Must Read: Brother Wale - Season 1 - Episode 3

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Must Read: Brother Wale - Season 1 - Episode 3

As I ran to towards the sitting room, something in me told me to halt, I obeyed. That same thing told me to walk and not run. Meanwhile one of my hands was inside my bush harvesting the “unwanted” weed. I caught it, crushed it and thanked my stars I did in time.

The click sound was louder and the entire house became darker as I walked towards the living room. My gracious God! I saw my spirit left me.
“now you can run” My mind commanded.
“run to where?”
“just run! Run!”

I took to my heels for seconds and stopped abruptly as I saw something that made me fell on my knees and cried.

It was a statue of someone wearing a crown and smiling.

“I dey sorry angel! I dey sorry!” I was on my knees.

“I no go ever thief meat for pot again” I confessed my sins. Stealing meat from the pot was trendy that period in my life; I thought I had mastered the art not until one night. That night I stole meat from the pot without torchlight in hand, this was what transpired the next morning:
“Seyi go and warm that soup in the pot! I think we will have to share that one piece of meat that is remaining in the pot” Brother Wale’s stingy self said.

It instantly dawned on me that I needed to see a butcher instantly.

“Wetin I go do now?” I asked myself.

As I warmed the soup, I cried deep down wishing Brother Wale would forget about the meat. Something within me told me to play this trick,that it might work; worse case scenario I will be flogged and that’s all.

The trick was that I should add a small stone to the soup – I mean a stone shaped like the piece of meat I stole.

“food is ready sir!” I announced.

“Seyi bobo! This one you are calling me sir? Is everything alright?” Brother Wale asked.

“Nothing ooh! I am just happy my birthday is around the corner” I replied.
“really! But you just celebrated your birthday last month na!”

“Ok! Its true oh!….. I am happy because of the success of my birthday, i am thanking God for it”

As we ate together, I swiftly picked the piece of meat, piece of stone rather along with my Eba and put it in my mouth.

“Where is the meat?” A knock landed on my head.

Brother Wale’s knuckles had overtime created a valley in between the two mountains my head is made up of and with time I got used to his hard knocks – they made my head thick.

“the meat?” I was mouthful.
“no the bone! My friend where is the meat?”
“I…… I……………”
“I………. What?” He beamed the torchlight on my face and of course he saw the obvious bulge.

“So you want to eat the piece of meat abi?” Yet another knock on my head, this time around I heard Rock music played in my head.

“no oh, I just wanted to help you cut it!”
“and did I tell you to help me cut it? Bring it out!”

I brought out the stone and after he confirmed it was a stone he commanded that I put it back in my mouth, chewed and swallowed.

“But brother it is a stone na!” I cried.

Still on my knees the angel was still smiling on me and I had made up my mind like Jacob in the Bible to wrestle with the angel.

“I will never lie again!” I promised. But I noticed the angel wasn’t saying anything but just smiling.

“which kin angel be this?” I asked myself, and then without thinking, I pushed the “weightless” angel and in the process I fell the way a fifteen storey building would collapse.

It was when I was on ground that I realized what I thought was an angel was actually our curtain, and the smiles on the angel’s face was a reflection the standing mirror in the sitting room made on the curtain.

Face down, blood gushed out of my mouth like I was a bank of blood withdrawing like a river.
Common sense told me to shut my mouth with my right hand since the muscles in my mouth had failed me, little did I know that Common sense was wrong.

With my mouth wide open and my right hand covering it all in the bid of obeying the injunction of Common sense I tasted something like rotten egg, then I withdrew my hand to know why my blood suddenly changed taste albeit it wasn’t tasting good ab ini