TIMI SANGANA - Episode 10

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Mrs. Igiebor could not find the will to bring herself close enough to Timi, much less tell him that she was his biological mother. She had only seen him from a distance when he was coming out of the prison. The sight of Timi’s physical condition had made her attempt to commit suicide. Timi’s condition was so shocking it almost drove her nuts. It took Agatha and some others around her to stop her from thrusting herself to an oncoming vehicle. About 6:00 pm in the evening, Mrs. Igiebor came by the hotel to see Timi. Mr. Kelvin had before then done some work by letting Timi know about the events and persons behind his pains. Surprisingly Timi bore no bitterness against his mother; he even looked forward to meeting her.

Esther could not believe it when she heard the whole story and particularly that Timi was son to the former governor of South Eastern State. When Mrs. Igiebor entered the room, all she could do was cry and ask for Timi’s forgiveness. She prostrated on the floor and asked to be forgiven; Timi told her he bore no bitterness against her and asked her to get up for a hug. When she finally got to hug Timi, she wouldn’t let go. She held him so tightly that Esther feared she might squeeze the life out of his frail body. She came close and tried pulling Mrs. Igiebor away from him, but Timi made a sign to Esther to let her be.

Earlier Mrs. Igiebor had intended to whisk Timi and Esther out of the country, but Mr. Kelvin made her rethink it, because if the curse placed on Timi through his father’s covenant with the occult world was not broken, his pain would continue no matter where he went. So they decided to go visit an Archbishop in Benin who was said to have been anointed with a great power. Timi’s mother had used her connection to set up a meeting with the bishop. While they waited to be taken down to Benin, Timi narrated to his mother, Mr. Kelvin and Esther his ordeal in the prison. They were all listening with rapt attention when a soft knock was heard on the door. Mr. Kelvin chose to get the door, but was shoved back into the room as soon as he opened the door. A man holding a double barrel gun stepped into the room and greeted them all as nice as he could. He even stooped a bit to greet Timi’s mother. He told them that his boss would like to see them, and would be very happy if they made it possible for him not to use the gun on anyone of them. Esther stood sizing the man up; she intended to wrestle the gun from him. She hoped to knock the gun away from the man with Mrs. Igiebor’s hand bag and give the others a chance to get away. She could not bear to see Timi taken back to the prison after all he had been through. She took a step to grab the handbag, but the gunman rested the barrel of his gun on her head and fired a shot. “No! Oh God no!” Timi shouted. On the floor Esther lay lifeless.

“So you killed Shetima Simon and Ogadinma Michael after you extracted information from them about your son. Honey, you have quite grown in courage,” said Mr. Igiebor. “I am not your honey! You have no clue what I will do to you if I ever get out of this place. You took my son from me while he was still covered with my blood as a baby and offered him to Satan so you could become the governor of this state. Hear me Martin Igiebor, I will kill you. I will make your life a thousand times more miserable than you made my son, your son, your own blood. I will let all our children know what you did to their brother; they will never look upon you as their father ever again. I promise you, I will kill you Martin. I curse the day I accepted to marry you beast!” Mrs. Efe Igiebor shouted at her husband the former governor.

Mr. Igiebor could not say a word to his enraged wife, Efe. He felt as though his tongue had been tied. For the first time since he offered his son as sacrifice, he came in close proximity to the horror of his action. He could hardly look upon Timi. He could not imagine that the skin and bone sitting before him was his son. He had hoped for Timi to die in the prison so he could get over the suffocating guilt that often overwhelmed his conscience. He did not imagine he would ever set his eyes again upon that child he cast away on the street. Several times Mr. Igiebor tried to say something to Timi, but words failed to come out of his mouth. After sitting for long and wallowing in guilt and sorrow, Mr. Igiebor made his decision; he left the room where his wife and the others were kept and sent for the gun man who shot at Esther.

“The girl you shot at the hotel is she dead?” Mr. Igiebor asked. “No. She is very much alive. I only scared her and the others by shooting very close to her head,” replied the gunman. “But I saw your boys dragging in a lifeless body when you arrived. Who then was that?” “The girl fainted when I fired a shot close to her head. But she is alright now, the nurse has revived her.” “Take her to the others. Maybe knowing she is alive might offer a little comfort to them.”

Mr. Igiebor would have loved to at least apologize to his son, but the look in his son’s face, his stare, it burnt a hole in his heart; it was as if a hot knife was being driven through his heart. Mr. Igiebor knelt down and prayed for the first time in many years. He asked God for forgiveness for what he had done to his son and prayed for God to save his family from the attack he knew was going to come from the occult lords for what he was about to do. When he was done praying, he got up and called in the group of boys who did his dirty jobs for him. The meeting with them was very brief; he told them there was a change of plans, informed them of the new plan and asked them to act on it immediately. When the boys left he told one of his trusted aides, Mark, to give his wife and the others everything they needed to get out of town. After he was done giving the orders, Mr. Igiebor left with some of his security aides.

By the time the aid sent to assist Mrs. Igiebor came back to them, they were all expecting the worst.  So Mrs. Igiebor tried to work on the aid to see if he would show them mercy. She knew him very well and had been of assistance to him on many occasions. “Look at me Mark, whatever my husband has told you to do to us please don’t do it. Remember how…” “Madam you have nothing to worry about. Oga has instructed me to help you with whatever you might need to get out of town,” interjected Mark. All of them in the room where shocked. They were not expecting to be shown any mercy, so when they heard what the aid said, they were all left staring at each other.

“My lords, I am here to make a plea for my son whose life I offered to you as a sacrifice many years ago. I desire him to be released from the burden of the curse which he bears. In his place, I offer my life; take my life and let him be set free. I can no longer bear to see him suffer,” said Mr. Igiebor. “You know not what you ask, Mr. Igiebor Martin. The covenant we made with you cannot be annulled in this manner. Only the death of your son can break the bond we entered into with you on that fateful day,” said one of the occult lords. Mr Igiebor had come prepared; he knew it would take much persuasion to get the occult leaders to release Timi from the burden he bore. “My lords it is not true that my son cannot be set free from the heinous curse placed upon him with another life. For some years now I have been in fellowship with many other occult groups and I know a lot more now than when I came to you many years ago. My son can be set free if you take my life.” “You asked to be helped to become the governor of South Eastern State, and that we have done for you at the price of your son’s life. We have fulfilled our own end of that bargain and even made you super rich. You must understand that your sons’ life is now ours,” said another of the occult lords with a tinge of finality in his voice.

Mr. Igiebor made a brief call to one of his boys and in a moment the wide door to the hall where they were burst open and three of the senior occult lords were dragged into the secret room, tied hands and feet and their heads covered with a black hood. The boys dropped the men on the floor, removed the hoods from their heads and pointed their guns at them and waited for a cue from Mr. Igiebor to shoot. “You waste your time threatening us with guns. Those fire sticks cannot kill men like us; you ought to know this Mr. ex-governor,” one of the occult lords pointed out.

Mr. Igiebor raised his right thumb to his boys and they opened fire at the three men on the floor. At the end of the deafening staccato of gunshots, the three occult lords on the floor were in a pool of blood. All the occult lords in the room stood to their feet in awe. “My offer is still standing take my life and let my son be set free. These men lying dead on the floor are some of your strongest men, don’t push me to go any further or I will slaughter the whole lot of you,” Mr. Igiebor threatened. “Okay, Mr. Igiebor, we will grant your wish. You know the drill, move into the circle of stars over there and make the declaration that today you give your life in exchange for your son’s,” said the occult lord who seemed to be chief amongst them. Mr. Igiebor walked over to the circle of stars on the floor.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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