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In the dark, fearful but bravely walking along the quiet path all alone; when I spotted an haggard looking old woman carrying fire-woods on her head coming along from the other path of road. I was scared initially, for I dont know who she was but I decided to have compassion on her. So I ran towards her, greeted her then offered to help her with her load. She didnt even think twice before unloading her loads unto my Afro-styled hair cut head see I nearly sank from the weight impact I received on that skull of mine. Sweating profusely like a defrost iced pork meat, I began to breathe heavily just the way my muslim neighbours ram breathe when he saw the knife that was about to end its life. What have I done to myself, I dont even know where she was going, she couldnt walk at the pace I would have love her to move; I could only hope not to die like flame on the road. The woman was happy that I helped her, while in my heart I was filled with regrets. We walk for thirty more minutes when we got to a hut where she called her home, I dropped the woods with joy for at least I am free. This old woman asked that I spend my night with her and I agreed at first, but when I remembered the popular house of horror in Ibadan I diplomatically asked her to allow me leave. To show appreciation, the woman inserted her left hand into her right hand side breast; her breast is flattened like a rat rolled over by a lorry vehicle. So she brought out an amulet and offered it to me as a gift, it smelled horrible but I took it from her with a pretentious smile. She told me that whatever I wish for I should say it to the amulet and my wish shall be granted. I prostrated before her then leave from her presence. While going home, I thought of how foolish the woman would have concluded I was; she gave me a fake amulet telling me it can do anything yet she couldnt get help when she needed one I told myself. I was about throwing the amulet away before I had a second thought, I spoke to the amulet to make me disappear and re-appear in my living room. It worked, the amulet worked; for like a thunder blazing across the even sky I left the dark path and appeared like a flash of light in my own living room. Wow! This is cool I can do all things with the amulet now. I commanded that a cooked food appear before me for I was too tired to cook, it also happened. I was that easy going hardworking lover of people before I met the woman, but the moment I got the powerful amulet another spirit in me arose. I got intoxicated and was loving it. I commanded that Oladayos Pigs and Rabbits disappeared from his farm and surface at my house backyard and it happened the way Id wanted it, I converted Olumide the heavily body built friend of mine to my personal bodyguard with the help of the amulet as well. I became a terror to the society; I snatched wives with children from their husbands, I harvested peoples yams from the soil without my power, I turned the king of my town to a Tortoise and I was greatly feared by all. People didnt like me but they dare not say it to my face. Few years later while I was sleeping, a light from above shown over me and when I opened my eyes I saw that old woman appearing in the light now beautiful with a tantalising lips and a sumptuous body. I greeted her but she did not return my greetings, her face was filled with fury! And in a thunderous voice she said, why did you decide to misuse the power I gave you? I have seen your abuse on your fellow humans and now is the time for you to get punished for your inhumanity against your fellow humans. I then understood that she came not for peace but was battle ready to destroy me, so I told my amulet to convert her into a Cat... I failed, my amulet is now as useless like Ayodejis personal computer without any seasons movie in it. And as a punishment, I daily carry fire-woods from morning till late into the night without three square meal but now depend on grass to graze like Olabisis projects goat. Give man power and you will know what he is made of, ...the heart of men is desperately wicked, you cant know it.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 15:22:38 +0000

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