How I Became a goat episode 8

How I became a goat (A true life story)

THE FINAL EPISODE

As Mrs Gladys left my compound,my father picked up his slippers and stoned me and ran after me to leave the compound…I screamed in pains,but instead of running through the gate I ran round the compound and then eventually entered our living room because the door was open.
I ran straight to my bedroom and climbed my bed…oh ohh my sweet bed,the bed I always looked forward to sleeping on every night after my long day of Anger and Murmuring. . .

My father shouted “ this goat entered my living room” he looked for me, only to find me on my bed…and immediately he saw me the slippers on his hand fall to the ground with his mouth wide open. ”I don’t understand” why are you on my sons bed”? He asked me moving backwards…I then responded “It is me Tony,your son” but I knew he couldn’t understand my blab…but then he ran outside breathing heavily.

My father ran to Mrs Gladys and narrated what just happened,she told him she knew right from the moment she saw me that there was something about that goat. My father started weeping,he asked her what he can do because that goat might be his lost son,he must have gone to his bed to prove to me that he’s Tony my son.
She gave him a Rev father’s number,she told my father that only this man can save his son…my father took the number and dialed this Rev immediately and he came to our house after some hours, they came to the bed to meet me…I didn’t leave my bed, I was just chewing the food that kept coming up to my mouth over and over again.

As they entered my room,the Rev started pouring me anointed water..he poured me anointed water over and over again but I was not enjoying it,so I started grumbling that he should stop pouring me water…my father was busy shouting Tony Tony

Immediately I felt my body…and my eyes opened,I jumped up from the bed and saw my father pouring me a cup of water. Father why are you pouring me water kwanu? Haba…what kind of stupid sleep have you been sleeping? Since over 4 hours now,after complaining you will not eat the Yam Porridge I prepared you enter your room and started sleeping nonsense sleep since morning….
Whatttt? I screamed,father you mean?wait first? Whattt? It was all a dream? I was dreaming?? Papa I was not a goat? I didn’t turn to a goat? I was touching my body and face excitedly. What nonsense are you talking? Are you sure you don’t have Malaria this boy? Father you don’t understand,Abiola came here and I left with him to go and get a job….

Abiola? Abiola has not come here today Tony…Are you sure you are not sick?abi is hunger? Go and eat food my friend,talking nonsense…my father left me and went outside,I ran after him immediately and then gave him a warm hug.

For many years of my life I had never embraced my father,all I did was nag at him and frustrated all his efforts to make me happy….”Father I am sorry I said to him” I love you and I will never hurt you ever again from today upwards”, my father was so surprised but he embraced me back with tears in his eyes and he blessed me…He prayed for me and told me thank you for this thing you just did,I will forever cherish this morning my son. You have made me a happy man today. I went inside the kitchen to dish our delicious Yam Porridge,I praised my father’s cooking as I enjoyed my meal…I watched my father smile so much while watching me eat. From that day on,I stopped murmuring and I stopped being an Angry Bird. . .

A month later,the oil company I had applied for since almost a year now…sent me an invite for an interview. I shouted excitedly,and ran to tell my father. I got the job and the pay was maddd!! Our life changed automatically. I made sure I gave my precious father a good life,he deserved it and many more…he was indeed a good father. Earlier this year,he passed on…But I am happy and fulfilled that he died a happy man and ate the fruits of his labors.

THE END

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Written by Chika Christina
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