REZORBLADE IN THE BIBLE
CHAPTER EIGHT
Well I was excited that it didn’t take me time to think about my life or maybe the fact that I could have been a host of the devil. I had taken up to the priest duties and I was liking it. I went to the Theological seminary and became a seminarian. I was being sponsored by the Church. After years of studying I came back home to the orphanage. I had become a priest now and my life was beginning to take shape. But I still I had a very big problem. A question mark was still on my past. I wanted to know who I was. Was I married, was I having Children? How was this going to affect me ones I discovered all this. How will my wife see me now, am I going to be penalized? I had just so many worries. I had to speak to Father Mathew who advised me to stay Calm and do as the Lord wishes. After my ordination, I was given my first ever role as a priest of a certain Church in the city.
My very first day as a priest, God decided to reveal to me my past life. After preaching, I gave a song we sang and prayed. When it was time for communion, the Christians started working up and taking it. I spotted someone within the crowd coming up for communion. At first it didn’t ring a bell but as he came forward, the face became clearer.
My memories of him began coming. Of Couse who could forget that angry face that show itself each time a mulongo weep went up sending thunder strokes on my body?. Who could forget the face that hated me so much and opened his mouth to Wish that I had died with my mother?.
Everything came back to me when I saw this man. Every step he made was sparked by a different memory and I had non of which was pleasant or good. I struggled to control myself, but it seemed like his hatred for me had strong powers. My body and Brain couldn’t support the whole thing. I collapsed and fell down to the surprise of the entire Congregation. I was rushed to my room. When I could regain consciousness, I had also regained my memory. I didn’t expect that my father’s face was going to be the one to spark my memories.
The anger I bore in me returned. The hatred for the world and even the urge to kill returned. My first target was my father.
I tried to resist it but just couldn’t resist it enough. Each time he came to Church and was about leaving I will follow him. But will turn back.
Life has yet left me at the age again. Confused and yet into bigger problems. The worst of it all was that I was in the same city that I had been running away from before being caught. Though I had a perfect cover as a priest, my past cult mates will recognize me even in a mask party. I never told anyone from the orphanage that I had regained my memories. I kept it to myself and made sure that no one found out.
As I go to church every Sunday and attended priesthood meetings, I became more and more guilty. I thought of quitting but I was scared they will catch me and lock me up. My name and identity had Changed from James to father Martins.
One evening when I was coming back from a meeting, my car got bad and I decided to take a bike home. While on the Bike, The bike man said.
“ Guy you’re really Good at this ohh. See the way you don’t switch from professional thief to Priest.” He said to my greatest shock.
“ Excuse me?” I said with my heart tripping.
“ Do you know me?.” I asked looking so shocked.
“ Yes na. How I fit forget a whole James Noh . The guy who used to slid throats without Mercy, now is here hiding as a Priest. You be the real razorblade in the Bible, I cut you caffer.”
“ Please stop this Bike right now” I charged at him.
“ Who.. How… did .. you know me?. I mean where did you know me from.”
“ Guy Chill, I be your best friend.”
was star stroked as he spoke. We stopped for a while he invited me to a bar to seat and talk but I had to turn him down. I couldn’t risk my reputation just like that. I invited him to my house instead.
He said he escaped from the house too where they wanted to catch him and since that day he’s been running away from the police. He told me of how the cult is still very much alive and the cult people were still very much involved in the killings and arm rubbery. I told him I wasn’t going to involve myself again into the cult thing, but he told me that was never how it works. Ones you were in you be there forever. The only thing that could make you a non member was being ostracized and death. Which of Course I had non.
…………..TO BE CONTINUED…………..
