Must Read: A Dream To Kill My Father - Season 1 - Episode 3

7 years ago

Must Read: A Dream To Kill My Father - Season 1 - Episode 3

A very black man that made people nicknamed him ‘black mamba’ when he was young-with an oval bald head.
“You see my son! When your father was young, he went through this world. He suffered a lot and was tortured by terrestrial powers.

It all started one day, when I got a message from his headmaster at St. Matthias boys’ that your father was always leaving class when lectures were on. He would just leave, even when a teacher was in the class and walk all the way from Lagos Island to the Bar Beach situated at the Victoria Island. He would be seen sitting at the bank of the beach, talking in derision as though he were discoursing {discussing} with a terrestrial being in the water. Though it was reported to me but I dismissed it as if it were a usual thing to see a child doing, when he doesn’t want to be in school.

Afterwards, he was admitted at the Osogbo Grammar School, Osun State. The principal of the school being a typical Yoruba man who was inclined spiritually-called my attention to it again; that your father always left class whenever lectures were on. A week or more, he wouldn’t be seen. It was then he told me I needed to look for a solution to his problems as it was more than the eyes could tell.

He was sometimes found very far from Osun; sometimes he could be found in Oyo State; sometimes in Ilorin. He would beg alms and ask people to assist him as he couldn’t figure out where he was. I became fed up until he was able to open up, a hand was always calling him out of the class and he would follow the hand to whatever location it so pleases it. He was the only who saw the hand, no one else did.

Being someone who was born into a traditionalist family, I had to run to my fathers’ people at our family house for help but all effort from them were in vain, as they couldn’t help me. I felt may be their powers all became impotent when it got to the time I needed it but other people were testifying finding solutions to their problems whenever they got to our house.

It got to a point I became fed up, when your father was always found racing to a scene where a fight was going on,-when people were racing away from there to save their lives.”
I was starting to sob uncontrollably; tears were forming in my tears-gland I couldn’t resist the tears. It was as though a pump was over-filling it, the only solution was for it to spill out of my swollen eyes.

“It was the daughter of my rival that drew my attention to a CAC church at Mushin, where I took your father to for deliverance and we were told he was under a terrestrial power and-unless we became a member of their congregation, so we could pray and fast together with the church for him, he would remain that way. It was prophesy no matter how he tried to look for a job or start up a sole venture-he would never make it in life or stay alive except he became a pastor.