The Godmother

The Godmother – Last Batch

EPISODE 37
By five a.m., he was in the guest room with the mat,
torchlight, his phone and a bottle of water. He calculated
that he would be sitting for nothing less than twenty-two
hours. Twenty-two solid hours! It was not going to be easy
but he must stay alive.
He put the mat in a way that his back would rest against
the wall. The bottle of water and other things he had
brought were all within his arm reach. He would be
switching the phone of for now, but later when it was dark,
he would be switching it on to monitor the time. He made
one last visit to the toilet and then sat on the mat.
It was his longest ever sitting position. His back ached and
he felt stiffness over his bones, but he must remain seated.
He must remain alive.
Rita was not completely rest assured by her husband. She
felt she just had to do something about his predicament,
but what could she do? Her mind hovered between going
to see her pastor and going to see the old man Aunty
Wunmi had taken her to. At the end, she decided to see the
old man. After all, he appeared to be powerful too.
She got to the old man’s house about noon.
‘Thank God, I meet you in the house,’ she said.
‘Welcome, my daughter,’ he replied. ‘Hope all is well.’
She shook her head. ‘I don’t think all is well. It’s about my
husband again.’
‘What about him? Don’t tell me he’s still saying he will go
ahead and marry the other woman?’
‘Oh, no. it’s not that. This is an entirely different problem
altogether.’ She went on to tell her the old man how her
husband had said a danger was looming over his life, but he
had taken some precaution.
‘In addition to what he’s doing, is there no way I can help
him? Is there no way you can protect him and shield him
from danger and doom?’
The old man sighed deeply. He was silent for several
moments as if he was communing with certain invisible
powers. Finally, he looked up and grinned.
‘Let us leave him with the protection he has sought. I think
at the end of the day, all will be well with him.’
‘Baba, are you sure all will be alright with him?’
The man emphatically nodded. ‘Don’t you trust me again?
All will be alright with him.’
Rita smiled and hoped the man was right. She peeled off
handsome sum of money, handed it to the man, and left the
place. The baba must be right, she told herself. He was
powerful and he must be right.
In the room where he had sequestered himself, he
intermittently dozed off and on, but his buttocks remained
on the mat. When it got dark, he remained wide awake. At a
time he switched on the phone, it was quarter past nine. He
grinned to himself. He had less than three hours more to
remain on the mat. Time ticked on. He checked the time on
the phone again. It was twenty-five minutes past eleven.
Less than an hour to go. Even as he was there, he could not
help thinking about Rita (Iye) and how his chanced meeting
with her had changed his life. In reminiscence, he realized
that he had acted so selfishly and covetously. If he had
obeyed the simple directive that he should be faithful to
his wife, all these troubles would not have arisen.
Then he wondered, what exactly would happen if Iye had
her way. The alfa had said she was waiting for him. Waiting
for him where?
Time ticked on.
When it was a couple of minutes to twelve mid-night,
everywhere suddenly became pitch dark. He became
immobile. Then, there were glints of light and he saw three
women clad in red clothes that were tied from their chest
to their knees. They were the same women he saw years
ago when he was going through his third ‘test’ with Iye.
The one in the middle spoke. She called his name three
times. ‘Get up from that mat you’re sitting on,’ she
commanded.
He did not want to answer her. He knew he was just a
minute away from life. He would have loved to ignore her,
but he could not. A force pulled him off to his feet and
away from the mat.
‘That’s good,’ the same woman spoke. ‘She’s waiting for
you. You can now be together.’
The three women disappeared while he fell into a deep
sleep.
EPISODE 38
When it was a couple of minutes to twelve mid-night,
everywhere suddenly became pitch dark. He became
immobile. Then, there were glints of light and he saw three
women clad in red clothes that were tied from their chest
to their knees. They were the same women he saw years
ago when he was going through his third ‘test’ with Iye.
The one in the middle spoke. She called his name three
times. ‘Get up from that mat you’re sitting on,’ she
commanded.
He did not want to answer her. He knew he was just a
minute away from life. He would have loved to ignore her,
but he could not. A force pulled him off to his feet and
away from the mat.
‘That’s good,’ the same woman spoke. ‘She’s waiting for
you. You can now be together.’
