Bury my sins 27

EPISODE 27

TITLE: “BURY MY SINS,NOT ME”

(AT ANGLICAN CHURCH OF GOD)

Pastor Solomon, still in the body he had possessed, sat outside the church premises on a Sunday morning, waiting for the perfect moment to sneak in and grab the laptop from the pastor's office.

"Yes, today is the day," he muttered with a mischievous look on his face. "I must get that laptop and destroy it no matter what it costs me. No one must know the truth about my dealings. I'll just wait for the right moment and then strike," he said while pacing around with his hands in his pockets.

"Ah, but what's this?" Pastor Solomon exclaimed as he saw a youth approaching with a laptop. "It's the youth the new pastor has instructed to come with the laptop after removing the password at a repair shop. Could it possibly be...?" Pastor Solomon muttered, staring at the youth with the laptop from afar.

As the youth walked towards the church, Pastor Solomon, through the body he possessed, widened his eyes with excitement and malice. He swiftly stood up and began walking towards the youth with his eyes fixed on the laptop.

"Yes, it's the laptop!" He said as he got closer and had a clearer view. "I must act fast and grab it from him then smash it to pieces."

Pastor Solomon quickened his pace and stretched forth his hands to grab the laptop from the unsuspecting youth, dragging it away from him. The youth stood frozen in shock, wondering what was going on.

With a loud cry, Pastor Solomon slammed the laptop to the ground repeatedly until it was nothing but shattered pieces right in front of the church.

Just then, a group of police officers appeared, surrounding Pastor Solomon. They grabbed him from behind, forcing his hands behind his back and h--andcuffing him.

"Usman Danladi," the lead officer said. "You are under arrest for the m*urder of Mr. Sadiq and his family a few days ago. You no longer have the right to a lawyer, as you have already been sentenced to life imprisonment but chose to be a criminal on the run after escaping from court after your sentence."

Pastor Solomon, forgetting that his physical appearance was that of Usman Danladi whom he had possessed, stared at the police officers in surprise. "But I am not Usman Danladi! I am Solomon!" he protested as they continued to drag him away.

"Save the story for your fellow cellmates," one of the officers said. "Even if I see you in my dreams, Danladi, I will still know the face of the criminal clearly when I wake up."

As the officers dragged Pastor Solomon away, he realized with a start that he was in Usman Danladi's body. He had forgotten that he had possessed the man's body, and now he was paying the price for Usman Danladi.

(AT AMINAT'S MANSION)

Aminat had just one week left until her birthday, which was also the day she would die. She stared at her bucket list, and her eyes welled up with tears as a single drop fell onto the paper.

"Oh, how I wish I could live longer," she muttered sadly. "I wish I could experience all the things I've dreamed of. But it's inevitable; my fate is sealed and there is nothing I can do. My body aches, my mind is tired... But my spirit, my spirit wants to fight. I want to live, I want to feel the sun on my face, the wind in my hair... If only death wouldn't take all of this from me in a week's time."

Aminat's priorities were clear. She wanted to wrap things up before she departed this world. And one thing stood above the rest—getting justice for Chioma's ghost.

“I owe it to you, Chioma,” Aminat said as if her ghost was right there with her. “Your boss might have taken your life, but I won't let them take your justice. I will fight for you like I promised.”

(AT THE PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE)

Prosecutor James sat in stunned silence with his mouth open in shock as he watched the video on a phone screen.

The video showed Chioma's boss, calm and collected, speaking with an accomplice over the phone. Their conversation implicated them in Chioma's m*urder, and the evidence was d--amning.

The prosecutor quickly gathered his team, returning Aminat's phone to her after sending the evidence with a promise to get to the bottom of the matter. A warrant was issued immediately for Chioma's boss, and she was brought in for questioning.

At first, she denied every charge, her confidence unmatched. But when the prosecutor played the secret recording Aminat had made, her expression transformed from calm to shock and fear.

Chioma's boss, under intense questioning, finally revealed the identity of her accomplice. The accomplice was arrested and charged in court alongside Chioma's boss for conspiracy and the m*urder of Chioma.

In the courtroom, the judge listened to the evidence and delivered his judgment:

"This is a heinous crime, and you both have shown no remorse for your actions. Your actions have caused immeasurable pain to the family and loved ones of Chioma, and I hereby sentence you both to life imprisonment. You will also pay a fine of 10 million naira to the family of the deceased, as a small token of restitution for your evil deeds."

The judge slammed his gavel on the wood, sealing their fate. Chioma's boss and her accomplice were led away in handcuffs, with tears in their eyes.

(AT AMINAT MANSION)

Aminat, Bosco, Gabriel, and Chioma's ghost all sat in the living room in Aminat’s mansion in stunned silence until Aminat finally broke it.

"Chioma, it's all over now," Aminat said in a low tone. “You can finally rest in peace knowing that your boss is behind bars now."

Chioma's ghost nodded slowly and sadly, trying to faint a smile.

Aminat continued, "I'm so sorry we couldn't fulfill your dreams for you. And also sorry it didn't come out like we had hoped.”

Bosco suddenly joined in the conversation, with a demanding tone. "Wait, y'all, Chioma can't leave like that! I still need my 250k from her, and no one is saying anything about that.”

"Are you kidding me, Bosco?” Gabriel asked, rolling his eyes. "You're asking for money from a ghost? Someone whom I cannot see but clearly believes she is not in a good mood."

"I don't care!” Bosco insisted, turning to face Gabriel. "Look at me, Gabriel, just examine me deeply. Do I look like I am in a good mood too? 250k is not a small amount. Anyone that thinks it's a small amount should pay me," Bosco hushed the words down slowly because he was respecting Aminat.

“Really, Bosco? So it's all about money for you?” Aminat sighed exasperatedly. “I am seated here, and you have the guts to be talking about money. What's wrong with you? Didn't you get it that this is about closure and respect for Chioma?"

Chioma's ghost stood up slowly from the couch and said with a sad face, "It's really time to depart this sinful world," her voice barely above a whisper. "Aminat, thank you deeply for your help. Your kindness and determination have given me peace and justice."

Bosco, still bothered about his own interests and money, spoke up. "Oh, you're leaving already? I pray you find rest in eternal life." His tone was insincere, and Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

"Really, Bosco? You pray she finds rest? Are you sure, or do you truly wish her rest from the bottom of your heart?" Gabriel asked, looking skeptical.

“I wish her all of it,” Bosco replied, almost close to tears. “I wish her all of it.”

“All of what? And why are you shedding tears?” Gabriel asked, looking curious.

“Why won't I shed tears? It's Chioma's final moment, and you want me to be happy that she is going? Of course, I am missing her already," Bosco said.

Chioma's ghost began to fade away, her form disappearing slowly. Aminat watched, tears in her eyes, as her ghost vanished for the last time. It was a sad sight, but also a relief, knowing Chioma was finally at peace.

Bosco shrugged, his expression unrepentant. "She's really gone, truly gone. Bye bye to her, I wish her rest wherever her soul is now."

Aminat turned to Bosco and began to speak. “Chioma hasn't forgotten you, Bosco. You'll receive an alert of 1 million naira tomorrow, her last gift to you. It's been sorted, part of the restitution ordered by the court, and I have taken care of it."

Bosco's eyes widened in surprise, and he burst into tears. “You shouldn't have bothered, Chioma,” he looked up to the ceiling with tears in his eyes. “But thank you, and I wish you eternal rest.” This time, he sounded sincere.