The Preacher Son

Episode 3

Janet is a girl the age of my elder sister, she was in primary three or so, while i was an innoncent pikin still struggling to stop peeing onthe bed. So i looked up to her as an elderly person. So when my mother sent me to go and carry spoon from the kitchen i begged her to follow me.

When we got there we entered the kitchen and immediately NEPA interupted the power supply which threw the kitchen into darkness.

“Gan gan, so na so i go die with that witch wey kill Kanayo .O. Kanayo for that film” i trembled inwardly. I totally forgot about Janet.

On the other hand Janet was more scared than I but she was trying to hide it.

“Jesus!!! Mummy, mama G don catch my prick o” i screamed before i finally came back to my senses and remembered that i was together with Janet. While looking for way out of the kitchen she mistakenly grabbed my manhood thinking it was the door handle.

“Ow so na you wan kill me with high b.p ba?” i quarried.

“Sorry o na mistake i do” but amazingly her hand never left my third leg.

“But na wetin be this na” she fired a jamb question which made me fired mine back.

“Na my thingvna” i said embarrassed.

“So na only piss you dey use am do?”
“No i dey use am fetch water” i said in my mind.

“yes na piss i dey use am piss ” i finally said.
“but why e come dey different from my own
na?”

“i no know” i answered her rethorical question.

“But i fit see your own?” i innocently asked.
“ok na” she started pulling her pants in the darkness which we had grown used to.

“Uduak where the spoon i sent you to bring?” My mother’s voice brought me back to reality.
“Mummy, i dey come” i countered back.

We quickly arrange up and went out. Since then Janet and i became silent neigbours for reasons I cared not to know.

Then came the day i dreaded mostly in my entire life whenever I think of it…

September 10th 2001.

On that fateul day we were all home alone as usual with my neighbour’s children, my mom was working with first bank then, while my dad and the other missionaries went for evangelism.
We all sat down upstairs gossiping about silly kids talks.

“See as Jet Li take beat that boss for that film , he try o” Tunde, Janet younger brother commented.

“na true o see as boss fall like bag of garri inside water” i supported him.

“gboa, gboa”we heard gunshots around us.
“Allah be praised!” were the chants we were
hearing from outside.

The next minute we ran to our balcony in time to see an Assemblies of God church opposite our house going up in flames.

“Oya every body go inside” my mother’s younger siser who was staying with us commanded.

We ran in like frightened chickens. I knelt down and started praying my last prayer or so i thought.

“God abeg if na so i go die make you allow me dey for your right hand side, but God naso my dream to marry oyinbo woman go die like that? Abeg help me lord in Jesus name i pray” i got up and joined the others as we queued ourselves inside the house waiting for Mr death.
The rioters knowing that my compound belonged to a mission quickly set fire down stairs and barred the gate from outside to avoid anyone from escaping.

Luckily for us, my mother came back…