Blood And Water - Episode 3

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Previously, 
  He sat under an Iroko tree in the dark forest and committed his life into the hands of his ancestors. 

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He however later became terriffied by darkness and the memories of the many myths of the olu Igbo and Irunmole  said to be residents in the forest.  Adewale invoked the names of the gods and sang songs of praises to the spirit of his late father. He remembered his late father's love for him.

 Adewale was his father's pet . He therefore was convinced that, we're his father still alive, suffering through abandonment, and negligence would not have been his lot. "if my father was still living, I am sure he would not have treated me the way my wicked mother did", he wept bitterly. He felt disappointed that, for the first time in his life, he bore feelings of hatred for his mother. 

Adewale craved to die, but he lacked the courage to take his own life. He began to sing: 
    Oh  lord unto thy hands, I commit myself, he paused and continued. 
    They say you could make miracles  happen. 
     Mother abandoned me for being a handicapp child; 
    She took the best among her children.
  I, considered as a dregs and outcast,
       She left me to suffer alone for survival. 
    As if the God that created the ables is not the one that made the physically challenged.  
   What a life filled with injustice and discrimination for your creature.
   If you made me, if I did not create myself, 
 Then, send a helper  and guardian to me.
     For, you made the living and the dead, You made the ables and disables. 
   Everyone with a portion to play and mission to fulfill in this life of all.
   Send a helper or take my life
        The live you have given to me for a purpose. .......

He soon slept off

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. No sooner than he started dozing that he started dreaming. He saw his father on a royal throne, bathed in white light that, bear his imagination.  Never in Adewale's life has he seen light glowed with such intensity. To his surprise,  he sprang to his feet. He soon found himself in a beautiful golden cloth,  like that of a king.  The old man smiled boldly.  He becked at him. He returned  the smile  of his father and in response to the old hunter's beck, approached the throne.

"What a beautiful serene atmosphere? ", he wondered. He has never beheld  such beauty and splendor. The floor seemed to be made of some expensive clothing material that was swallowing up his feet as he took his steps toward the throne.

Almost running, but while taking his steps carefully and in an attempt to embrace his father who was waiting with opened arms, there came drums from somewhere he never could figure out. 
 Adewale was tempted to dance. Before he could begin to dance, a group of men and women emerged from the back of the throne. 

The drummer, the men, women and beautiful young ladies danced before him. Therefore, a man dragged him, two beautiful ladies on his either side;  Adewale was made to sit on the throne. 

  Perplexed but excited, he was crowned amidst sonorous songs and scintillating beats. The people freely expressed their joy. They all prostrated before him and chorused " Kabiyesi! We hail you, our king". Adewale  expressed a woven feeling of excitement, confusion and anxiety. 

"Where is my father ", he asked, bellowing. The people,  now unfamiliar, exchanged glances with frown faces and looked at him with astonishment.

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. Each, except the two beautiful ladies on his left and right,  with their kneels on the floor,  left one after the other with anger on their faces. To him, they were all disobedient  and pretended as if they knew nothing of what he was talking about. 

  Caught by the truth of the moment, but awed by the reality and having a flash of the past in mind, Adewale felt even worse with the experience of the sudden departure and abandonment of the once - kind - looking people. "But it was on this same throne that I found my father some moment ago, that I am now sitting", he considered. He looked to the left and right. He suddenly became  aware of the pretty ladies who returned his frown and exasperation with smiles. Adewale felt a little more assured by their presence and forced a smile.  He was almost  moved to tears all the same.

Adewale looked ahead to the door . He saw his mother and two of his sisters, led by two hefty men into the palace. He made an attempt to stand on his feet. "Where is Toluene?" Adewale exclaimed,  and at the same time, in an attempt to walk up to his mother and junior ones, he rose from the royal throne. All of a sudden, .......


A mother's worst pain is to bury her own child, instead of the other way around. Not to talk of your child addressing you as "Wicked "  

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