RISING DEEP - Episode 15

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The drive away from the street was fast. Matthew, the beans ball seller’s brother was eager to help when he saw Patricia and Sandra. They were good to look upon, curvy and sexually stimulating. He hoped he could make an impression on them by helping as much as he could. “Where exactly are we taking them to?” the driver asked. “The motor park of course,” replied Matthew. “Are we not going to take them to the station and investigate why the so called Mr. Dead was after them?” Abdul, the agent amongst them asked, sounding frustrated. “This is not even an official duty, my sister called me for help and I asked you to come along just like you have had to ask me on numerous occasions. This is purely a private matter. Please Abdul, stop sounding like you had never done this before and let me do my job. The girls are going back to Lagos and that is it,” Matthew said angrily, his words driving home how determined he was to help Patricia and Sandra.

Five minutes after that conversation, Abdul got a call and asked to be stopped. His colleagues were not happy he had to leave, but for some reasons, Patricia and Sandra were. The way he was looking at them left them with the impression that something was wrong with him. Several times he had caressed his gun and looked at his colleagues. The sisters were very happy he left them for good.


When the police van drove off, a Hyundai pulled up beside Abdul and he hopped in. Mr. Dead was the one driving the Hyundai. “Where are they taking them to?” Mr. Dead asked. “To the bus station. Matthew wants them to return to Lagos today. Something is wrong with that guy. Usually when we help girls in such situations, we ask them to pay us in kind. I was hoping to strike at such moment and bring you the girls,” Abdul explained. “Don’t bother about that Abdul, we have weakened their defense. It won’t be long before we take the girls away. Your colleague will die for his stubbornness.” “Good, that will serve him right.”

From a safe distance, the Hyundai followed them, making sure they did not take notice of the Hyundai and those inside it.

The Street
The Islamic preacher arrived with a small entourage of disciples, all of them clutching the tesbih in their hands. Solomon walked over to the preacher and welcomed him. “That naked girl standing there is a work of voodoo. We want you to remove her from her position. Mr. Dead is at it again and today we will burn down his house and send him packing from this street. The dead and the living do not live together!” Solomon barked. “Calm down Solo. What did Mr. Dead do this time?” the preacher asked. “He was trying to kidnap two girls in mama Esther’s custody. He even went as far as claiming he was uncle to those girls, when actually the girls had not seen him before nor knew him from anywhere.”

“What?! Did you just say he was trying to kidnap two young girls in broad daylight?” “Yes, he was!” Solomon replied. The preacher was visibly incensed. He asked for his bag and they handed it to him. From it he removed a small book containing koranic incantations. For some minutes he repeated them and them led his disciples toward the naked girl. As they approached her, the girl inched back toward the house giving the impression she was afraid. The street went agog at the sight of that. Young men surged forward behind the preached. Then the girl looked around in a fearful fashion at the surging, angry mob and drew further back into the house.

The preacher did not want her to escape and so he picked up his pace toward her. The girl let out a scream; an ear-piercing scream. Everyone present held their ears with two hands as the sound of her scream tore through their ears. It was then that it dawned on them that whoever the naked girl was, she was not human, at least not entirely human. But sadly it was already too late. As the preacher put his brakes on and shouted at the people to draw back, the naked girl raised the blood-stained machete in her hand and sliced it through the air. Hands, legs and heads fell off. The air was rent with screams of pain as blood fountained all around.

The preacher was on the ground looking around unbelievably at the mangled human bodies all around him. On his back was a wide gash like those from the machete cut of Fulani herdsmen. Wincing in pain, he tried to stand to his feet. Them the naked, monster, girl let out another piercing scream. When the preacher looked at her, he saw that her darkness-filled eyes had given way to a bloody shade. Her eyes literally glowed with fresh blood. With the machete raised once again, she ran into the fleeing crowd. The preacher reached for his tesbih, but that was the last thing he did before his head fell off and rolled into the nearby gutter. The screams of men and women could be heard as far as the exit of the street.

Far away from the dying mob, Esther held down her mother, pleading the blood of Jesus as they looked for cover. The naked girl was in a frenzy. She did not have to reach men to kill them. All she had to do was look in a direction and swipe her machete and people would fall dead. The slaughter ceased when a voice spoke up in her saying, “The blood bank is full, stop the slaughter.” Like a frozen image, a statue, she stood still and stared blankly into the street filled with dying men and women.

From behind her, a young man covered with blood ran with a limp toward her. In his hand was a small, blue bucket. When he got a bit closer he threw the content of the bucket on her. The naked girl swung around and raised her machete again. Just before she could lower the machete, the boy threw something at her and she exploded into flames. She ran around in no certain direction for a few minutes before she bolted into the house. The young man followed her with a rallying cry. Three more young man sprang from street corners and bolted into the house. The young man leading the charge was Solomon. Moments later, when Mr. Dead’s house began to burn, the heads of two of the young men who ran into the house were thrown out through a window. With a loud bang the house exploded with a wild, raging, fire. Solomon and a few young men dragged themselves out of the house with fire on their backs.

A woman ran toward them with a bucket of water.

The Church
The taxi drove into the church premises. Pastor Yemi and Samuel hopped out. While pastor Yemi paid the taxi driver, Samuel headed into the church. Inside the church auditorium the prayer team members were still sound asleep. Samuel was shocked to see the prayer team members snoring in sleep. With what he had seen he knew something was not right with that. Turning around, he fled from the scene. “Pastor! Pastor!” Samuel yelled. “What is it Samuel?” pastor Yemi asked, sounding concerned. “The prayer warriors are all asleep on the floor!” “What?! Asleep!!! How is that possible?!” The two of them ran into the church. From the side of the entrance door, pastor Yemi looked at the prayer warriors unbelievably. He looked at Samuel and then at the sleeping prayer warriors. “Jesus! Jesus!! Satan, I resist you in the name of Jesus!” pastor Yemi barked.

Across the street, the agent who had put the prayer warriors to sleep fell off her sitting position with a violent force. Hastily she scurried to her feet and looked around in shock wondering what happened to her. Unannounced she hit the ground again with a more brutal force and this time could not stand up. On that spot she remained writhing in excruciating pain.

Inside the church pastor Yemi was standing in the midst of the prayer warriors yelling prayers at the top of his voice. One after another the prayer warriors woke from their long slumber, wondering what was happening. Beside them, Samuel prayed along with pastor Yemi. With all his heart he prayed to God for the salvation of his soul and those of his sisters.

Pastor Yemi had no time to rebuke his prayer warriors, he only beckoned on them to join him as his prayer intensified. Back on the street, passers-by took notice of a huge snake twisting violently on the ground. It was quite some sight. The snake was almost as huge as a drum. It would raise its head and hiss loudly and then smack its head on the ground and would begin to twist again.

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Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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