The Devil

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

” King” i whispered.

He bowed his skeletal balded head, his sunken eyes misted with tears of regret and shame.

” What brought you here?” i asked the forbidden unconstitued question. You never ask a fellow inmate what he was in for but King is or was my friend and he was on death row so i couldn’t help asking.

” It is……a long story ” his voice was weak and tired.

I nodded my head. There was nothing else to say to him.

” They didn’t ……tell me” he went on. ” The old man didn’t …..tel me I….I…would have to bring human head annually. I wanted to back…… Out but he said i would die if i do so.”

He began to sob and his frail body shook with the force of it.” I lost my wife and three kids. I killed them…..one after the other.”

I nodded again bitterly. The things men do for money is incomprehensible.

” I was caught with a human head……oh how that little girl begged me to spare her.i will be hanged tomorrow. ” like an afterthought.

I reached into his cell and took hold of his bony hands.” Let us pray. Lord Jesus i ask that you forgive your son of his sins. Father come into his heart and dwell there, from this day forward you have become his lord and saviour. Accept him into your kingdom, in Jesus name i have prayed.

” A….men” he whispered in a low voice. I gave his hand a squeezed twice and let go.

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Early the next morning, i heard King’ s cell slide up and i went on my knees to pray for him. I officially gave my life to Christ in front of other inmates when a Christian group visited us later that same week. We were all given a bible, i found solace in the word of God and i felt a burning desire in my heart to spread the lord’ s words to others. One particular day, an inmate came to me and asked me to join him in praying for his sick cell mate. The cell mate received his healing and each day they would come to me with one problem or the other.

When Ama eventually came to see me, she was surprised that i was so cheerful and asked for the secret of my happiness. I held her hands and led her to the lord. I wanted to talk to more people, i wanted the whole world to know of God’s love for mankind. Fellow inmates began to call me the ‘Counselor’. One night, in my dream i saw a bright light and a voice telling me to spread the gospel and greater things shall be added onto me.

I heard a rattle and i looked up. I was so engrossed in writing my life story and thoughts that i didn’t hear the warder’ s footsteps approaching my cell.

” Patron ( boss)” i said.

” Counselor, a woman is here to see you”.

My heart leapt with joy, is Chantelle or perhaps Ama here to see me? i love telling them about Jesus and the wonderful things he did while on earth and the wonders he is still doing. The warder opened my cell and i walked with him into the waiting room. My footsteps faltered, when i saw a strange young lady waiting for me.

” Bonjour Monsieur Kojo ” she said with an English accent.

I sat down and gave her a tiny smile. ” Bonjour Madame”.

” My name is Bibi, i am the founder of ‘ How it all began’.

‘How it all began’ is an NGO that helps the less privileged, motherless babies, we find good homes for the babies, perhaps you may have heard of our campaign ‘ Give a child a home’.”

I nodded my head and asked her to go on.

” Almost a year ago, you donated some huge amounts of money into our charity account. My committee and i wanted to appreciate you but we discovered that you were here” she said.

I smiled. I could see she was struggling to state the real reason behind her visit. She was a beautiful dark skinned lady with big eyes. Her ears were a big for her face but all these features somehow made her look beautiful. I admired her encourage and i decided to make whatever she came to say easy for her.

” I know why you are here” i smiled.

She smiled revealing perfect white teeth. She sighed in relieve. ” You know? I would like to hear your story and share it with the world.

I heard you have been writing a manuscript and you have been doing all sort of wonderful things here. Please say yes. Let me publish your story. ”

I reached for her warm soft hand which she had placed on the table in front of us. I gave it a squeeze and stood up. ” Come for the first part of the manuscript tomorrow ” . I walked out of the waiting room glad in my heart that the beautiful Bibi had summoned on courage to come see me.