The Devil Wears Okirika Final Episode by Kingsley Olanrewaju Efughi

The Devil Wears Okirika Final by Kingsley Olanrewaju Efughi

The noise died down as Dé Nwachukwu walked to the front, looking at Pà Kenneth and then studying the charred remains of his son.
Benedict was the first to speak, “Elder Bartholomew was found guilty of rape and murder and sentenced to death. Pa Kenneth on the other hand is guilty of aiding the killer.”
“Hmm, we don’t burn our people in Amaife. That is not the law of the land,” Dé Nwachukwu said with a disgusted expression.

“He was never one of us, sir. Never.” A voice shouted from the crowd.
Dé Nwachukwu looked at Dé John. He avoided Pa Kenneth’s eyes. “Dé, you allowed this happen?”
“Actually I only just arrived myself, but what can I do, the people want justice and to be honest I quite agree with them.”
Dé Nwachukwu sighed tiredly, “This is still not right. What are we going to do to Pa Kenneth now.”
“He’s going to face another trial but truth be told, I see him suffering the same fate as Bartholomew,” De’ John said solemnly.

Pa Kenneth scoffed and Dé Nwachukwu looked at him finally.
Benedict strolled to the elders, “Dé, we want to commence the trial of Pa Kenneth.”
“Who are the we? Are you now in charge of this village?” Dé Nwachukwu asked.
“Elder, it is not possible, I am a loyal indigene who is only the voice of the youth,” Benedict replied, managing to look contrite.

Dé Nwachukwu nodded, satisfied. “We will have the trial, but this time no death sentence, it would be a taboo to end the life of the oldest man in our village like that.” “But Dé,” Benedict protested.
“He’s right, we cannot afford to treat our elder in such a disgraceful manner,” Dé John agreed.
“Okay, sir, I agree, but what punishment would be suitable for him? Remember Bartholomew got away for so long because Pa Kenneth shielded him.”

There was a brief silence then Dé Nwachukwu said, “Exile, we exile the traitor permanently.”
“Okay, Sir. But the crowd may want…”
“Benedict, forget the excuses, you’re a blood thirsty young man, now call the crowd to order, whether you like it or not you’re one of us now,” Dé Nwachukwu chastised.

For the judgement of exile to stand, two of the three elders must be in support of the verdict and in this case, De’ John and De’ Nwachukwu were in total agreement.

De’ Nwachukwu cleared his throat after Benedict had riled up the crowd with more chanting. “My people, in trying times like this, what makes us strong and special is our ability to lean on each other and collectively stand for what is right no matter who is involved,” he looked at Pa Kenneth then glanced at the charred remains in the distance,

“This man, our leader, the man who comforted us when we cried but still stabbed us the minute our back was turned is guilty of aiding and abetting batholomew, that is why as your leaders dedicated to stand for truth and justice for everybody in the land of Amaife, we hereby banish Pa Kenneth from the land, total banishment from the land. Should he return, he would be killed immediately.”

The crowd began to boo and murmur. But De’ Nwachukwu was having none of it. He stood his ground and De’ John joined him and echoed, “My people, that is final. The final verdict is Exile.”
Benedict had his own band of supporters in the crowd, the youths, and they kept on booing and watching him closely as he kept on frowning and looking at the elders. But suddenly he smiled and nodded, “My people, our elders have spoken. They are blessed with wisdom, the type of wisdom we can only hope to learn from. We accept their verdict loyally.”

Immediately the general crowd began to make sounds of agreement.

He had lost everything in the blink of an eye. His boys, his reputation, his home, everything. It had been taken from him, snatched from him and there was nothing he could do. He had paid his dues, of course he had done a lot of nasty things in the past but he had still been a good leader, he had been fair and strong, showing love to his people yet they had the guts to banish him.

Him, Pa Kenneth chased away like a rabid dog. They were going to pay. He was going to make sure of it. For taking away his sons from him, burning his first son like a dog in the streets and murdering his second son and putting the blame on Bartholomew. The daughters of Amaife were never going to know peace.

