My Madam And I – Episode 39

I heard nothing from Sandra since she traveled and It’s about two weeks now. Even though I miss Sandra everyday, Ruth crept into my heart in a subtle way and dominated a reasonable portion. We had best of times together, she’s both submissive and a good lover but I can’t tell why I still can’t get over Sandra. 

Amaka isn’t the type that gives up easily. She conditioned my coming to see the baby whom she still insisted isn’t mine to me fucking her. Since the last time we saw, I haven’t been to her place and she on the other hand hasn’t bothered to call. 

I was watching the news one afternoon when I heard mum shouting downstairs. I rushed to know what was wrong. She told me that she just got off a call, that the caller said my elder brother has been arrested. 
“what did he do?!” I asked, trying to hold the woman who was being overly hysterical. 
“one million o! That’s what they said your brother stole,” she said, scattering her hair. 

I was paralyzed on hearing the amount involved. Even if they close the whole family account, we can’t raise half of it. I sagged on the floor ignoring my mum who was throwing her self on the floor.

“how did it happen? How sure are they that he stole it?” I said, half talking to myself. 
“my son is not a thief ooo,” she kept repeating as she wept. 

Mum and I later went to the police station to hear firsthand what happened. We were told that a client left a briefcase of money in the room my brother attended to. When the client returned, he discovered the money in his briefcase was missing. So, investigation was carried out and it was discovered that my brother was the only one who entered the room after the man left. 

My brother was brought out to us from the cell in just boxer shorts looking battered from the police’s special treatment of torture. My mum, on seeing him in that condition started another phase of jumping. After her preliminary mother reaction subsided, she finally said, “tell us the truth my son. Did you take it? If you did just tell us where the money is so we can retrieve it and pay the owner back.”

“mum, I’m disappointed. So you can’t defend me outside if someone accused me wrongly?” My brother said in a very pathetic tone. 
“it’s not that I can’t defend you. I don’t know what to think. The Allegation against you is so glaring.” mum said. 
“have I ever stolen from you before?” he asked in an angered tone. 
“I’m sorry, my son. Please tell us what happened,” mum said. 
I just stood behind them, wondering how we are going to raise the money and praying that a kind of miracle happens. 

“I went in to inspect how well the room was dressed, because the client complained about how poorly it was arranged the previous day, only for me to hear that his money was missing and I happen to be the only one that visited the room,” he said as tears clouded his eyes. 

“don’t worry my son. God will fight for us. We don’t have any means of raising that amount but God will vindicate us.” mum said hugging him and crying before the police men took him back into the cell. 

My mum went to every spiritual house she knew. There was one both of us went to, one morning, a prayer house. They asked us to get a card for an expensive price. Since we were two visiting the prophet we had to buy two cards. We were number 500 to see the ‘man of god’. After waiting forever, we were told to come back the next day. 

We returned very early the next day as number 50. After a while, it got to our turn. 
“good morning sir!” we greeted. 
“good morning, sit down.” the prophet said. 

We sat in front of the prophet who was sitting at the other end of the table. One side of the table had books pilled up to two feet, a laptop in the middle and a bookshelf by his side while a black closed window blind hung up behind him. The prophet happened to be a fat man with a large tummy. His hair was bald, he had a huge mustache and a long goatee.

“what can I do for you?” he asked while operating his laptop as though to find the solution of our problems there. 

“it’s my son. He has been accused wrongly of stealing one million naira from a client, my son has never stolen from anyone before. Please prophet, I heard you can see very well. Please tell us who committed the crime.” my mum pleaded. 
“hmm…This is somehow difficult o.” he said, looking at my mum in a weird way.

“I see two dark rats stealing from someone.” his eyes closed, acting as though in the spirit. “Hmm…Hmm…I see a white rat being eaten up. hmm…why?…what has he done?”

Then opened his eyes and shook his head, “woman, this is a difficult task. The person who implicated your son is very diabolical. He has been envious of your son. Your son is in a grave danger! We need to say very strong prayers for him.” he said, shaking his head again. 

Mum and I watched him with keen interest all the while he was in the spirit.
“what should we do prophet?” mum asked. Worried because of what the prophet said. 
He looked at his laptop, clicked on the keypad and said, “350,000!” still looking at the laptop. 
“what is the money for?!” I asked in complete disbelief. 

He looked at me, frowning his face and said, “your brother’s life is in danger and you are asking what the money is for? What can you quantify with life? Do you know how diabolic the man in question is? Do you know that he is a very strong occultist? The kind that sucks innocent blood. Can you fast for 20 days dry?” he said, looking at me. 

“who can?!” I said amusingly. 
“you see? But I have a team who can. This church is known for delivery, ask anyone who has been here. We don’t fail.” he said, focusing back on his laptop. 
“no problem sir. We are going to look for the money,” mom said. 

I turned and looked at her in anger, wondering where we are going get that kind of money from and how sure are we that this bulky man isn’t a phoney?

“you better hurry up. They have given him a few days to live.” The prophet said as mum was about leaving, still operating his laptop. 

Mum suggested selling all our properties to raise the money the prophet asked for. I was strongly against it, but my objections fell on deaf ears because the first thing she sold was the only thing that keeps me company at home. The television and DVD player. She sold my dad’s old Cherokee jeep. Still, we had 80,000 remaining. I had that amount in the bank but I refused to bring it because I hardly trust the prophet. 

I didn’t know how mum raised the remaining balance. She came back to tell me that the fasting has begun, in no distant time the culprit will confess and run mad as the prophet said. So we waited. 

Ruth made my house her main abode. She shared in our worries and ate whatsoever we managed to put together as food. She was also very supportive financially because the house was empty after my mum’s irrational donation. My mum called her my wife and she automatically started seeing Ruth as her daughter in-law. 

One day I sat thinking. I know fully well that the prophet won’t do anything concerning my brother’s case, so I felt I should talk to Amaka, perhaps agree to her request. So, I put a call across to Amaka, she asked that I should come over to discuss whatsoever I want to discuss at her place. So I got dressed and set out.

To be continued…

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