HIM, HER & I (The love Triangle) 27
PART 27
©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
I kept hearing a loud bang on my gate. I rushed out of bed to the gate and I was shocked to find police officers there…
“Madam, good morning; are you Mrs. Odi?” I nodded in the affirmative, hoping they had found Jadesola, but to my surprise, I heard…
“Ma, you are needed at the police station in respect to the attempted kidnap of Pastor John’s children…”
“Kidnap?” I suddenly went blank. “Did my cousin pull through with the plan without me paying him?” I reasoned in the split of a second.
Out of all my family members, I had a rogue of a cousin who I kept in contact with. He was fond of asking me for money which I always gave him. I had told him about Papa and how I felt he wasted my time building false hope, and how I wanted him to pay for it. I had jokingly told him to help me kidnap the girls, and if possible, abscond with them. The girls were just 2 years of age, so training them up as mine would not have been a difficult task. My cousin had charged me 10 million naira which I told him was too much for me. That was the last discussion we had over the matter. I never paid him neither did I talk about it; in fact, I stopped picking his calls after Iremide died…
“I don’t understand what you are talking about…” I said to the officers defensively…
“Madam, we have no time; get inside the car. Is anyone at home with you?” One of the officers asked.
“No…” I was taken away from the gate; I didn’t pick up my phone or anything from Odi’s house. I was driven to the police station where I met Papa and Azuka with my cousin, waiting to ensure my arrest…
“You! I took you as a sister and you decided to stab me in the back,” Azuka said…
“You are a devil sent from the pit of hell to destroy me, but thank God for grace…, you are an animal that should rot in hell,” Papa said.
I was still not sure of what happened. “I did not kidnap your kids…”
“Yes, because I have a good heart,” my cousin said… “I recorded everything we discussed in your house that day, and I went to play it back for these good people…”
“Oh my God!” Knowing who my cousin was, he had played a fast one on me. He was all about money. I knew he must have done this to get money from Papa, since I told him I wasn’t interested anymore…
My cousin played back all my conversation with him and there was nothing I could say… I was told to write a statement, which I did, and I was taken to the cell. Before being taken in, I looked straight into Papa’s eyes… “My greatest mistake in life was ever getting carried away with the possibility of a life with you… My spirituality was not based on following God; it was based on following you. Please get me out of here and I will never come close to you or your family,” I said, but Papa walked out on me…
I was given permission to call someone. The only person I could call was Mmesoma, because if I called Odi, it would have been an embarrassing story to tell. Unfortunately for me, my phone was at home… I sat in the cell, blank about what next to do with my life.
A woman was pushed into my cell in the evening. She held her Bible firmly to herself. She wore a white apparel.
“I am not a thief! Jesus…, Son of David, save me…” The woman kept pacing around the cell… “The devil will not have the last laugh over my life in Jesus name; I refuse to be imprisoned,” the woman kept shouting…
I laid on the bare cold floor with no thoughts in my head. I was just blank…
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In the middle of the night a hand tapped me… “Young lady wake up…” I heard the woman say to me…
“Yes ma…” She reminded me of my mother…
“Why have you been going opposite your direction…?”
“Opposite my direction?” I asked as it was not making sense to me.
“Your mother had dedicated you to the Lord for His service, but a strange man has been beating a drum that has been taking you to a different direction.”
“A man… I don’t understand…” I said.
“Yes; you have an uncle that calls you his wife…?” She asked…
“An uncle that calls me his wife?” I tried to remember who it was. Yes it was true; my father’s younger brother was fond of calling me his wife. It was a common tradition among the Yoruba people as a way of having favorites among children in the entire family… “Yes! My father’s younger brother; it was a pet name,” I said.
“Well, it was beyond a pet name; it had been registered in the Spirit realm that he is your husband. There is nothing like careless talk. Spiritual forces do not know you are joking…”
“Ok?” I said, as I still did not know where this was heading…
“By virtue of the words that your uncle kept using to refer to you as his wife, and based on your acceptance, a covenant had been formed spiritually. Therefore, his spirit man was always repelling you from liking the right men and made you go for unavailable men…” She said, and all I could do was look at her.
“You lost a child recently?” She asked.
“It was his Spirit man that was angry at you for marrying another man.”
“Jesus!” I exclaimed as I suddenly remembered the dream of the man who was slamming the baby on the floor… “So you mean my uncle is an evil man?” I said silently.
“Not necessarily, he might have been calling you that ignorantly, but his Spirit man had accepted it, and then his Spirit man, in collaboration with wicked forces who naturally do not want good lives for human beings, worked at using that as a legal ground to frustrate you…
I kept looking at her, feeling dazed, and wondering… “Can this be true? Can the devil make one get interested in the unavailable men as a way of wasting one’s time…?”
To be continued in part twenty eight…
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