THE STORY I NEVER TOLD I still regard that day as a fortunately - TopicsExpress

THE STORY I NEVER TOLD I still regard that day as a fortunately fateful day. The rising of the sun was not particularly spectacular, maybe because the moon was taking the glory and mandated that we spend that beautiful Friday in the dorm celebrating sallah. Well, thats how it started. I had already reluctantly yielded to the other two wise mens persuasion, which by then had lasted over two months, to escort them to Ebele Mbaukwus ministry so they can know what colour their future is painted in. I was raised to disregard such enclave and whatever it simulates but friends could be very influential, you know, and I was only escorting. We set out after breakfast through the uzo akpu, literally cassava farm path, as we used to call the back path we took whenever we sneaked out of school. I had followed that path before for another journey, and I knew how arduous the trekking would be, snaking through bush path up and down hills and across two streams. That was the risk we took as big boys who defied school rules. So the journey after about two hours brought us before a sneaky hut. I sat with my friends waiting for our turn to go in and confer with the seer. Hours crept during which I first wondered how in the earth I agreed to this venture, then how disappointed my parents and those teachers who esteemed me highly as a good God-fearing boy would be, and finally what this woman would reveal about my future; you cant imagine what could run in your mind at such moments! What if you shall die soon, or be miserable, or have a terminal illness? What if your future lies in the hell part of earth? What if...? What if...? So many what ifs. The first wise man came out beaming with smiles. He must have been told he has a glorious future and he is happy, but I didnt bother to ask. I was still preoccupied with what my what if shall be. Wise man II entered and minutes later came out, not as happy as the first young man. Trepidation registered my name. I wasnt confident going into the hut. By the way I forgot to tell you my friends paid my #50 consultation fee. So when I got in, the first thing the heavy woman said to me was that she could see I was literally dragged to her ministry. I shrugged. Anyone could see that from my face so her remark didnt sell as a litmus test. I was busy getting acquainted with the shrine, sorry prayer house. Ebele inherited the talent of divination from her grandmother who used to be a priestess but unlike her granny who refused to christianize her trade, she was in sync with the times. She first converted to Siemes (as we called CMS, or the Anglican church) but in order to increase her patronage, she flamboyantly displayed statues more related to the Catholic faith and claimed her ministry was nondenominational, or at best panreligious. To cut the long story short, she started to look into my future. Soon she started sweating, as if forcing some calcified excreta out of her pilesy anus. I watched, eager to know my future, be it thick or thin. At last she gave up. Boy you either dont have a future or your future is so enormous! “ she gasped. She couldnt see anything. I moped at her dumbfounded while the reality of what happened slowly dawned on me. Next! she called. I walked out. Outside, my both friends took me expecting to hear what my future shall be. But lets go was all I could mutter. Presently, my friend, wise man I who was foretold to be a medical doctor is actually one, even though he saw hell studying that course in college. I dont need to tell you how many times he repeated classes. What matters is that he is now a medical doctor though he and I are well aware being an engineer could have been the best thing for his life but the prophecy must come true come what may. Well, he hopes to get a shop at the market after youth service and become an importer / exporter. Thats all about him for now. Wise man II is a banker, sweating every day in a black suit under rain or shine doing marketing for his bank. Insofar there is a plate of something on the table, all is well. Aa for me, Im still waiting for my all-or-none future to manifest. But Im sure I have got an enormous future seeing that each new day gets better than the previous day... Who would say Ebele didnt see anything? #storiesfrommylittleskull#Thankgoditsfriday#ilovefridays