Ancestor’s warning

Progenitor’s warning

 

By the authority bestowed upon me as the arbitrator of this case, I, Ayomide Adeniyi, hereby sentence you, Afeez Omotayo, to death by electrocution for the carnage of Miss Precious. I heard the judge finish his judgment.

 

Everybody cried out in panic, and I hunched my head in shame. I can’t believe I have just tarnished my father’s name. Not only that, I have put my mom and other siblings to chagrin. I have spoiled my family’s reputation. I can see all my friends shaking their heads in sympathy. I can see my close friends, B.J and Sodiq, holding my mom tightly and stopping her from tearing apart her clothes.

 

“Court,” a woman screamed and rang the bell loudly.

 

“Order!” says another female beside her. 

 

“Fried rice and chicken,” I replied, and all eyes were drawn to me. I could guess the reason for that. I was sentenced to death by electrocution, and I was still acting crazy. Well, you couldn’t blame me. I have already made up my mind. Even before the terrible matter that led me to this position occurred, I was a jovial and crazy being. 

 

They knew me very well where I was working. Even my boss, Ore-oluwa, knew how crazy I’m. “What’s my own” is my slogan. Knowing fully well that this is my last day on earth, I decided to put aside all those bad moods, and wear my crazy dress again. 

 

I adjusted my prisoner’s dress very well and tried my best to put on a gentle man’s face. I was wearing the usual blue outfit that was specially made for prisoners, except that mine had a cat that looked like it was about to jump the fence. It was specially made for me.

 

“Mr. man, respect yourself.” One of the officers said, his voice as cold as an ice block, and he hit me on the ribs with the edge of his golden double-barrel shotgun. 

 

Is it like a train wanting to mash your ancestor’s abi? I cursed inwardly. I dare not say it out loud unless I’m ready to receive another round of beating. Why was I even afraid? I asked myself. It is not that this is the first time they have beaten me. I could recall the beating I received last night before coming to court this morning.

 

I was hung upside down like a lump of bushmeat, my head dangling left and right in the torture room like a house mouse that had just seen a fried fish. Nope, like an agama lizard that jumped from a building and nodded his head twice as he made contact with the floor. I was beaten with a baton and a horsewhip until I passed out.

 

I observed the courtroom with my gaze, and my eyes met with those of my mom. I could see the tears that were cascading out of her eyes. Without being told, I knew the final judgment had changed my life forever. It would have been better if my mom had another son. The reverse is the case for me. I am his only son.

 

 

The officer grabbed me roughly from behind and led me to the execution room. I could hear the loud wailing of my people, especially that of my mom and siblings. I used my palm to rub my face and tried my best to withhold the tear that was threatening to fall.

 

“Precious, I know you will not rest well in heaven,” I mumble under my breath, my words barely more than a whisper. May the train snarl your generation’s future. May the thunder of sango strike the remaining members of your family in Edo State. I cursed her in my heart.

 

 

“That serves you right,” a female voice reprimanded me.”Go and meet her in heaven.” I didn’t bother to raise my head before I knew what was happening. It’s Precious’s mother.

 

 

Finally, I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Only if I hadn’t met her. Perhaps, I would still be in my bakery mufti, rubbing dough and arranging work. It seems like fate has another thing in store for me. Precious, may you suffer the wrath of Amadioha. Ogun, go suck your generation’s blood. I cursed her again in my mind.

 

“You think you will go scout free after killing my daughter?” Her mom said again, followed by a different curse, which started raining on my head. Finally, I couldn’t stop the memory from replaying in my head.

 

Who is precious? Precious is a beautiful young light-skinned girl with an average height. She was the epitome of beauty, and her well-curved b**bs, hips, and backyard could make a male pay any amount to have just one night stand with her. 

 

The first time I met her was when she was going to polytechnic. Then I was doing my ND in the second semester. From there, we became good friends. The fact that we were reading the same course made us tight. Whenever she has a problem with her homework or any project, she will come to me, and I will explain to her.

 

To cut a long story short, I quit school for some reason best known to me. It’s not that my parents don’t have enough money to sponsor me. My boss could even lend me the money because he is a rich man. Just that stinginess won’t let him rest. Nonetheless, I stopped my education and decided to focus on plan B.

 

Yes! I mean plan B, which is Baker. As you see me, I’m a guy with a thousand plans. If one fails, then I will try the rest. My reason for the different plan is that I don’t trust the Nigerian government. Who will serve them, finish, and be looking for jobs all over the world? When I was busy reading, divide the X, found the Y, solve the equation, and plot the graph. My friends are out there making money and doing great things.

