Once upon a time part 29

Once upon a time part 29
©️Opeyemi Akintunde.

As soon as the Silence fell upon the camp, Rogers, Pastor Greg and the driver knew something terrifying was about to happen.

All the campers fell to their knees like they were bowing down to some kind of god.
Pastor Greg could feel the presence of a very demonic being. Something so devilish about the presence irritated him. He knew they were in for deep trouble.

"But God why is it that you have not saved me at this point? The word of God says that everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. I know I messed up but please I am calling upon your name right now. Please save me. Please I beg you Father," Pastor Greg pleaded silently to God.

He was not ready to die; There had been a lot of unfulfilled prophecies that he had heard in the past. He had been told that someday he would smile but none of the prophecies had materialized and here he was smelling death so close.

"What do we have here?" a voice roared from the distance.

The voice sent shivers down Rogers' spine. That voice was very familiar. He knew he had heard that voice somewhere but he couldn't place it. He reasoned within him about where he might have heard the voice from.

Anxiously, he peeped though the iron bar with the corner of his eyes as he was still having difficulty moving his body . He followed the gaze of the strange looking people . Though it was dark, Rogers picked sight of a red flowing regalia on a man walking towards where they were. Following him were women who were almost naked but had leaves covering their privates.

Rogers desperately wanted to scream, but he still couldn't find his voice. The last time he tried to talk, his words came out in mini syllables.

Meanwhile, the driver at that point faced Pastor Greg and said mockingly,

"Hey Man of God, you must have really offended God."

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Kemisola waited for another thirty minutes after everyone had settled into their beds before sneaking out of the room. She had insisted that Rachel, Janet and herself share a room that had two beds.

Rachel and Janet slept on one bed while she slept on the other. She wanted everyone to sleep before she went out to do what she had to do.

What did she have to do?

Harry thought he was smart. But if only he knew how street wise she was.

"He expected me to come to Cotonou with him without any form of safety measure in mind?" Kemisola laughed within herself as she pondered on it.

If only he knew who Kemisola was.

Her plan was to go to a nearby police station, report their entrance into the town and tell them exactly what they came to town to do. She knew she would have to bribe her way, since she was an illegal immigrant. She would pay for a police officer to go with them to the priest's place so that there won't be any hanky-panky.

She knew that someone like Harry could connive with the priest and have her killed.

Never!
She wasn't going to let that happen.

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Harry laid in his own bed.

Somewhere in the corner of his heart he was beginning to find this woman, Kemisola intriguing. She was smart but she definitely must have some evil powers to her, to have lost two husbands.

"Well, for someone this street-wise, apparently she must have done some terrible things that might have led to the death of her husbands." Harry concluded

"Harry, get some sense o. No dey try to dey fall for this kain woman o, or else na you go be the next person to die," ( Henry, get a grip on yourself, don't fall for this woman, so you don't turn out to be the next dead person.) He cautioned himself.

"Face wetin you kan do for Cotonou, do the ritual and become successful," ( Face what you came to Cotonou to do)...He cautioned himself once again

Sleep was begining to rest on him and the tiredness he was feeling in his body couldn't testify less of the need to sleep, but before giving in to sleep, he needed to call the Priest ASAP to give him an update on how things had gone.

He wanted to give him a heads up about Kemisola so that he could find a way to stall her from following him.

Harry picked up his phone and placed a call to the Priest. After about four rings he picked up,

"Harry, what is the meaning of this? I have waited, waited and waited but then I didn't catch any sight of you. In fact, I asked most of my clients not to come today because of you and you did not show up. You told me you were on your way and I kept waiting in vain," the priest said angrily.

"Baba, I am extremely sorry. Forgive me. Things just went out of my control."

Harry explained what had happened and how he had come with two extra baggages.

In response to his fear, the Priest laughed so hard he was almost choking. After catching his breath, he said with so much pride...

"Ohhh, that's not a problem. She wants to come and look right? Let her look!" he laughed wickedly again and then continued,

"My son you know there's a difference between looking and actually seeing. Let her come and look at the whole ritual, it doesn't mean she will understand a thing. Like I rightly pointed to you the girl is not to be killed, she is just going to be a living corpse.

In the woman's presence, I will wash the girl's head but the washing won't be to take or remove any curse from her life, but instead what I will be washing away is all her virtues. It is that water from the headwashing that you will use to take your bath and take over all her glory to yourself." The priest said confidently

"So my son there's no problem. Bring them with you, it won't be any problem at all. Let her come and look but not see and besides who knows, she might be very useful to me" he assured Harry laughing

"Ohh Baba, thank you so much. Thank you. We will be there first thing tomorrow morning. Thank you Baba. Thank you," Harry thanked him profusely.

"Harry, you are most welcomed. Don't mention. See you tomorrow," Baba said.

Harry heaved a deep sigh of relief as he ended the call.

"So her coming will not even affect anything. Thank goodness! Harry! Welcome to your world of riches" He congratulated himself as he did a jiggy dance in his heart.

To be continued

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