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It took some twenty minutes before Michael could speak a word to Suzan. “I have changed. I am a new man now. When I came to you earlier, it was purely for sex. Right now, I cannot tell myself if I love you. So we can’t…” Michael was saying. “I know we can’t date, but don’t snub me. Please don’t treat me like I was a plague…I love you with all my heart. I am willing to lay my life down for you. I will go wherever you want me to. Please Michael. Maybe I am going insane…I have never loved like this before,” Suzan interjected. “I wish I could say the same about myself, but I can’t. I have found purpose; my eyes are set on my dreams. Sadly, I don’t see you in those dreams…”

“I know what dreams you speak of Michael. I have seen them. You strongly feel called to reach out to the young people in the streets to save them from the destruction out there. You know the things you have done and now you feel you should step out there and save as many as you can. I have seen your dreams, and each time I saw them, I was part of them. I am in your dreams Michael. Please don’t leave me,” Suzan pleaded. Michael stood listening with his jaw hanging down in shock. “Who told you about that?” Michael managed to ask. “I belief it was the same God who gave you the dreams. I am sorry I don’t tell you the truth about Mujib,” she said, crying. “Hmm. I can’t promise you anything now, but at least we can chat once in a while,” he said heading for the door. “Thank you Micheal,” Suzan said, wiping her tears.

Three Months Later
The school was agog with celebrations; final year students had finished their final exams. Outside school there were parties everywhere. Mujib and his men were at the Coca Cola joint inside school celebrating their graduation.

Lagos, City Mall
Dekunle was sitting at a table with three ladies from a bank, discussing a business idea he needed funding for. He took a look at his watch a few times and then stood up, excusing himself. He went into the restroom and placed a call to someone in OSU, a Buccaneer. “He must have finished his exams by now. Where is he?” Dekunle asked. “Coca Cola joint,” the voice on the other end of the phone replied. “Take him down, that is my graduation gift for him. In his next life, he would learn to respect authorities,” Dekunle instructed. “Wait for the news,” the voice responded.

Dekunle dropped the call and tried to ease himself, nothing came out, he zipped up and left the restroom.

Osun State University, Coca Cola Joint
Mujib and his guys were in high spirits, drinking happily. From the left corner of the joint, nine Buccaneers armed with assault rifles, ambled toward Mujib and his men. Mujib felt his ankle burning with fervent heat. He knew what it meant. It was a sign he was in danger. He stood to his feet and looked around. He saw nine hit men coming his way. He let out a scream, pulled his gun and began to shoot. In that instance his men stood to their feet and scampered away in fear.

The nine Buccaneer hit men didn’t bother to evade his bullets, they bounced off them as they drew nearer. There was chaos all around as students ran for safety. Mujib, realizing those nine hit men were not the sort of hit men he had taken out in the past, bolted off toward the set of classrooms to his right. Then the nine hit men opened fire on him. Their bullets bounced off Mujib as much as his bounced off them. Mujib ran into one of the class rooms and leapt out through the window. He powered toward the small gate that led to a few administrative offices. He was hoping to reach the school wall in time. Sadly, for him Axe Men were taking time in rallying their own hit men. For the second time in years, Mujib prayed to God for help. The last time he prayed was when he had a vision in the hospital about Michael. In the vision he had seen Michael helping multitudes of helpless young boys and girls and a voice in a glowing cloud of light asked him, “Mujib, will you kill my servant?” At the sound of that voice, he began to cry and swore he would never harm Michael. That was the reason he asked Michael to forgive him.

He was fast enough to make it out of the administrative offices, as soon as he stepped out of the offices, heading for the wall which was in sight, he was greeted with a staccato of bullets. In spite of his voodoo, the impact of the bullets threw him to the ground, he tried to get up but it was too late, the nine hit men were already on him shooting relentlessly. The bullets were not able to harm him. In unison three of out of the nine hit men drew out machetes and began to cut him like he was a cow. Minutes later, Mujib lay dead in a thick pool of blood.

