everywhere,and there would also be angels attending to me. The sounds of songs of praise and worship to the God of heaven would be heard tenderly. Joy unspeakable would fill my heart and the voice of Jesus the Messiah would welcome me to eternal living. I would also get to see saints and prophets who had passed on, and the glory
of the Lord would engulf my whole being.
All those weren’t happening at the place I
happened to find myself after supposedly
passing on to the afterlife, so I kind of
began to wonder where I was.
Some would say I was in hell, since there
are only two places men go when they die;
either heaven or hell. In a situation where a
man dies and doesn’t find himself in
heaven, it is logically and spiritually
believed that he has succeeded in making
hell, where they’ll be much weeping and
gnashing of teeth for all eternity. From
what I heard about hell, it was supposed to
be blazing hot with demons in it to torment
the unfortunate ones who didn’t heed the
warning of the Messiah and his prophets to
amend their ways and prepare for the
second coming of Christ. But carefully
analyzing the place I found myself, none of
those things which are recorded in the bible
to occur in heaven or hell played out there.
It was simply a large space covered with
thick darkness. Once again I asked myself;
“WHERE THE HELL AM I?”
My feet started moving my whole body
while my eyes looked carefully to observe
any source of light it could find. I wouldn’t
want to take you through my experience in
that vicinity, but the long and short of the
matter is that it was the most uninteresting
suspense filled adventure I had ever taken
in my life. What ended that adventure was
the sound of a set of cutleries which
dropped on the floor somewhere close and
awoke me from the most unseemly slumber
I had ever had. I wasn’t dead after all, I
was only sleeping, same as Ogechi.
Ogechi had woken up and made
arrangements for food while I was still
feeling like a dead saint. The cutleries fell
on the floor mistakenly when she tried to
wake me up to join her have the meal, as
her hands were shaking out of excessive
hunger. On awakening, I saw Ogechi
devouring the food like a starving cannibal
while extending a spoon across to me with
her other hand so that I could join her to
eat. I was baffled by the way she ate that
food. It didn’t speak well of an American
based superstar millionaire singer. If a girl
I had proposed to eats like that, I would
cancel the wedding. When I saw her eating,
I remembered we had vowed not to eat until
Cynthia awoke, but there she was, eating
like a hungry village girl. What was she
supposed to do? It had been seven good
days without food and water. I quickly got
the spoon she extended to me and joined
her to eat in a manner that baffled her
more than her way of eating baffled me.
Then it was clear to me that our attitude on
the meal was inspired by the seven days
unplanned fast we had embarked on.
Hmmm, na so person for don use play-play
die that day oo.
We finished eating the meal and relaxed
resting on each other, still sitting on the
floor of the room where Cynthia was laid to
either recover from coma or die. Our
relaxation graduated into another brief
slumber which endured for about an hour
and thirty minutes. We finally woke up
feeling all refreshed and revitalized. We
were happy to have returned from the city
of the dead without dying. We also got to
know that those who commit suicide do so
out of complete ignorance. There is nothing
pleasant about death, except the Lord calls
you to glory in His own time. All that had
happened, yet there was a major problem on
ground. (SO I THOUGHT)
“Ogechi, even though you grab a knife and
thrust it into my heart, and I manage to
survive, I will not hold it against you. As a
matter of fact, I’ll only love you more and
give you the opportunity to do so again if
you will. But the only thing I would demand
to know is why.” I said to Ogechi
“Even if I become the devil, roaming to and
fro, seeking whom to destroy, you wouldn’t
appeal to me like someone who is due for
destruction despite the havocs you might
have committed in your life time. As a
matter of fact, your touch would redeem me
and turn me into the angel you desire. So
imagine not such about me, for you are my
prince, in whom I am well delighted. But
permit me to ask why you made such
statement?” Ogechi asked.
“I hope you know that doom will soon come
upon us, for we have done contrary to the
vow we made not to eat until Cynthia
recovered. Now we’ve eaten, and can only
hope for the best while expecting the worst.
We shall welcome misery into our lives,
and depression shall be our next door
neighbor, all because we made a vow, and
broke it.”
“None of those shall happen my prince. On
the contrary, we shall forever remain
grateful that we made this vow and kept to
it faithfully, and also recorded the result
the vow yielded.”
“Suddenly your words have become puzzling
my dear. You speak in parables so hard to
understand. Do you mind helping my
understanding by breaking down your
utterances with the most common of
words? I will be so pleased if you do that
for me.” I said.
“Gladly my prince” Ogechi replied. After we
prayed and delighted ourselves with goodly
words, expecting to embark on the journey
of no return, I had a remarkable experience.
