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Not Finished. Three

Updated on November 15, 2013
Life treated me unfair and nobody cared. I had only a pair of trouser and a shirt, my sandals were two different ones and two different sizes. I later got my second job as a laborer, loading and offloading food stuffs in the warehouse. The job wasn’t paying but it provided at least one square male.

I lost touch with the church and stopped believing; tell me the need of sowing a seed that doesn’t germinate.

Time passed and there were no changes in my life, the warehouse job was not what I wanted and at a time I felt like killing myself because I could not rob. I had every opportunity to become a thief, at least I knew someone who was making it big hijacking cars but that was not what I wanted, it was not that I was scared but taking someone’s thing in that fashion is not my belief.

Magnus was a trusted friend,we worked together in the warehouse, he introduced me to susu and with time we were able to put the money needed to purchase the motor bike together.

That was how I stopped working at the warehouse. I used the motor bike for commerce and was on the road day and night but just after two months, I got involved in an accident that almost took my life and paying for my treatment was like a woman in labor.

Why did he spare me if actually he was a just God as they claim?

So many people have so much while so many do not have. It took eight months for me to fully recuperate, and then the search for a new job began because the motor bike spoiled beyond repair and I could not go back to the warehouse.

Thanks to Clara, one of the nurses I met at the hospital, I got a job in a small restaurant; I pounded yam and cassava meal to make a living. My salary was small but the good thing was that working in the restaurant guaranteed three square meals.

Not long again, another calamity struck, the restaurant owner Madam cash was attacked by armed robbers and she never recovered from that robbery, no money to run the restaurant so it was shut down and once again, I became jobless and hopeless.

Just when I thought that it was over, it was just beginning.


I saw the advert and knew that the solution to my problem was there so I went in and met the Master. He has powers to see the past and predict the future, clean one from ancestral and any familiar spirit. Of course there are forces against me, he was right so I did everything to win back my luck; I slept in the cemetery for four nights, ate rotten rats and my own feces still there were no chances in my life.

“Nothing is working and nothing will work for you unless you bring a baby for sacrifice, this is the solution to your problem” said the Master

I was desperate to free myself from whatever bondage that held me but killing a baby to set myself free is not the solution, I knew it immediately he said it. He is demonic and not a spiritualist as he claimed, I don’t know how it will end but I knew that there was a big battle ahead. What have I gotten myself into?

Should I go to the police?
Should I run to the church?
Should I tell my father?
Should I just get the baby?

A lot of should I questions hit me same time and I realized that I was about to go mad. There was no one to listen to me but I remembered Clara. She was once kind to me perhaps she would understand so I went back and narrated all my predicaments to her, I told her what the Master asked me to do

Clara understood the same thing, I had gotten into the wrong crowd and needed to come out safe so she took me to her Pastor and we both narrated my ordeal to him. There was no concrete evidence in my part to arrest the Master but as much as we feared the Police Force, Inspector John Okafor was a good officer.

He wanted me safe and he wanted the Master arrested so he suggested that I played along, he promised to give me all the protection I needed, and will provide the baby as well. I went back to the Master and made it known to him that i was willing and ready to provide the baby for the sacrifice.

I went to the Master and told him that i was ready and would provide the baby so he took me into his inner chamber and showed me lots of money both foreign and local currency then he open another room and showed me what shocked me, a python crawling on hips of money.

"This whole money will be yours after the sacrifice, your life will not be same again,you have to claim your money physically and spiritually". He said to me


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    • Rossimobis profile image

      Chibuzo Melvin Mobis 4 years ago from Biafra

      Thanks for reading Eddy and for the vote as well...

    • Eiddwen profile image

      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Very interesting indeed. Voted up for sure and wishing you a great weekend.


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      Chibuzo Melvin Mobis 4 years ago from Biafra

      Thanks for coming over DreamerMeg, the next part will soon be available.

      Minnetonka T, sure he has had a tough life. Thanks for reading.

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      Linda Rogers 4 years ago from Minnesota

      Very mysterious and creative. This guy has really had a tough life.

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      DreamerMeg 4 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Interesting story. Shows how someone can feel totally at the end of their rope and unable to move on. Look forward to the next part.