That was a promise. He smiled wickedly all of a sudden and stopped to relieve himself behind the tree. He searched the ground for soldier ants and convinced that he was in a safe spot, began to urinate. The thing was, nobody knew he had another son in Amaife.

And just like Bartholomew he had groomed the boy at a young age. His son was going to remember everything one day, and when that happens.
“hahahahaha….” He laughed to himself imagining all the commotion that would be released. And he would make sure he’ll be near by, to guide and offer protection for him when it starts.
“Elder, it’s good to see you can still laugh.”

The voice jerked him out of his skin and he turned hurriedly, soiling the travelling bag he had placed beside the tree in the process.
Benedict stood few feet away. His eyes were hard and the sharp blade of his matchete glinted in the moonlight. He looked like an avenging angel, “You didn’t think I would just let you go, did you?” the butcher asked, approaching slowly the intent clear in his hard eyes.

Pa Kenneth stumbled backwards in fear, “No, no,” he tripped and fell, in his own piss. “no pleeeeaaaseee.” The last thing he saw was the blade.
The last thing he felt was the pain.
The last thing he heard was the slice.

Osi was very restless when Amara came by the hospital. His legs were itching to walk and he was feeling claustrophobic, even though the room was airy.
“Oh, Osi.” She charged at the bed and grabbed him in a bear hug.
“I’m okay. I’m fine,” he struggled to sit up and she helped him.
“Whereis everybody, the reverend?” he asked.

“They’re at the marketsquare. The Reverend conducted a service earlier and everybody in the village came.”
Osi swung his legs to the floor, but he didn’t stand up.

“The villagers are having a meeting now in the market square, that’s were the reverend is,” she touched his chest gingerly, careful not to touch the bandaged place he had been stabbed, “does it still hurt?”
“Not really. Where’s Greg? Is he there too?”
“Yes. Everyone, my father and Dé John too”
“Okay. Its needed, everyone would still be in aftershock, they need guidance and direction.”
“Yes, but one thing that made us feel better was when the reverend said you’d be opening a branch here. It made me feel better,” she looked at him directly, challenging him with the emotion in her eyes and Osi looked back, stared back boldy although he blinked alot.

After what felt like hours, he found his voice. “Yes. I won’t be going anywhere. It seems it was God’s plan all along to get rid of the fake doctrine Bartholomew was spreading and have his real messengers here.”

She smiled and he knew she knew he had purposely changed the subject. She decided to oblige him. “How about your former colleagues, the ones who followed you before, the dark lady I can’t remember her name and Ovie,” she remembered with a smile the afternoon he had accompanied Osi to her place. It felt like ages ago.

“They’re coming, probably by next week.”

“And you won’t be going back?” She asked again. 

Osi suddenly felt a burst of emotions….the reverend was right….this felt right….it couldn’t be wrong….the kind of beautiful feelings this fiery, spirited and determined lady awakened in him was too right…. He felt too alive. Deep down he knew it was real, he knew she was the one. He took her hands slowly, “Amara i’m staying”.

“I’m glad” she looked at him and his lips found hers of its own accord and their lips blended in one accord. She had the softest lips and he knew he wanted to kiss her everyday for the rest of his life.

Slowly they broke apart and he stared into her big brown eyes seeing his own reflection in them. He smiled, suddenly at peace,

“I’m glad I’m staying too”

The End

The Devil Wears Okirika Final
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In the small and peaceful town of Amaife, a psychopath begins to rape and kill young girls. Because the community is so small, the villagers cannot control their panick, knowing whoever is doing this must be someone everyone knows and knows everyone, so no one is safe. Osi, a young pastor on a revival mission comes along with his team of young ministers and experienced more deaths first hand. 

Osi is provoked into playing village detective. His youthful zeal, blended with a crush on the village hottie and an honest passion of finding jutice for the victims and closure for ther families, Osi would put his life on the line to find the devil behind the killings, but little did Osi know that the devil has plan for him too. 

Read Kingsley Olanrewaju Efughi other powerful story > Delayed Diagnosis

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