Wanted – 18

Part 18

Pastor Mrs. Johnson, Benita’s mother, was discharged from the hospital after a long stay. She had been asking about her daughter and the answer she constantly received was that she had travelled.

Pastor Mrs. Johnson said, “Benita is not yet back? And all this while, she couldn’t even call to know how I’m doing? Where in this world did she travel to? I am not getting this at all. Or is there something everyone is refusing to tell me?”

“Mum…” Richard called. “Benita shouldn’t be your worry. You just got out of the hospital after a very long time. Please relax and get well first.”

Pastor Mrs. Johnson refused. “Richard, for the love of God, where is my daughter? What is going on in this house? I remember she’s pregnant. How can a young, pregnant girl leave the house for so long and no one is worried or looking for her?”

Richard answered, “Mum, enough.”

Pastor Mrs. Johnson replied, “Don’t you say that to me.” Crying, she continued, “My only daughter is missing and you’re saying enough?”

“Mum, please just calm down.”

Pastor Mrs. Johnson said, “Shut up. Don’t tell me to calm down. Are you married? Do you have a child? Do you know what it means to lose a child twice? I lost my twins to the cold hands of death many years ago. It will never happen again. I need my daughter.”

Richard replied, “Mum, you are shouting, it is not good for your health this period.”

“Richard, I have not even started. I have not even started shouting. Bring back my daughter!” Richard started crying. Reverend Johnson walked in…

“Dad, please do something.”

“Honey…” Mrs. Johnson called, “… where is Benita?”

Reverend Johnson answered, “Emmm, honey, you just got back from the hospital. Doctor says you don’t need this at all. So please relax, Benita will soon be here.”

Pastor Mrs. Johnson replied, “Call her at least. I want to hear her voice. Let me hear her voice. Benita please I want to hear your voice. Benny, please,” she cried.

Reverend Johnson and Richard became confused. They didn’t have Benita’s contact; neither did they have that of Pastor Mrs. Ifunanya.

Pastor Mrs. Johnson started misbehaving. Richard woke up at the middle of the night to find his mum littering the whole sitting room with tissue paper.

“Mum…” Richard called out. “What are you doing?”

Pastor Mrs. Johnson answered, “I’m looking for Benita, she could be hiding in the garden.”

Richard asked, “Mum, what garden? Are you alright?”

Pastor Mrs. Johnson walked into the kitchen and brought a knife. She pointed the knife at Richard, holding it so close to his neck.

Richard shouted, “Oh my God! Oh my God!!! Mum that’s a knife you’re holding. Mum no, please no. Drop the knife. Oh God, please save me. Dad!! Dad!! Dad!!”

Reverend Johnson rushed out of his bedroom. Danladi was knocking from outside when he heard Richard screaming…
“Honey…” Reverend called. “Please put the knife down.”

Pastor Mrs. Johnson replied, “He took my daughter. I kept my daughter there. He took Benita. I will kill him.” Richard was crying.

Reverend Johnson said, “No, Jesus, my wife is going mad. Jesus my wife is losing it. Jesus, help me. No honey, the person with your daughter is in, in, in, emmmmmmm, yes her room. Her room; this way.”

He showed her to Benita’s room. He quickly locked the door immediately she entered and went downstairs.

“Richard, are you okay?”

Richard answered, “Yes dad. Where is mum?”

Reverend Johnson replied, “In Benita’s room.”

Richard asked, “And the knife? Did you leave her with the knife?”

Reverend Johnson shouted, “Oh my God!”

Richard said, “Dad, how could you?”

Suddenly, they heard her shout. She stabbed herself.

IN ABUJA

Benita could not sleep…

“What is going on? I feel something is happening somewhere but I can’t place it. Oh Lord, you who sees the unseeable, and knows the unknowable, you can search out the deepest in the deep, you who knows it all. Where ever this danger is, do what you did when Pharaoh was after your people Israel. Oh Lord, I stand in the gap against you demon of death lurking around my family. You blood sucking demon, in the name of Jesus, by the blood of Jesus, be destroyed. I bind and cast you out to the dry land in Jesus name.”

Pastor Mrs. Johnson stabbed her left arm. She was rushed back to the hospital. She needed a psychiatrist.

The next day, Pastor and Pastor Mrs. Kelvin demanded the unthinkable from Benita.

(Story copied from another source).

To be continued in part nineteen…