PART 7
“ GHOST RUN!”
©?Opeyemi Akintunde
Days went by.
I didn’t want to believe AdeYanju was dead, so I told the members of the Mororo Church, he was indisposed.
By the fourth day after his death, he was beginning to stink terribly, despite cleaning his body every three hours and spraying our room with my strong perfume.
Members who came to the house for evening Bible Study which I had started taking were beginning to complain of the offensive smell… Few of the men asked to see AdeYanju, but I told them, he was fine and didn’t want the members seeing him the way he was.
“ Ma’am, can we at least pray with him?” Seun said
“ We can pray here without disturbing him!” I said and I could tell from Seun’s eyes that he wasn’t satisfied with my answer.
Few hours later as I was taking the Bible Study, Seun came out suddenly out of our bedroom weeping…
“ How did you get in there?” I said in fury
“ He is dead too!” Seun said to the other church members crying
“ They have killed him!” Seun said..
The church members rushed to the room and saw a swollen AdeYanju…
There was an outburst of cries and tears…
“ AdeYanju is not dead, I know he will wake up..,” I said in denial as I moved to AdeYanju’s body, his body had turned darker… Tears flowed on its own… Reality was beginning to dawn on me… I had lost AdeYanju because of Mororo…
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My parents, My In laws and few elders of our church had come to Mororo in a rush. Some of the Church elders had gone to the city to send an email to our parent church. The church had come with an ambulance to carry AdeYanju’s body…
His mother was a mess, I couldn’t bear to look her in the eye…
“ My son died without a child!” Was all my mother in law was saying…
“ At least , If he had a son, I would have had someone to look at…” AdeYanju’s mother said wailing.
My father had walked up to me as I stood lost …
“ I am sorry Adenike, I should have listened to you! Forgive me!” My father said to me… I felt his pain
“ As soon as we leave here, we will never send any other person to Mororo!” My father said
My father held me by the hand and asked me to get into his vehicle…
“ I am not going!” I said
“ What did you say?”
“ Father , they cannot take my husband and expect me to bow my head in shame … No, I want to confront them..” I said very angry as I looked around hoping the Adegbile sisters would show their faces…
My father succeeded in getting me out of Mororo…
AdeYanju was buried and I returned to my parents’ house….
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“ Please save me!” Said Sade the witch girl
“ We need you in Mororo!” A man said
“ Save us please!” A pregnant woman said crying as she labored to give birth
These were the words that haunted my sleep for weeks… I had disturbing dreams every night.
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“ I need to go back to Mororo, Father send me back there!” I said to my father during breakfast one Saturday morning…
“ What?” My father said as his hand which he used in carrying his tea cup became suspended
“ The people need someone who is ready to help them! I am ready!”
My Father did not utter a reply, instead he picked up his phone and made a call…
“ Anne, how are you? A very quick one… I will be sending Adenike to you, she needs a change of environment…” My father said as he continued speaking to his sister who was living in Dubai….
“ I am not going to Dubai, I am going to Mororo!” I said with a loud voice…
My father turned sharply and ended the call with my Aunty…
I saw him pressing another set of digits, I knew whoever he was calling was going to be a strong force to contend!
“ I need to find a way out of here!” I concluded in my heart…. “ Mororo, here I come!”
To be continued
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