Three years Later
Michael had stuck to his resolution to pursue his dreams, and had religiously given himself to them. He was so much given to helping fellow young boys and girls on campus that he earned himself a nickname, ‘The Servant of God’. Three years after the gruesome murder of Mujib, it was time for him to graduate. He was sure he had lived his life clean and pure and expected no surprise attack. On the day of his graduation, he made out time to speak to a good number of students and persuaded them to have visions and pursue them.

Before that day he had moved his luggage to Lagos and was putting up with a student pastor. His plan was to leave the university environment that day. For some reasons he felt that was the right thing to do. “I have wronged no one, and God knows I have nothing to do with Mujib’s death,” he mumbled to himself as he entered his friend’s car. He had been having bloody nightmares and had become fixated about Mujib’s death. Somehow he felt Axe Men might think he was behind it. With his heart pounding rapidly, they drove through school and headed for the highway.

“Michael, what is it? You look scared,” his friend queried. “I am fine…okay I am a bit concerned about some things in my past. Don’t worry about it, I will be fine…can you drive faster?” he asked. “I think I can…we should, because a party is waiting for us back home,” his friend said. To keep them entertained, his friend slotted in a selection of Gospel songs. With that Micheal dozed off. He had been fasting and praying a lot and for that was very weak.

He didn’t know he had slept that long, when he opened his eyes, his friend was driving into his father’s house. They could hear music from the gate, the party hosted for him by his parents and siblings had begun in full. “How did I sleep that long?” Michael asked. “You were really tired my Michael; I could tell from the way you slept. Let’s go celebrate, we are graduates now,” his friend said. Michael yawned tiredly and stepped out of the car. His two feet had hardly touched the ground when his mother ran toward him. He saw her and stepped away from the car. “He is home! He is home! My son is home!” his mother shouted dashing toward him. When she reached him, she tried to scooped him up, but could not. Then she planted kisses all over his face. “Every day I prayed God would bring you back home safely, he has done it. Glory to God!” his mother cried.

They had hardly been home up to an hour when his friend who drove him home took his hand and led him to a corner of the house. “What is it Where are you taking me to?” Michael asked wondering what his friend was up to. He looked around and saw Chima, Lanre, Tosin and Deji smiling mischievously. They all had arrived about fifteen minutes earlier. His friend led him to the door of a guest room and said, “You have a special guest, go in.” He opened the door and pushed Michael in. Standing in the middle of the room was Suzan, smiling and glowing like the sun. “Oh my God! Suzan! What are you doing here?” “Still chasing you,” she said hugging him firmly. In spite of himself, Michael hugged her back and for a lengthy spell of time, they held each other.

Later that day, Michael gave in to his hunch and asked Suzan out again. “Since you won’t give up, I am willing to give this a second chance. Suzan, will you date me again?” he asked. “Oh yes! I will. Yes, I will date you,” she gasped, hugging him and kissing his forehead.

Today Michael and Suzan are married and have three children. They are celebrated speakers who have helped a lot of young people from street violence, criminal activities and sexual deviance. Michael’s friends Chima, Lanre Deji and Tosin followed their various dreams out of Africa to Europe and America respectively.

Six Years Later
“Mommy help! Please help!” Candy cried. Outside Felix paced around frantically. The sound of his wife crying in agony tore through his heart. “Candy please listen to the doctor and push! Please push! The baby is coming out, we can see it,” Candy’s mother encouraged her. “Is it coming?” Candy asked. “Yes, it is, baby,” her mother replied. The nurses had invited her mother to help manage Candy.

Clenching her teeth, Candy pushed with all her strength and the air was rent with the cry of a baby. It was followed by a raucous celebration by the doctor and nurses. “Candy your baby is here,” her mother said happily. “Can I see my baby?” “Yes you can. Here it is,” a nurse said holding up the baby. Candy took the baby boy as her face creased into a huge smile. “Where is my baby?” she asked. Nurses looked at her in shock. “Which baby? You are holding your baby madam,” a nurse pointed out. “No, not this little one. I mean my big baby, my husband,” Candy explained. The nurses and doctor broke into laughter as one of them went out to fetch Felix.

Written by:
Andrew Magege

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