My reverend's son 8

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PART 8
"MY REVEREND'S SON"
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde
Inspired by the HOLY ONE.

The chant-like noise kept getting louder, and we could pick out few words like...

" Oro nla leda...
Reverend pikin don kill Henry
Oro nla leda" 

We picked the words in bits and pieces till it made sense.

By this time, everyone had converged in the Living room.

" Which Reverend's son killed someone?" My mother asked looking at my Father ..

" Muyiwa, you have another son who is a killer and you didn't tell me!" My mother turned to my father in tears. Her heart didn't think for a second it could be Ademide.

" What are you talking about? Which other son do I have apart from Ademide?" My father shouted back at her...

" Oh! Moromade is it Usman they are referring to?" My mother turned to me walking past Ademide that stood by her shaking...

" Mum!" I screamed back at her, but that did not deter my mom from moving to Usman ...

" Tell us Usman, who did you kill? Daddy will make sure to protect you!" My mother said to her son-in-law , my own husband...

My husband who had too much respect for my mother was beyond amazed . He stood there looking at her in disbelief.

I was beyond mad. I was enraged...

" Mum, can you stop this pretence, you have only one son , and that is Ademide. Oh! Wow! Ademide, is that why you want to go for a retreat in Benin Republic... Ademide, you are a cultist? You have killed someone and you want to run away " I said screaming.

Like I wrote earlier, I was beyond Mad at that moment because my mother  had just disrespected my husband..

My mother looked at Ademide for the first time, he was shaking like a leaf and sweating profusely. 

In that moment, everyone knew he had done it...

" Oh no!" Mojirade was the first person to read between the lines...

" Oh Wow! My name is going to change to the Sister of the Killer" Adepeju exclaimed

My Father couldn't say a word, instead he sat into one of the chairs with tears flowing down his face, he kept shaking his head...

My husband whose ego had been wounded, stood at a corner lost in his world...

"Ade Mii, tell me my enemies have not succeeded?" My mother said cupping the face of her beloved son...

" I am sorry Mummy..." Ademide broke down in tears.  " It was a mistake, the boy provoked me" 

"Ha! Ademide has killed me...Ademide, you don't kill people because they provoke you? When did this happen?" 

" Last night!" he said

We were all shocked...

" Last night? How?" My mother asked

" After you left for church...." Ademide was saying and he didn't need to complete the statement...

" You are a curse for a child" My Father screamed...

" Muyiwa, my son is not a curse, he is a blessing and you know it, it was when he came into our lives your ministry started flourishing."

" Olamide, you are pathetic." My Father said to my mother...

" Yes, I am pathetic, I agree, but what are we going to do right now?" My mother asked and to buttress my mother's fears, we heard from outside...

" We will burn down this house if you do not release the Reverend's son" 

" You heard them right? What you need to do is to take your evil son outside and hand him over to them, so they don't burn the good ones." My Father said

" Never! Never!"  My mother screamed running into kitchen. She came out with a knife to the shock of everyone...

"You all must protect my son or else I will kill myself !" 

To be continued....

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