The three women disappeared while he fell into a deep
sleep.
Rita turned on the bed and briefly opened her eyes. She
could see that her husband had joined her on the bed. He
appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Thank God he was safe
and sound. She did not want to disturb his sleep, so she let
him be and resumed her own sleep.
Specks of day light had started appearing from the sky.
Through the window in the bedroom, it was obvious that
dawn had come and would soon pave way for day light. He
turned on the bed and opened his eyes. He instantly
became alert. Where was he? How did he get here? Who
was the lady sleeping with her back to him on the bed? But
first and foremost, how did he get here? He tapped to
rouse the lady from her sleep. When she turned to him, he
was surprised it was Iye.
‘Iye, what’s happening? How did I get here?’ There was an
apparent shock and consternation on his face.
She smiled at him. ‘You’re welcome. Welcome from your
transition.’
He jumped up from the bed. ‘No, no, no. Don’t tell me I’m
dead.’
The smile was still on her face. ‘Tope Davies is dead, but
you’re alive.’
‘No, no, no. That cannot be. I’m alive!’ he shuddered to
think that he was dead.
But… he remembered he had been sitting on the mat given
by the alfa. He had been sitting for many hours. Just when
it was a couple of minutes to midnight, or thereabout, he
had seen the mysterious three women. The middle one had
asked him – commanded him, really – to get up from the
mat.
Oh God! He was not supposed to get up from the mat. Why
did he do so, when he should have remained seated on it as
directed by the alfa?
She got up from the bed, looking as beautiful as ever, but
he had no time for beauty now.
‘This is one silly joke,’ he said. ‘Listen. We can reach an
agreement. If you want half of all my wealth, I’ll give you.
Let’s settle our rift once and for all.’
She shook her head. ‘I don’t have any rift with you. This is a
new life you’re starting. I know it may take some time for
you to adjust, but I’ll be patient.’ She smiled up at him.
‘You’ve taken up a new image now. A younger, more
handsome image, and you’ve finally come to me. We’re
together now.’
‘What image are you talking about?’
She pointed at the giant mirror in the bedroom. ‘Check
yourself out there.’
He stared at her and then turned his gaze at the mirror,
which was just few meters away. Slowly, he moved towards
it. When he saw the face projected by the mirror, he could
not help letting out a horrified exclamation.
‘This cannot be. This is not me!’
‘That’s you. That’s the new you.’
EPISODE 39
He stared at her and then turned his gaze at the mirror,
which was just few meters away. Slowly, he moved towards
it. When he saw the face projected by the mirror, he could
not help letting out a horrified exclamation.
‘This cannot be. This is not me!’
‘That’s you. That’s the new you.’
He moved away from the mirror briefly and moved to it
again. It reflected the same image he had seen.
‘This is not real,’ he said. ‘I must be hallucinating. I must be
having a bad dream, a nightmare!’
She sat down on the bed calmly. He turned to her.
‘Iye, this must be a bad dream.’
‘Sh-sh,’ she hushed him. ‘I’m not Iye again. I’m Rita.’
He opened his mouth for seconds. ‘Alright. Whether it is Iye
or Rita, it doesn’t matter. This must be a bad dream.’
She shook her head. ‘It’s not. You’re physically in my house
in Lagos.’
‘But how did I get here? I was in my guest room in Abuja,
the last time I knew.’
‘Calm down, my dear. Come and sit down.’
He gazed at her, finding everything incredible.
She smiled at him again. ‘Come on, come and sit down.’
He shook his head and sat on the bed. He could feel the
bed. His legs could feel the floor. Instinctively, he touched
her. He could feel her soft skin. Everything looked so real.
‘Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll adjust to the new life. You
have exhausted the time given to you as Tope Davies to
enjoy wealth and power. You have gone through transition,
and just as you desired when our relationsh¡p first started,
we’re together.’
‘I can’t believe it. You mean I’m … you mean Tope is dead?’
She nodded sadly. ‘Unfortunately, he is.’
‘Really?’ he stared at her.
‘Yes. It will soon be in the news.’
‘Oh, God. Oh, God. But I’m alive.’
