SON OF MAN: Strange Visit Part 1 – Tosin Ezekiel
It was 10:32 p.m. .
I just returned from a business meeting when I received this strange message that threw the whole family into an uproar. The message entered my private number, “We will be at your house at 12 am.” I shook in fear.
I don’t usually receive many calls or messages on my private line, I don’t give them out. I was still thinking about it when the second message entered, “We are nice people, we won’t harm you much if you corporate.”
Even though I had AC in my room, I was perspiring, I couldn’t enter the bathroom to shower.
My two wives were in the sitting room. It was my first wife who cooked my dinner, she was expecting me to come and eat.
I stood alone in the room, started pacing the floor, a lot of thoughts in my mind,
“Should I tell my wives or call the police.”
I walked to the sitting room where they were both sitting, two of my children were in a boarding school, two were in their sitting room upstairs watching Nickelodeon, I could hear the sound.
As I entered the sitting room, my first wife stood up, “Your food is ready,” she said. My second wife looked away and focused on the TV.
“Bimpe (I called her by her first name), come, it’s not a matter of food, there’s something to discuss.”
She hissed, “Why won’t there be something to discuss when it’s my turn today, if you don’t want to come to the room, just talk.”
She hissed again and was on her way to her room.
“Adebimpe,” I called her with a special tone.
She looked and leaned on the iron by the staircase.
“Please, come and sit, there’s an issue,” I added.
She walked down slowly.
I showed her the text, “Awon Ole ni yen,” Bimpe said as she read it.
When my second wife heard, she stood up, “Kikode,” she said.
I showed her the text too.
“Call the police, call the police!”
“Ahh”
I was about to call the police from the other phone when a call entered my private line from the same number that sends me texts.
A thick voice spoke, “Alaye, just a piece of advice for you if you want to lose your children in school, call the police.”
He didn’t wait for my response, he cut the call.
I grabbed my car key, let’s go!
“Go to where? What if they were waiting at the gate,” Bimpe said.
“See, Bimpe, I don’t have time to argue with you, (I turned to my first wife) call your children upstairs, let’s go.”
She came back with the two children, the younger one ran to me for a hug.
When Bimpe saw we were leaving here, she joined us.
But Bimpe was right, she was right.
As we approach the gate, I stepped down to open the gate, because I recently fired my gateman.
As I opened the gate, one side was opened towards the compound, I pushed the second side toward the street.
Takooo! Takoo!
There were gunshots.
I ran back, not minding the opened gate, a young man ran after me from the street.
“Come down, come down,” I shouted at my family in the car.
I turned to the young man, “I am sorry, I am sorry.”
I thought he was one of them, only to discover he was running for his life as well.
Everyone rushed out and we all ran inside the house. I locked the door behind me.
The problem now was the young man, we didn’t know him, but he was right in my sitting room to be safe. A thought came that I should chase him out, he might be one of them.
I was lost in thought…
My children were crying, my second wife, who was a Catholic ran to her room and came out with a rosary praying.
My youngest child was dizzy, she sunk into the chair and slept off after about two minutes.
For a moment, I thought of becoming a child again, but no, I was the father here and strangers were visiting my house and there was nothing I could do.
For once I remembered how I had run from God to be the next king in my village.
I remembered how I stopped going to Church because the church removed my deaconship when I married a second wife.
But I needed to marry a second wife to be the next king in my village, I had known I would be the next king and I’d spent so much on this journey. I could not afford to lose it. The tradition state that the king must have more than one wife.
We were five in the race, but two of us were prominent and nobody could say who would win the race, either I or he could win.
It was 11:45 pm.
Fifteen minutes to the visit and I didn’t know what to do.
“God have mercy on me, God help me,” I kept muttering.
At about 11:55 pm, the generator went off, we didn’t know who did it.
We were all on the floor except my last born sleeping on the chair.
We could hear footsteps approaching the room, we were as dead men on the floor.
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To be continued…..
