December 2, 2020

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Omolara’s faith Episode 28

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Omolara’s faith Episode 28

 

Lara lay-sprawling on the ground till daylight

came, she remained fixed to her position too

weak to move. She was surprised she survived

the night.

She felt her belly; the contractions on her pelvis

had stopped. Maybe her baby ls dead-she

thought.

“God forbid” she thought aloud.

She won’t go through all this troubles in vain.

With difficulty, she sat up to survey her

surroundings.

She was sitting in what looked like a small farm,

behind a house.

She held her breathe; was she back to square

one?

She saw a young boy walk out of the house to

empty his bowels. She shuffled behind some

cassava plants…

The shuffling sound got the boy’s attention, he

looked around, walked towards the farm.

“Who be you?” he asked angrily.

Lara kept her eyes fastened on his, too scared

to speak.

“I say who you be?” he asked again.

Lara kept mute,what would she tell him.

Her abdomen contracted painfully, she let out a

shrill

The boy looked scared. He ran towards the

house.

“Maami…maami…come and see o, one woman

like that.” he shouted as he ran.

“Obirin-woman? What is she doing there? Ehn?” a

fat woman ran out of the house.

“Who be you?” she asked bending to peer at

Lara.

Lara couldn’t reply, she kept pointing at her

abdomen as she writhed in pains.

The woman got the message.

“Jide! Jide o! Go and call your father.” She

shouted at her son

“Yee! Mo ku!” Lara screamed as she battled.

“So you be yoruba?” the woman asked quitely.

“My waist! My legs…my….yeee!” Lara screamed.

She was in labour.

The woman’s husband came out, and they both

helped Lara into the house.

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Tony gazed at their mini-gardem from his

bedroom window. Another day without any news

from Lara.

He’s been having nightmares lately, everything

was filed with bad omen.

“I wonder why that girl is so ill-lucked.” he said

aloud.

He hoped to see her alive.

Some noise coming from the parlour jolted him

back to reality. Some people were quarelling.

“so after all your son did to my friend, he still

had to use her for rituals!” Deji screamed

“Useless Igbo people! Weere! Awon Olori

buruku!” Funke clapped her hands.

“Mum? What’s going on here?” Tony asked his

mother.

“These people just came in and…” Amara tried

to explain.

“Useless impotent eediot!” Deji spat at him.

“Produce my friend for me oooo!”

“What’s this chaos all about? This shouldn’t be

happening.” Tony tried to be calm.

“May Sango strike you down! Oshi! Who is

chaos? If you know what is good for you,

produce my friend o!” Deji shrilled.

“Yes o! Deji omo mi! Show this useless Igbo

people that Yoruba’s are not cool!” funke

gingered her up.

“Please, for the sake of peace, you should leave

now.” Tony said authoratively.

“Leave where? I’ll show you, I grew up in

Ajegunle! It seems you don’t know me wella, I’m

the ‘Deji toh badt’, the female version of an

agbero!” Deji demonstrated before them.

“Mum please go inside” Tony told his mother

who was shedding tears.

“You are not going anywhere o! Produce Omolara

o! Dead or alive, we want her now!” Deji ranted.

Tony felt his head spin, he was too weak to face

such trouble. To think that Lara isn’t there to

support him..

He slumped slowly to the ground.

“Tony…To…” Amara rushed to her son.

“you’ve not seen anything yet, Sango will strike

you down, one by one.” Deji clapped.

“Lets go!” she told Funke who followed her out

of the house.

“Tony, are you okay?” Amara shook him.

  1. He shook his head slowly in pains, sobbing

silently. He just hope his greatest fear won’t

surface.

 

TBC……

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