My Madam And I – Episode 42

I refused to call Amaka and also deleted her number so I won’t have to dial her number by mistake. Mum still didn’t get her solution from her prophet after two weeks. Nobody felt joy in the house. Everyone seemed to be gloomy because of my elder brother who was still in police custody. Ruth made sure I didn’t bother much. She always returned from work with 3 liters of ice cream and some barbecue. She knows how to make a man feel loved; a submissive partner in bed. She is just an ideal woman for a lucky dude. But its crazy that in all, I still loved Sandra who is married to a general. 

I went to the bathroom after a romantic sex with Ruth at her place . On my return, I saw my phone in Ruth’s hand and her countenance portrayed trouble. 
“Sandra sent you a text.” she said, handing my phone to me. 
I collected the phone from her wondering what could have been the content of the text. I opened it, and it read thus:

‘my sugar sweet Mike. Words can’t tell how much I have missed you. Sorry I haven’t called.My husband has been too childish of late. My honey pot craves for your sweet pipe

Then I stopped reading. I looked at Ruth whose eyes were clouded in tears and my heart dropped. I put the phone aside thinking of a lie to defend myself. 
“so you are still seeing Sandra, Mike? I thought you said you don’t want anything to do with her…” she said as tears dropped down her cheeks. 

I went to her reeking of guilt and tried to hold her but She pushed me away. 
“Am I not good enough for you? Why are you doing this to me Mike?” her voice shook in a suppressed sob. 

I felt helpless, but her tears hurt me so bad. Ruth has been nothing but good to me and right now I am hurting her. So, I moved closer to her again and said in a low pathetic tone, “I reconciled with her because of my brother. We need money to bail him and we can’t raise that amount of money from anywhere. Please baby, understand, it’s a sacrifice I had to…”

“Sandra is every man’s fantasy. She’s not a sacrifice!” she interrupted in a low shout. “stop these cheap lies and accept that you’re cheating on me with her.” she said, crying bitterly. 
“I’m sorry. I left Sandra because of you, I came back to her because of my brother. Please understand, she can be our only redeemer,” I said, trying to cuddle her, but she moved away from me. 

I bent in front of her, holding her hands begging for her forgiveness and for her to stop crying. Her tears tore my heart in shreds. She raised her head and looked at me, her face was covered in tears. She tried to control herself before saying, “Promise you won’t see her again. I don’t want to loose you Mike, Sandra is more than a competition for me,” she said and started crying again. I quickly held her, hugging her tight to myself. 

“I’m not going anywhere baby, you are not going to loose me to anyone and always know that you are twice more attractive than her.” with these words I started kissing her hair. She held me tight and sobbed on my bare chest. I kept reassuring her and kissing her hair. Later that day at my place, I read the rest of the text. Sandra was coming to town in a week’s time. I felt so happy inwardly but kept my cool because of what happened earlier at Ruth’s. I still felt a little guilt in me. 

My mum had told me the previous day that we were going to see the prophet who collected money from her. I knew this was going to be trouble. But I followed her all the same. We got there and a large crowd waited for him as usual. Judging by the snake-like queue, we were not even going to see the prophet next week. So, my mum took her chance by force. She went straight to the entrance of the prophet’s office while I followed behind. Two guys who were not up to the kind that could be a problem to me stopped her. 

“Madam, please wait for your turn,” one of them said, gently pushing her backwards. 
“it’s urgent. Tell your prophet that Mrs Angela is here. He knows me very well. She said, still trying to push herself in. 

I felt slightly embarrassed. I wanted to suggest we come back the next day to get a number but mum wasn’t in the mood for any rational reasoning. 
“Madam, please go back!” the second came and pushed her in a way that she almost fell. This got to me that I spontaneously pushed him in a swift reflex. He fell on a chair and both him and the chair fell on the ground. 

I went to my mum, trying to reason with her to leave and come back the next day but she started moving in to the office again ignoring me . The other guy intercepted her, blocked the entrance to the prophet’s office with his body, still resisting my mum with his hands, though cautious of my presence. The second guy stood up, came to me as though to fight. I wasn’t ready for a fight so I cautiously avoided him. Mum rushed in front of him, “you want to beat up an old lady right? Alright, go ahead! Beat!” she said, shouting and pushing the guy with her chest. I felt terribly embarrassed. People had gathered already and the place was in a frenzy. Mum wasn’t making it easy for me as she was screaming on top her voice. 

Finally, the prophet asked to meet with her when the news got to him that mum was creating a scene outside. Perhaps he did it so that my mum won’t say what he did to her, and so indirectly discouraging the new comers. 

“why is my son still in prison?” my mum asked the moment we entered the prophet’s office .
“Please have a seat.” the bulky man said, relaxed in his chair.
She hesitated a little before sitting down and I followed.
“why is my boy still in prison prophet? Please tell me! I can’t be sleeping in my comfy bed while my child rots in cell after giving you such a huge amount of money.” she said, obviously trying with all her will power to suppress venomous words.

The prophet adjusted himself, sat up to rest his hands on the table. He looked at both I and mum, smiled and said, “people of little faith. Why are you questioning God’s ways? Don’t you know that your current action may have provoked God to take back his favour?” He paused, looked at us to see if his words were sinking, then continued, “I saw God discussing with an angel last night in a vision concerning your issue. The angel has been sent already. I don’t know if the angel will carry out the job anymore because of what you just did.” He sat back in his chair looking at us with a hand stroking his long goatee. 

