RESURRECTION – Season One: Episode 4

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - young man, woman, crowd, in London before a British business consortium, oil and gas exploration in the new oil fields in Aguleri, Iranian astrologer, strange energy, fifty dollars.


Everyone turned to see who that was. A lanky, haggard looking young man, clutching a gigantic bible in his right hand, made his way to where Verah was being held on the ground. For a moment, Melinda was confused; she couldn’t tell who needed prayer more, whether the young man or Verah. She almost changed her mind about the young man praying for Verah, but there was no time to consider other options, so she let the young man be. The young man stooped close to Verah’s head and commanded with his husky baritone voice, “Thou foul spirit of insanity, I adjure you by the name of Jesus, the holy one who spoiled you in his cross, come out of this woman and enter her no more!”

In that very instance, Verah raised her head and spewed thick, slimy, mucus into his face and the crowd broke into a scornful laughter at the young man.


The very woman who had supplied a bucket of water earlier to calm Verah, a pious woman she must have been, ran and brought another bucket of water to the young man to clean his face. Melinda stood looking nonplussed and wishing she had allowed Baba Oloye to cure her friend. Willing not to let her friend die, she swallowed her pride and said, “Okay, Baba I am sorry. Anything you can, do for my friend to help her, please do.” “Can you see the problem with you little children, you don’t know anything and yet you carry yourselves about with choking arrogance; I would have helped your friend since but you wouldn’t let me. Shebi they don pray for am? Wetin come happen now? I for don comot the spirit tey tey…”

While Baba Oloye was speaking, Verah cried, “Get off me! You are breaking my hand! Simon what is it?” The crowd turned their attention to the woman on the ground. Simon and the volunteers who held her down got off her, as she stood to her feet; there was no trace of insanity in her eyes. She was confused as to why she was wet and why the crowd were staring at her and waving their hands to God in praise.

Stealthily Baba Oloye took a walk and disappeared into the crowd. Melinda went over to the young man who had prayed for Verah and tendered her apology for losing her faith in God. They exchanged phone numbers and the young man left.

Verah and her friends got in their cars and left the scene. At Melinda’s house, they reconvened. “Lanre has completely lost his mind. He can’t even remember his name and Obiorah is dead. Angelique who died some days ago is now roaming the streets alive and Verah momentarily lost her mind. Can any of you please tell me what happened in Malta six years ago? What is ‘The Riches of the Dead’ which Obiorah mentioned before he died?” asked a terrified Melinda. 

“Melinda you were in London then, running a programe with Acorn. The rest of us were in Malta holidaying. I, Lanre, Simon, Angelique, Michael and Obiorah were having a good time in that small Island nation. One day, we all except Michael, went to the beach to relax. Michael had a presentation to make that evening in London before a British business consortium on oil and gas exploration in the new oil fields in Aguleri. He was eagerly making preparations back at the hotel; you know how he worked, while the rest of us goofed off at the beach.

“All these horrors began when Angelique ran into an Iranian astrologer and palm reader on the beach.  The Iranian astrologer was able to convince Angelique that he had the power to make her become wealthier and much more successful by transferring people’s stars and destinies to her for just fifty dollars. The only rule was that Angelique must wish for the destiny of the person close to her.  According the Iranian astrologer, the ritual would only work if the person was a friend, a family member or neighbour. Angelique was eager to try it out and paid the man fifty dollars.  The Iranian astrologer performed a simple ritual with materials he took from his bag. According to Angelique she felt strange energy moving into her palms after the ritual which was performed on her both hands,” Verah explained.

“Her wish was to have Michael’s destiny. After the ritual she was so excited by the energy she felt in her palms that she called all of us to try it out. We all did it and paid the man fifty dollars each, and somehow every one of us wished to have Michael’s destiny. He was the star amongst us, the richest and the most successful. Do you still remember how we all thought he had the Midas’ touch? Secretly we all wanted to be like him. At this point we didn’t know what the ritual was called or the consequences. We just allowed Angelique to lead us on. It was after the rituals that we learnt it was called “The Riches of the Dead…” Verah continued.

“And what does that mean?” asked Melinda breathlessly. “It means that the person whose destiny you wish for will die to release his or her destiny to you,” explained Simon. “Oh my God this is rather too scary. Why didn’t the man undo the rituals after you all learnt the truth?” asked Melinda as her eyes moistened. Austin went over tom her and put his hands around her. That gesture obviously comforted her; her head was beginning to swoon by the things she heard, but that act from Austin helped her stabilize.

“We tried all we could to get the man to undo what he did, but he said there was no way to undo it,” replied Verah. “What happened to Michael afterwards?” asked Austin who had been silent all along. “Three hours after the rituals, Michael’s plane to London, land crashed just after minutes of taking off and Michael was the only person who died. Three other people had minor bruises, but Michael had no scratch on his body and yet he died,” said Simon.

“We killed him! Our greed and competition got Michael killed. We deserve what is happening to us now! Since that day, I have watched every one of us prosper tremendously. I have won multi million contracts and met people I never thought I could in my lifetime. I have things I know I didn’t get because of my effort. It is as if a force, a being, has since that they been throwing good stuffs at me and every one of us,” Verah said remorsefully.

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