Firstly, I found myself in a very dark place
that seemed very large with no inhabitants.
I called out randomly to see if any living
creature could pick the sound of my voice
and trace me. Unfortunately, nothing like
that happened. There was an eerie silence,
and the darkness there was darker than
darkness. I called on you but got no
response, then it dawned on me that the
thick dark seemingly large and spacious
place I found myself was to be my new
world for a period of time unknown to me. I
managed to seat on the floor, after which I
started singing one of the songs I did with
Ck titled; VOICE IN MY GENERATION.
“I had been singing for a while before I
finally saw a very bright little light from
afar heading towards me very slowly. The
closer it got to me, the larger it became. I
sort of believed it was the song I sang that
attracted the light to me. Perhaps it hadn’t
heard the sound of music in a long while
and couldn’t resist one when it heard it. I
was immensely flabbergasted when the
light got to some distance away from me,
stopped and spoke with the voice of a man.
Getting that close to me, I could decipher
its image and height, but couldn’t tell if it
was a man or not, as I couldn’t see its
face, though it had the image of a man. We
got engaged in a little dialog which
produced the joy that births our sorrow.
These are the words the bright light spoke
to me when it had gotten as close as it
wanted to get to me.”
“Young lady; THAT WHAT IS GOOD FOR THE
GOOSE IS GOOD FOR THE GANDER
DOESN’T MEAN THAT THE GOOSE AND THE
GANDER SHARE THE SAME DESTINY” The
prayers you and your friend have made are
heard, and I have come to you with the
answers you seek. The lady you both
intercede for is a virtuous woman who
desires nothing but a perfect life of love.
Indeed, she is willing to pay whatever price
there is to pay, and make whatever
sacrifices in order to get love, just as you
are. It is quite unfortunate that you both
have sacrificed equally for the love of one
man; the one who goes by the name,
Jesusboy. Since you both have sacrificed
equally for his love, none of you is more
deserving of him than the other except the
one he chooses for himself among you
both. Without a second thought, he would
choose you over and again in any
circumstance because he has also
sacrificed a lot for your love, unlike he has
for Cynthia who lies on that hospital bed in
critical condition; a condition he put her in.
For that reason, his privilege of choosing
who to be with between you and Cynthia has
been withdrawn from him. He can only end
up with who you chose for him between you
and Cynthia. But note; if you chose to be
with him, Cynthia will not wake up from
that coma, and you’ll have her death on
your conscience all your life. But if you let
him go, Cynthia will awake from that coma
and continue with her wonderful life with
him as her lover. Everything shall go well
with everyone as it was before anything bad
ever happened. The only supposed sad thing
will be that you and Jesusboy will not end
up together as you both had dreamed to.
The choice is in your hands Ogechi. Hold on
to Jesusboy, and Cynthia dies. Or let
Jesusboy go, and Cynthia lives.”
After the light said all that to me, it
retreated to where it came from in the
same manner with which it came to me.
When it had retreated to a certain point, it
said to me for the last time;
“If you decide to let Jesusboy go, just hold
Cynthia by the hand and denounce your
relationship with Jesusboy, telling her she
can have him, and Cynthia will come out of
that coma before the end of 300 seconds.”
I ran towards it as it retreated, trying to
tell it to reconsider its options, as it was
difficult for me to choose from the options
it gave me, but it paid no further attention
to me until it completely vanished. That
was when I struck my foot against an
unseen stone and made way to fall but
woke up from my sleep before that
happened. Hunger welcomed me back and I
had to run and get food as there was no
need to continue with the fast since the
answer we sought had been given to us.
Now my love, here we are; me, you and
Cynthia. Inasmuch as I love you very dearly
and may die without you, I wouldn’t want to
let Cynthia pass away when there is
something I can do to help her.
I was shocked on hearing that. I mean, I
and Ogechi had to separate for Cynthia to
live? What sort of a condition was that?
And how would I even know it’s true? Be
that as it may, it remained the only way out
of that situation. But I wasn’t going to let
Ogechi leave my life forever just like that.
Not after all we’ve been through. So I
looked into her eyes which were already wet
with tears as she sobbed, held her by the
hand and said with tears in my eyes;
“Though the heavens may fall, I will still
love you. And if all hell breaks loose, my
love for you will only intensify. I love you
more than life itself, and won’t trade you
for anything no matter what.”
My words found its way to Ogechi’s heart
and made her more emotional than she
was. She held onto my hands tightly with
tears flowing expressly from her eyes and
she sobbed in a more audible tone. Then
she asked me;
“WHAT ABOUT CYNTHIA?”
To be continued.