‘Yes, but not that Tope. You can’t claim to be Tope again.
Never.’
He stood up and went to the mirror again. He shook his
head and moved his hands. The image in the mirror did
everything he did. He was perplexed.
After she had taken her bath, she returned to the bedroom
to cream her body and to dress up. It was already few
minutes after six. She was surprised he was still asleep.
Normally by now, he would be up to start preparing for the
day.
‘Darling, aren’t you getting up to start preparing for the
day?’ she asked him.
There was no response from him. After few seconds, she
moved to the side of the bed to rouse him.
‘Darling, are you going to sleep all day long?’
She tapped his shoulder. He remained still. It struck her
that something was not right. She tried to rouse him more,
but she could see that he was like a log of wood.
‘Darling, darling.’ She tapped him and shook him more. No,
no, no, something was seriously wrong.
‘Honey, wake up.’ She turned him on his back and his
deathly face remained unmoved. He was very still. At that
moment, Rita let out a scre-m.
The house maid was the first to hear her scre-m. She
rushed to the master bedroom. There, she saw her madam
holding her husband, shaking him and calling his name
amidst sobs.
EPISODE 40 (FINAL EPISODE)
‘Honey, wake up.’ She turned him on his back and his
deathly face remained unmoved. He was very still. At that
moment, Rita let out a scre-m.
The house maid was the first to hear her scre-m. She
rushed to the master bedroom. There, she saw her madam
holding her husband, shaking him and calling his name
amidst sobs.
‘I’ll like to take my bath now,’ Rita said as she moved to the
bathroom.
He only nodded. He was still dazed and was still thinking he
was in nightmare. He could hear her close the door of the
bathroom. He stood up from the bed and walked around the
large bedroom. Was all this real? She had told him it was
real, and he was beginning to fell so. He went to the
window and looked through. It was day time now and the
street was getting busy. From his view from the first floor
two-bedroom flat, every other thing looked normal, except
him.
He went to the mirror to check the new look again. It was
the face of a handsome young man of about thirty years.
Amazing! This must be a fantasy. So, Tope was no more.
But wait a minute, what if Tope was alive and this person
standing before the mirror happened to be a split
personality? What if …?
There were many other questions. He was unsettled. This
was the kind of mystery he had read in a fantasy story
years ago. How could this practically be happening to him?
He moved from the bedroom to the sitting-room. It was
the way he had known her sitting-room to be. He could
hear the horning of a bike from the adjoining street.
Everything seemed real. He returned to the bed-room.
She had finished her bath and was back in,side.
‘I’m off today, and I will not be going to work,’ she
announced.
‘You still work in that hospital?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’
She brought out a body cream and started applying it on
her body.
‘So, if I’m not Tope, who am I?’ he asked.
She smiled at him. ‘You can decide what name you want.’
He chuckled to himself. This was fantastic and fabulous.
‘But if you ask me, I will choose Dave,’ she put in.
That was not far from his surname, his former surname,
Davies.
‘Let us assume this is real, Dave is not a bad name.’
‘So, let’s settle for Dave, darling.’
He nodded.
By ten o’clock that morning, the news break finally went on
air on many radio and television stations. It was with shock
and sadness to announce the death of Tope Davies, Minister
of State for Mass Media. The young ebullient and energetic
young man died in his sleep. A post mortem examination
would be conducted to ascertain the cause of death. He was
such a lively and committed young man who wanted to do
his best for his fatherland….
Tope, now Dave, watched the news in Rita’s sitting-room
on a local television station. She was perched by his side
and held his hand. He sighed deeply, still wondering if he
was in a dreamland. So that was it. That was the end of his
wealth and power. He had achieved a lot in a short while
and suddenly, he had come to the end. This was pathetic.
He sighed.
‘You can still live with me for years,’ she was saying. ‘You
can still live for years.’
He turned to stare at her. ‘Just who are you?’ he asked.
‘You should know by now. I’m from the spirit world, and
you’re my man.’
He shook his head. Maybe he was, indeed, in a dreamland.
Maybe he would soon wake up from the slumber and come
back to reality.
Maybe.
THE END. (Thanks for reading, please don’t forget to comment by encouraging our writers.)
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