“you mean the angel was going to deliver the work?” mum asked, looking bewildered. 
“of course!” he said. He adjusted his seat, then continued. “now, we have to appease the angel. Moreover, it’s not even up to 20 days yet and you’re complaining. I told you 20 days fasting will be conducted for your son. My fasting group are still on the fast and you came to spoil it. The blame is on you ma,” he said and started operating his laptop. 

I felt all the drama was becoming too childish and the annoying thing was that mum was buying all the crap. So, I said in anger, “my guy! Please, tell the angel not to worry, we are no longer interested. Please return our money.” 

Mum looked at me in shock. The prophet couldn’t believe his ears, his jaw dropped as he looked at me stunned. 
“shut up boy! Mind how you talk to a man of God,” mum said, pushing me. “please sir, forgive him. He’s just a boy.” she pleaded on my behalf. 

The prophet was still looking at me with an opened mouth. As soon as mum finished begging, he got hold of himself and said, “do you want to die boy? Don’t you know you can go mad right here for insulting me?” he rose from his seat as he talked. 
“you can’t do anything!” I said, standing to meet his gaze.

“Better bring our money now before I turn this place upside down.” I threatened.

Mum, who was afraid started begging me to stop.
“woman talk to your son!” the prophet said, pointing at me.

“Does he know who I am?” he barked.
“who are you?” I asked, walking toward him. 

I was completely raged. How mum sold up things at home to gather the money this fat man is trying to fool us to collect removed a nut from my head. And when I get this way, nobody can stop me. I held the prophet on his white long caftan and pushed him to the wall. He started shouting, calling security. Mum was busy trying to pull my hands away from him but it was a wasted effort. 

The two security men outside came in. I left the prophet, picked up the chair the prophet sat on. I descended on the first guy that came to me (which was the one I pushed earlier). He moved backward in a hurry. I flung the chair at him and the chair landed on his head. Immediately, blood started pouring out. The second guy was too afraid to attack, so I turned back to the prophet who tried to run away. I held him on his neck hard, pushed him on the table. The laptop fell on one side and the books scattered.

“give us our money, now!” I yelled with my hands on his neck and his back on the table. He struggled in vain trying to get me off him by pushing my face.
“call the po…po…police!” the prophet struggled to tell the guy who was afraid to approach me. He immediately started dialing. Mum, on hearing ‘police’ started crying, begging me to stop. By now, the entrance of the office was crowded. Some able bodied guys rushed in and pulled me off the prophet. 
“tell him to give us our money, he’s a fraud, this man.” I screamed as they dragged me out of the office. Mum followed behind, crying and shouting.
“you people should leave him alone!” Mum yelled as they dragged me out of the office. 

I freed myself from their grip, quickly picked up a stone from the floor and stood ready to fight anyone who attacked first. Mum intercepted and stood in front of me yelling, “leave him alone!”. The whole place was in a complete brouhaha. Everyone shouted on top of their voices. As they were about lynching me, a gentle middle aged man stepped in to my defense. He pulled me to a side in company of two elderly men.

“what is your problem young man? Don’t you know if not for my timely intervention these men would have lynched you? Why would you be fighting a man of God, is that not madness?” the man said. 

“and you think you can fight everyone right?” one of the elderly men said. 
“would you guys allow me explain myself?” I said impatiently. 
“go ahead!” the first man said. 
I told them all that happened between the prophet and us. How we sold everything to raise the money and my brother is still in prison. 

“and you thought it wise to come and fight the prophet?” the third man said. 
“you won’t blame a child for doing what he feels is right to defend his family,” mum who had been standing behind the men said, as she surfaced and stood beside me. 
“what the child did is utterly wrong, and you know it,” the first man said in anger. 

Debate ensued between the men and mum afterwards. I just stood innocently in the middle of the fight. Suddenly, I sighted the prophet approaching from a distance, looking overly raged with four armed men in mufti. I quietly snuck into the crowd without their notice as debaters were busy shouting on top of their voices and onlookers engrossed with the fight. As soon as I was out of sight, I ran as fast as I could, out of the building till I got far away from the premises. 

While I was rushing off to catch a cab, I decided to put a call across to mum to know what was happening but she wasn’t answering. I tried severally, yet no response. Then I decided to return to the church. The minute I approached the gate of the church, I received a text message from mum just in time to warn me not to surface from wherever I am. But I wasn’t comfortable until I see what’s going on. So, I snuck into the building. The whole place was in ruckus, therefore, no one took notice of me. 

I searched all through for mum but she wasn’t anywhere in sight. I couldn’t risk going close to the main building, so I walked around the building looking into the church but she wasn’t there. I decided to call again but she wasn’t picking. So, I met a little boy and asked if he knows what happened to the lady whose son fought with the prophet. The boy told me the police men took her away. I felt really horrible hearing this. It was all my fault. 

On my way out, someone shouted, “That’s him! Thats him! Get him! Get him!”. I didn’t bother to see who; I just took to my heels. Two guys rushed to close the entrance in order to prevent my escape. I looked at my back to see some people running towards me. So, I ran towards the fence, jumped and held the top, pulled myself up, just as I was about to cross my legs over, a guy caught one of my legs and pulled it. I almost fell, but I held strong, landed the other leg hard on his face, he moved backwards, giving me the chance to jump down on the other side. 

I ran into a nearby bush and came out from the other side to the main road. I quickly flagged down a commercial cyclist, jumped on it and we were off before I sighted some of the church members surfacing from the bush.

To be continued…

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