RESOBLADE IN THE BIBLE
CHAPTER NINE
When we got to my house I offered him food and some fresh juice drinks.
I laughed and joked about the cult thing with scar but he told me it wasn’t funny. He had tried to come out of it several times but he couldn’t. He tried as many times as possible to fake his own way out but he was caught on several occasions and so he was made to take another oath which prevents him from being ostracized. I told him no one in the cult knew I was alive so I was safe.
“ oh ! That’s what you think. That cult was founded by ancestors who were now ages gone. I told him I had killed sniper made his brother to be ostracized from the club.
“ Abeg ya Jay. You see that Cult so. You can’t feigned anything. You didn’t, that guy indeed had all of us fooled.” He kept on switching from English to Pidgin which made me understand he was serious.
“ But…, I… “
“ No you didn’t. As for his Brother sniper I already know you killed him. Besides everyone deserved to die. Especially him who had done you wrong. That cult is like a race, where overtaking is allowed. Once someone overrule you, you give way or you die fighting. Those were the only advantages”
As scar spoke I was broken. To think I wanted to stay away from them for a while and work on my own. He also Informed that the cult knew I was still alive and their waiting for my return to the cult. They’re also sent him to come get me. That’s the reason why he knew exactly where to find me. I was so shocked. Though I wasn’t scared or afraid about the whole thing, I had made myself a Life which was worth something. The street runner and the arm rubber guy had made a name for himself and it was worth it. When scar left my place, I was so confused and so much into taught. Well I told myself I was going to pray for directions from God, which I did.
The next day was a Sunday and I was equally supposed to preach on that Sunday. When I stepped into the House of God and saw that same man who was the creator of the demon in me, my heart boiled with anger and so much hatred. His presence in my Church made things very difficult for me. I wanted to deal away with the pain and anger so I decided I was going to Join the cult again. I have never hated any human being before like I did with my father. I even blamed God for bringing him into my life. He was the Genesis of my past Trauma, the reason why I became a street Child. Maybe he wanted me to make up with my father and forgive him, maybe he wanted me to reunite with my father. But I wasn’t finding it easy.
Each time I saw him my anger rises even more. I sat down one evening and thought about my life. I was broken and shattered. Parents please love and treat your Children right. Had my mum been alive, I might have worshipped God wonderfully. But I am a broken Child and I have become so deep in sin that I felt I didn’t deserve the peace I was getting now.
I ignored the Peace and went in for violence instead. I went back to the cult and Joined them the next day. Since I hadn’t informed the orphanage or anyone about my past life and the return of my memories. I let my anger took control of me and here I am.
The very first day I went back to the cult, they made me Their leader again. They said they trusted my judgement and my actions. We had about four successful operations and everything went on smoothly. I also kept on attending services and in the night I went hunting with the boys.
…………..TO BE CONTINUED…………..
