MOTHER-IN-LAW PT 16

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MOTHER-IN-LAW
Episode 16
“Okay, if you say so. His problem has to be something else. I hope that the
tests we will conduct now will reveal what it is,” said the doctor. “Would it
be possible for us to get the results today?” Emmanuel asked. “No, the
best we can do is tomorrow afternoon. We need time to do proper
diagnosis. This is a unique case and has to be handled with
professionalism,” replied the doctor. “We will wait, thought tomorrow
afternoon seems like eternity,” Janet chipped in. The doctor chuckled,
prompting Emmanuel and Janet to laugh in spite of themselves.
About an hour later, Emmanuel was through with the tests. To make
himself feel better, he hurried out of the hospital with Janet and drove
home. On the drive home, he asked, “What will we be doing from now till
tomorrow afternoon when the tests result will come out?” “I will try my
best to wake it…” Janet was saying. “No! Please don’t,” Emmanuel
interjected pleadingly. Janet was stunned by that. “Why did you say that?
Don’t you want it up again?” “How do you think I would feel, if you fail
again?” he paused for his meaning to sink in. “My ego is already in tatters.
If you try again and it fails to rise, what do you think I will do? How do you
think I will feel? Let us just pretend this never happened, can we do that?”
“Yes baby, we can…is there a football game today?” she asked. Her
question pulled Emmanuel from the abyss of dejection and sorrowful
thoughts. “I think there is one…a big one. Chelsea has a game with
Arsenal!” “I will watch it with you. I think it is time to activate your other
lover – football.”
Emmanuel looked her thoughtfully, leaned toward her and planted a kiss
on her lips. “I didn’t miss it when I asked you to marry me. You are
something else.” “I am glad I said yes. Not even this crash will pull me
away from you.” “Aah!! Eeeh!!!” Emmanuel shouted bouncing up on his
seat. Janet was startled. “What is it?!” “I just felt a tingling sensation down
my g—n…” “Let me see! Let me see!” Janet shouted, unzipping his
trouser. With a loud screeching noise, Emmanuel pulled their car off the
road and ground it to a halt under a tree nearby. She was working on his
male organ with frenzy. “Can you feel anything baby?” she asked. “Yes, but
it is too faint.” “That is better than nothing!” Janet said aloud, her voice
filled with hope. Bending over him again, she began to work on him.
The Spiritual Home
“My son’s virility has gone from him completely. I want it restored. You
said you can do all things. What do I offer for that?” Mrs. Asibong asked.
Her voice was filled with determination and sternness. Beside her was
Ibinabo her friend. “I have already told you, madam. What you did with the
boy was only for protection and it will last only for three months. You need
an altar to retake what was taken from your son,” said the priest. “Go
ahead and raise the altar,” she said with utter determination. “That is not
how it is done. We will need you to drop a cheque of five million in that
aluminum basin and then proceed to give us a life which must be offered
to our gods,” explained the priest.
“Earlier you told me I can offer the life of an unborn child, right?” “Yes, I
did. We accept that.” “If I give you this life, and you raise an altar for me,
would my son’s virility be restored soon and would he be able to have
children?” “Yes, he will be able to have children…but there is something
you must know, when you offered your fellowship your son’s male strength,
you offered along with it all the seeds in his loins. Even his unborn children
are now under the chains of your fellowship. It was a mighty sacrifice you
offered to the fellowship, woman. By that act of yours, you have destroyed
generations of men and women.” The priest paused, watching as his words
sunk into Mrs. Asibong with greater clarity.
“Are you saying that I can’t offer you any of Emmanuel’s unborn children?”
“That is not exactly my meaning; but this is what I meant. You cannot offer
your fellowship generations of men and women locked in your son’s g—n
and offer us only one unborn child to break them out.” “How many of my
son’s unborn children do you want?” “Through my mirror, I can see he will
have four children, we want three out of the four. Let one be his.” “No!
You can’t have three! I will give you only one child!” “Then we will not help
you, except you offer us more lives.” Mrs. Asibong turned to look at her
friend with hot tears streaming from her eyes. Ibinabo drew closer to her
and squeezed her hand firmly. “Don’t you have another live to offer?”
asked Ibinabo. “No, I only have my daughter, Arit and her family, and they
are untouchable…wait!” A thought had occurred to her. Turning toward the
priest, she asked, “Can I offer my son’s wife, Janet?” “Of course! By
marriage covenant, she has become part of your family…”
STORY CONTINUES…

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