A TEAR IN A VEIL by Sunday Moshood. Enjoy! God Bless you all. Amen. LAGOS 7:00 AM Dayo’s face beamed a smile as he studied himself in the huge mirror inside his room. The image in the naked mirror reflects that of a happy young man cladded in a white ironed suit; knotting a tie. Even when the tie had stayed in it place, he couldn’t help but admire the image that the mirror was showing him. So it’s true that if GOD insert joy in a person’s heart, it would definitely manifest on the person’s body. So the handsomeness of a man should actually be credited to the joy in his heart. His thoughts raved back to those tough times himself and his parents passed through few years ago. He remembered how his father had to sell the family’s house to send him to university after losing his job; how his mother began hawking vegetables to support him in school. He also remembered how he started doing labor jobs whenever he’s not in the lecture room; he had engaged in labor jobs to get money for handouts to avoid the wrath of his lecturers. But despises those agonies, his parents never allow their troubles to affect the faith they had in GOD. Whenever he revealed his ordeals in campus during holiday visits, they’d comfort him with counsels from the Bible; they charged him with words like: GOD have a reason for every season. They told him not to allow these tough occurrences push him from the path of eternity. And as a good boy that was well trained in a good Christian home, he stitched his parent’s advice close to his heart. Even when his room mates began patronizing sugar mummies for huge monies, he prayed to GOD to help him not to fall into this temptation because of the monies his friends were displaying on daily basis. Whenever his room mates returned with thousands of naira after few hours with this women, an urge from a part of his mind advices him to try it- just once; but that urge never emerge again when one of the boys was used for money ritual by his sugar mummy; it never came again even after he graduated with a first class upper degree in banking and finance. GOD really blessed him after the graduation. He got a job in a bank few weeks after graduation; he was promoted that year and awarded a house in ikoyi as the most outstanding staff. When he brought his parents to the house for them to start living with him, they couldn’t do anything but go down on their knees to thank G0D. And they have been enjoying GOD ever since. The next thing he has on his agenda was: to marry a good looking woman. And the only woman who caught his attention was Miss Lara Bode-a beautiful young lady who was recently transferred from another branch in Abuja. So as he stared at himself in the mirror today, he considered himself a lucky man because he has a date with Lara that evening after work. And he thought Lara could make a good wife and……… “Son its time for morning devotion” his mother called out. Miles Away 7:15 am Thousand miles away from Lagos, a woman entered a building that resemble a shrine and sat on the little stool opposite the old herbalist that was sitting on the bare floor. She removed a photograph from her hand bag and passed it to the old herbalist. The old herbalist stared at the photograph for few seconds before putting it in front of the mirror which serves the purpose of conversing with his deities. He pulled himself up and picked a small arrow lying beside the mirror. “What is the boy’s name again?” he asked the woman. “Dayo Afolahan” the woman replied. “Are you still sure you want to do this to your only sister’s son?” the old man asked. “Yes baba, do it so both of us would be in the same level again.” She replied with a wicked grin. The old herbalist commences his job immediately; he began chanting dread incantations. When he seems to be satisfied, he rubbed the arrow with the blood of a cock he had killed earlier; and he approached the mirror with the stained arrow. But he felt something strange and odd happening which was unknown to the woman; the herbalist knew something was wrong but the woman didn’t. Anytime he tried piercing the photograph with the small arrow, it keeps bouncing back- which means the person in the photograph is still safe and sound. After demanding solutions from his deities, he faced the woman.” My daughter” he began,” we wouldn’t do this in day time; when it’s dark, we would complete it” “Okay baba” she replied. LAGOS 7:00 pm Dayo pulled the car in front of Lara’s apartment; ‘Thank you; I really enjoyed my self to the fullest“ Lara told him. He replied with a smile. ‘Why not come in and check out my apartment “she pleaded, looking straight into his face. ‘Don’t go’ a voice told him from within. “Come on, she meant no harm” another encouraged him. “Please” Lara again. He glanced at his wrist watch, and then Lara’s pleading face. “Okay, that would be fine” he ignorantly agreed. In the sitting room, Lara excused herself and came out to join him few minutes later- putting on the most transparent night gown he has ever seen. She sat very close to him on the sofa; and he felt her soft spots that got him enticed. “Stand up and leave!” That first voice warned him again. “Come on, she meant no harm” the second voice told him. Then he began getting weaker and weaker; until he put his hands on her even before she reached out for them; right there on the sofa. MILES AWAY 12 AM The old herbalist tied a red clothe round his waist. “Quickly! He is not protected!” a demon exclaimed to him. Without wasting any more time, he quickly rubbed the arrow with the blood; then he hauled it at the direction of the photograph with all his strength; this time it sank deep into it. LAGOS 12:02 AM “HEeeeeehhhhh” he screamed from his sleep. Even before his parents rushed to his room, they knew something has gone wrong somewhere. THE END
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