 

I can’t waste my time serving a corrupted and scammed country. That’s why I have different plans. It’s just that I forgot to have plan B for Precious’s case. Or should I say that my plan B failed?

 

To cut the story short, my Android phone, which contains the sim card I always use to call Precious, was stolen in my room, right under my watch, and the idiot me couldn’t stop the thief. That’s how I lost precious contact. My life has since returned to normal, and I’m doing well at my baker’s job.

 

However, everything changed a month ago when I met my precious. I was returning from work that evening and going to Olomi, where I always gossip with my friend before going to my house in Boluwaji. If I had known, I would have gone straight home.

 

That evil creature, daughter of the devil, was the one that called me. As I met her gaze, my happiness knew no bounds, and I hugged her tightly as if she was going to disappear. That’s how she told me she came to see her friend here in Ibadan, and she was searching for a job.

 

Without hesitation, the mumu helped her seek a job at Finrel pharmacy in Olomi. After everything, Precious followed me home, cooked, and stayed with me till nightfall. That’s how I knew that she didn’t have any relatives in Ibadan except her friend.

 

If I had known, I would have told her to return to her friend’s home. But the devil that has planned everything for me doesn’t allow my brain to think right. She asked me to harbor her for some time until she could come up with enough money to rent her apartment. 

 

Gladly, I granted her offer and even told her to pack all her belongings from Edo state and come live with me. Thank goodness, I was living alone and had no wife. That’s how Precious spent the night with me that day. One thing led to another, and we ended up having sex. Even though I had promised myself never to touch her, my manhood had its mind, and he went against the promise.

 

The next day, Precious returned to her city to pack her load. After two weeks, she returned as promised, but she returned with something that changed my life. She returned two weeks pregnant. That’s how I knew that my life was in ravage.

 

All my life, I had the vision of doing a legal church marriage, putting a ring in my wife’s hand, and shaming my village people. However, they have followed me and shamed me instead. I was even dreaming of naming my firstborn Ryan. It seems like Mr. Devil and Precious had another plan for me.

 

 

After she broke the news to me, I had her do another test, which brought out a positive result: she is pregnant, and I’m the father. Even though I wasn’t young nor old enough to become a father, I accepted the pregnancy and called all my family to inform them about the pregnancy. My two best friends also did me the kindness of spreading the good and bad news at the same time.

 

Little did I know that precious had another plan for me. As was my daily routine, I went to work and returned only to find her in a pool of blood. I ran to her, held her in my hand, and shook her vigorously. That’s when I saw the abortion portion on the table. 

 

“I knew you were only pranking me, and planning to run away,” she says as she takes her final breath. She said her friend told her that I was planning to run away and leave her with the pregnant. That’s why she decided to take that bold step.

 

I screamed in panic, and many people came to my aid. Without wasting time, we rushed her to the hospital, but we were late. She was long gone. Before I could think of anything, two security guards grabbed me from behind, accused me of giving her the pills, and handed me over to the police force.

 

That’s how I ended up here. Even though we spent money, hired a well-trained lawyer, and did everything we could do. Nonetheless, we couldn’t win the case. Without being told, I knew precious’s mom was a witch, and she used both money and her necromancer power to win the case. 

 

I felt something hard hit me at the back of my neck, and I was brought back to reality. The officer hit me again, and I jerked furiously.

 

Faster than my eyes could interpret, I opened my eyes. That’s when reality dawned on me. I had been dreaming since morning. I was sweating profusely while all my bedsheets and singlets were drenched in sweat. It’s like I was locked in a hot oven.

 

“Won’t you go to work?” A female voice asked beside me, and it jolted me back to reality. “This is past seven, and you should be on your way already.”

 

The voice said it again, and I slowly turned my gaze to the being beside me. Lo and behold, it was Precious’s voice. She was sitting on the bed in her short nightgown, exposing her standing brea$t and thigh. If it was under normal circumstances, manhood would have raised his head again like a jobless man.

 

However, the idiot was silent this time. He didn’t even jerk like he normally does earlier in the morning. Without being told, I knew this was indeed a warning from my antecedents. A warning that if I don’t monitor the devil that was beside me named Precious very well, she might lead me into serious trouble with her two-week pregnancy.

The End

 

I intentionally dropped this short story so I can apologize to you guys because of the error found in the previous episode of “D.O.G [the half-breed] I don’t know that the chapter is unedited.