BEHIND THE FINE FACE
EPISODE 15
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At this point, I could obviously see the perplexity on Rachel’s face. Bobby felt the same way. I wouldn’t say I wasn’t, but at this particular moment, curiosity overcame confusion for me.
Having just experienced a deliverance session that I didn’t know I needed, I had a gut feeling that there was yet more shock in store.
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“Rachael! He has been the root of your issue the entire time,” Prophet U.C. Kenneth stated, gesturing in my direction.
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The entire room was silent for what seemed like forever, with obvious shock and confusion stuck on each face, besides Prophet U.C. Kenneth’s.
Rachel’s mouth was agape the whole time, so much so that you could fit a watermelon inside it easily.
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The way Rachel stared at me with disbelief, confusion, and a craving for clarification splattered all over her face was hair-raising. Even though I had no idea what Prophet U.C. Kenneth had meant by what he had just dropped on us, I still couldn’t help but feel uneasy in that moment.
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Prophet U.C. Kenneth finally broke the prolonged silence with a cough, which was quickly followed by his clearing his throat to speak.
“You once went looking for assistance in a man’s hands. This specific person seemed to be extremely knowledgeable about all of your pasts. Until he wasn’t, this man appeared to be in control of the situation.” Prophet U.C. Kenneth’s eyes would close at intervals, as though trying to see a clear picture of what he was interpreting. “The first man was the sharpest of them all since, realizing the danger was imminent, he just left you to fend for yourself while pretending that everything was good and all you needed to do was go wait for Grace to find you. Then there is the second man, a very strong man. A man who, had he not chosen the path he did, would have been a very great man of God…”
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Prophet U.C. Kenneth once more closed his eyes and mumbled a few words in an unknown language before becoming silent for a while.
Prophet U.C. Kenneth let out a long sigh, his face obviously displaying sadness.
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“This man loves you so much; he’s a relative of yours.” Prophet U.C. Kenneth pointed at me and said. “He died taking up your fights.”
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At this point, everything Uncle T had said in my dream the night before, began to ring in my ears. It all began to add up.
Prophet U.C. Kenneth had just confirmed that Uncle T didn’t die of natural causes. This was something Uncle T had hinted at previously; in my dreams.
Now more than ever, I was confused, curious, and eager to hear Prophet U.C. Kenneth hit the nail on the head at the same time.
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“How could Uncle T die fighting for me? He wasn’t really worried about me, so why would he die fighting my battles? Uncle T forewarned me about coming here and attending this appointment. I want to know, why? And for crying out loud, how have I been Rachel’s problem all along?” I thought to myself.
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I was thinking about a number of things.
I had a lot of unanswered questions that I would prefer Prophet U.C. Kenneth to answer in a single sentence; in a single breath maybe.
But if I am thinking logically, I realize that it is undoubtedly impossible.
I made the decision to exercise patience because I understood that only by doing so would I be able to achieve the crucial clarity.
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“What your relative (Uncle T) omitted from telling you was that you contributed to everything as well. It wasn’t all Rachel the whole time. Nothing is gained by the fact that you had a fresh start after divorcing her and getting married to someone else.” Prophet U.C. Kenneth said, with a shrug. “He (Uncle T) was correct in his account of Rachel’s father revealing her to the world soon after she was born, opening the door for the evil eyes and allowing that woman to have impacted Rachel’s life with her evil hands. But allow me to startle you. You also have a tale that is comparable to Rachel’s…” Prophet U.C. Kenneth said, with a lean smile, as he made to readjust his sitting position.
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“…Similar to Rachel, you were exposed soon after you were given birth to, but unlike Rachel, your exposure occurred during the excitement and visits related to having a new baby. You know, not everyone who approaches us pretending to want to join in our joy actually has that intention. Like everyone else who carried you that day, a woman; a very close relative; your mother’s immediate younger sister picked you up from your cot but did not hand you back in the same manner…”
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A pin drop in that room would be deafening.
My mouth was now wider than Rachel’s was when she was initially shocked.
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I know this woman. I am too familiar with her to have been able to buy into whatever Prophet U.C. Kenneth was spouting. She is my favorite aunt. She has always been more like a mother to me than my own mother ever was.
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“Is this even possible? Could any of these be true?”
To be continued…
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