleep. You shall dream dreams of being a manager of Shell and mingling with Obama, and then you wake up to realize rats have eaten your leftover bread. Curse your enemies and go back to sleep. Manas if not hummer jeeps will fill your room.

 

 

 

 

 

You are a guy of twenty-five years. You sag your trousers while the boxer begs to see the laundry. You looked so “baffed up” in another’s belongings while in your heart, “Abeg, make this guy no see me o before he fall my hand”. Just walk through the shadows of evil and the devil will see you in another dimension.

 

 

 

You are a prostitute and before the altar of God, you poured out your supplements. You want more customers. The ones coming do owe or you fought them with a torn bra before you are paid. Clean up those tears, “For He shall supply thee according to His riches in glory”. Just make sure you did not run out of “rain boots”.

 

 

 

 

To you armed robber, successful operations will not escape your mind. Call the man of God to bless your office. Make sure what you are having, are sticks not capable of hurting a rat. Banks will await your coming.

 

 

 

Mrs. Housewife, your husband’s bed suddenly became a playground. Lizards and cockroaches can dine there. In your heart, “My husband will never suspect”. Of course, he will never. If he does, amadioha can do a better job.

 

 

 

Oga, your secretary has kept you away from home. In her eyes, you are too good, as “idiot” becomes your name while you laugh away everything. At home, you are Mike Tyson because madam asked for ten naira to buy maggi. On Sundays, you pray for protection and love into your family.

 

 

 

Mr. Police, while you pray for promotion, twenty naira on your mind. Criminals are having a field day, “Who wan die?”

 

 

 

You are a yahoo boy. Maga must pay or if you didn’t see any, make your family and friends the victims. Tell any of them, a friend of yours left over fifteen million dollars in the bank which needed a claimant. If none don’t have the money, let them sale off their valuables.

 

 

 

Oga landlord, you always lie in wait to know when salaries are increased, then you catapult your rents. In your heart, “pay or go?”. Just get ready your lawyers and well written quit notices for any idiot that challenges you. Your children won’t travel out.

 

At the mention…..

Person wey tell me say all this big dog wey resemble lion dey fear,I no go believe. The dogs dem fear pass rat wey see executive cat wey im eye dey red like say im don visit kalakuta Republic come back. Just relax and make you find something dey water your tongue as me yarn you my tori.
I meet this girl wey her name na Jenny. The nwantiti na wetin oyibo people dey talk say na ‘miss endowed’. She get everything over, beauty, hips, lips, sexy eyes. In short, God create this particular girl when ‘Baba D’ and im angels don sleep die. To carry beta ogbenge cap wear my tori, Jenny papa na bastard billionaire. Im own money no get papa or mama.
I chyke Jenny and she gree. She help me like say tomorrow no dey. She pack love full my body, but the problem wey I dey always get with her na to come dey visit am for their house. I dey fear because im papa fit pursue me with AK47, she come give me assurance say im papa no dey sef. Even if the man dey sef, im no send. Opportunity! Where the whole matter come get k-leg, bi say Jenny no tell me say dem get dogs. No be all kain dog wey be say if you pick waterproof for ground dem go run leave their owner house. This kain dog na the type wey say if im bark, NEPA man wey wan come light go forget im ladder. The dog face go threaten witches make dem no near your compound.
On that day, I fin better suit put for body. Come take tie join am. I even wear perfume. Na so I be like say wey I wan go heaven…..

to be continued….