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TALES OF THE ATLANTIC CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was quarter past eight in the morning as I stood in the ‘normal bathroom’ brushing my teeth and preparing for the mock deliverance. I didn’t have a single idea of how it was going to be, though I wanted to hurry up and be done with it.“A very quiet place…body must be stable and motionless…” I was recalling what the half-naked lady had told me while reducing the air conditioner, before sitting cross-legged on the large bed. I was lucky that my neighbours had already gone to work before I started my ‘activity.’I didn’t even want to have anything to do with them because I felt everyone should keep to himself and herself, while God kept everybody. I checked the wall clock one more time before I started, and it showed forty minutes past eight.I got prepared, became motionless and for reasons only I myself could understand, focused my gaze on the portrait which showed the goddess arm in arm with her ‘twin sister’ in an orchard, posing for a painter. They were dressed in eighteenth cen
TALES OF THE ATLANTIC CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was exactly two weeks since she had seen that vision on that fateful Thursday evening and the entire image of all she saw remained evergreen in her memory. With barely fifteen minutes left before the commencement of today’s Faith Clinic, she sat on one of the plastic chairs in the church and read her Bible.Although she prayed alone at home and sometimes in her office, she felt better and more relieved afterwards, whenever she prayed among her brethren or preferably with members of her prayer band. Suddenly, Deaconess Amadi felt a sudden chill, followed by thunder and lightning. She was surprised nobody else reacted to the sound. Maybe she was the only one who heard it. Closing her Bible, she decided to take a quick walk outside the church for fresh air when the chill enveloped her again.She quickened her steps until she was out of the gate, watching several members hurrying into the church.“You must be Deaconess Esther Amadi, the one who sees visions?”She turned sharply to her
TALES OF THE ATLANTIC CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN“I’m fed up with all these…my dear. I’m not going to that church again until this whole thing is over.” Chief Walter Amadi was surprised as he watched his wife pace the room looking frightened.“You heard your Pastor, everything is going to be fine, don’t scare yourself to death, it’s all a matter of time.”He soon gave her a bear hug which seemed to last forever, while her heartbeat soon returned to its normal rate, and thoughts of her vision and meeting with the goddess seemed distant from her mind that particular moment.It was the first meeting in October, as every initiate’s invisible double in the orb seemed to be rattled by the rage of the goddess of perfection. My invisible double believed he was the only ‘exception,’ due to the hatred I felt for her.My desire for revenge at that moment seemed to boil like volcanic larva with every passing second. Thirty minutes into the meeting, she let out a piercing scream, as her body exploded. Her body soon came back toge
TALES OF THE ATLANTIC CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sitting down on a couch in the living room, I fondled the Marine Brothers Society ring which I couldn’t pull off, on the small finger on my right hand. I’d never thought in my wildest dreams that I’ll ever be a ‘murderer,’ now I had the blood of three people on my hands. I felt bad to my marrow, while I kept looking at my katana hanging on the wall.I picked up my mobile phone and tried to call Boma, but soon thought better of it, as I stood up and begun to pace the sitting room.Moments later, images from the dream I’d had in which my late father was begging me began to race into my mind, while I pondered on the consequences of my actions the day before. There were so many families who had members in occult societies, and for some, it felt like a ‘usual’ thing to them. The man who was an initiate was sometimes known to be one by his wife, children and family members.Though not all occult societies might have devastating consequences upon the wealth of its dead members, the family me
TALES OF THE ATLANTIC CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Senator Balarabe Shittu, who represented the Central Senatorial district in Jigawa State, was the definition of a rich, powerful and highly influential Nigerian politician and individual. Having joined Marine Brothers Society nineteen years ago, his wealth and power had risen to an unbelievable level. This led many people including his enemies to give him the nickname ‘Salaudeen’.He was fifty-five years of age, dark in complexion, handsome and jovial with a smooth Hausa accent. Senator Shittu stood at five feet ten and was always clad in expensive caftans, which were strictly imported from Pakistan, Qatar, Senegal and Dubai. He had three estates in the Nation’s capital – Abuja, Kano and Ogun State. Each estate comprised of five blocks of thirty flats and a two-bedroom flat, which was separate for his personal use.Money was never his problem, as he sometimes ordered branch managers of commercial banks to his palatial mansion in Abuja in bullion vans, whenever he felt like it. Having
TALES OF THE ATLANTIC CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Senator Balarabe Shittu, who represented the Central Senatorial district in Jigawa State, was the definition of a rich, powerful and highly influential Nigerian politician and individual. Having joined Marine Brothers Society nineteen years ago, his wealth and power had risen to an unbelievable level. This led many people including his enemies to give him the nickname ‘Salaudeen’.He was fifty-five years of age, dark in complexion, handsome and jovial with a smooth Hausa accent. Senator Shittu stood at five feet ten and was always clad in expensive caftans, which were strictly imported from Pakistan, Qatar, Senegal and Dubai. He had three estates in the Nation’s capital – Abuja, Kano and Ogun State. Each estate comprised of five blocks of thirty flats and a two-bedroom flat, which was separate for his personal use.Money was never his problem, as he sometimes ordered branch managers of commercial banks to his palatial mansion in Abuja in bullion vans, whenever he felt like it. Having
TALES OF THE ATLANTIC CHAPTER NINETEEN
December 1 2012I’d known from time immemorial that an idle mind was always the devil’s workshop. On this fateful evening, I wouldn’t describe what I‘m going to narrate next as due to idleness, but rather satisfying my curiousity. I remembered my dear mother dying slowly and painfully, after she’d been (‘wrongfully’) delivered by her late husband. I’d witnessed ‘proper’ deliverances carried out and their resultant effects which were usually immediate, if such a victim wasn’t a strong Christian.But today I was going to see what happened to an initiate whose ‘time was up.’ My invisible double arrived at the Senator’s palatial residence at seven in the morning, while he was awake, healthy and with his two lawyers cross-checking something that resembled his will. My invisible double almost laughed, because the document was going to be useless after his immediate family experienced what I and Boma just experienced.My invisible double walked out through the wall, with the intention of com
TALES OF THE ATLANTIC CHAPTER TWENTY
2013Two weeks into the New Year, I began to understand the kind of person an Marine Brothers Society initiate became – heartless. It was as if upon joining Marine Brothers Society, one’s heart turned into stone and immediately lacked human feelings and sympathy. This was why when I recently drove through my late mother’s church, I knew the ‘battle’ was gradually intensifying. Apart from that, I had to get all the spiritual power and protection I could muster.The look on the face of Timothy’s invisible double, the day he delivered the pretty lady near Casablanca, was one devoid of pity as he proceeded to deliver the poor lady who had no idea of what was going to befall her. The Timothy I’d known in the past, though a chronic womaniser would never hurt a fly, and always abhorred every form of violence.Somehow, I knew the presence of a Holy Bible inside my ‘Marine Brothers Society mansion’ was totally prohibited as an Marine Brothers Society initiate. I vividly remembered the painting
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