Teacher Chuks (Season 4, Part 3 & 4)

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©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
“ You think covenants are for babies” Rejoice’s Husband said as we unknowingly walked into their midst.
We must have walked aimlessly for over 2 hours in the forest as Rejoice kept lamenting that it was the main road she was familiar with.
Little did we know we were going to walk into her Husband and his boys…
“ All the astra projection was just a total waste, they eventually caught up with us… it would have been better if they had caught us earlier rather than wasting two hours trekking in this forest” I said angrily at Rejoice as I suddenly felt the need to have water… I was very thirsty…
“ Rejoice, you can never leave me…, we have a soul tie. Even if I die, my Spirit will follow you every where you go. Get them” Jay said as one of them pulled me. I felt the prick in my neck again…. I had been sedated…

“ You can not kill him, if you do I will kill myself… And this is not a threat… I have nothing to lose if I kill myself, you are the one who has everything to lose. You are the one who will have to look for another girl who has to agree to become your human idol and guess what? We don’t have a lot of them out there… So if you still want to keep your business running let Mr Chuks be.” I heard Rejoice saying to her Husband as I was waking up from sleep…
“ Fine, but he will have to work for me… He must join the boys…” Jay said…
“ Forget it, Mr Chuks will never do it, if it was the old Him I knew, he would have done it, but the new Mr Chuks won’t do it. He is now a born again Christian!” Rejoice said
“ Fine, then I will treat him like Sammy…” Jay had said…
From where I laid on the floor pretending to be asleep, I opened my left eye gently to know the reason Rejoice was suddenly silent. I noticed she stared hard at her husband and after a long thought , she said
“ Fine….”
From where I laid on the floor, I knew whatever they were referring to was definitely “ Not Fine”.
“ Take him to Sammy”….
I felt the hands of two men as they carried me from the ground. I opened my eyes occasionally to know where they were taking me to, I noticed we got out of the main building through the back and they started dragging me towards an unknown place…
I suddenly saw a small cemented building with the size not as big as a room. One of the men opened the room, and together they pushed me in. I knew my body hit something, but I didn’t know what it was until I heard a croaky male voice say…
“ What is that.. what are you throwing at me?” The voice said
I jumped back in fear as I opened my eyes for real and I saw a frail looking boy, not more than 17 years old. He was a disgusting sight to behold, His skin looked like scales that were peeling off…. He looked white like a bowl of flour had been poured on him… I moved back in horror but unfortunately for me there wasn’t anywhere to move to in the room…

“ Who is he and what is he doing here?” The boy asked
“ Your father felt you needed extra company. “ One of the men said mockingly …
“ Your Father!” I reasoned .. Who was his father? Could Jay be the father of this boy and if he was , why did he keep his son in a small dark room…
Did I say dark…
“Gbaa” I heard the sound of the door the moment it was shut. I had never seen what was called Pitch darkness prior to that day, but I saw it for the first time. I could grab the darkness with my hand . The only source of light were two small holes that had been created above for cross ventilation…
“Who are you and what do you want?, Did my father send you to kill me?” The boy said and the stench from his mouth was worse that an abandoned public toilet…
“ No… I was kidnapped “
“ Oh!… then I will be saying goodbye to you soon”
“ What does that mean?” I asked in fear…
“ I am the only one who has entered this room and has not been killed”
“ Why… I mean why does he kill the others?”
“ Rituals for his scamming business of course!”
“ Are you telling me you are been kept here by your father for Rituals?”
“ When a child decides to escape from the imminent danger he sees ahead, he becomes his father’s number one enemy…” He said
“ What does that mean?”
“ I didn’t support my father’s ways as I saw it coming… I told him God was going to fight him for the way he was causing many to shed tears, but my mother and siblings felt I was too religious. They told me… Life is made up of preys and predators. It is either you are the prey or you are preying on people. My family didn’t see any wrong in scamming people of their hard earned money. My sister Sandra, would tell me even the government was preying on it’s citizens, so to her, what our family was doing was not wrong… but I didn’t want to be involved….”
“ So you mean your mother and siblings are into this?… but I didn’t see anyone like them out there…”
“ Them?… they are long gone…” He gave a dry laughter…
“ To where?”
“ It’s a long story…”
To be continued

©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
“We had life very rough growing up, I remember eating biscuit was a luxury which only happened if anyone of us came out outstanding in our grades in the public schools we attended.
This time, I was referring to was when I was about 6 years of age. My father was into repairing of electronics, especially Television and Radios. That was the time of the big colored Television. Father’s business had been going down with the imports of the Flat screen Televisions. His work as a repairer was gradually phasing out and at times for weeks there won’t be one single T.V or Radio to repair.
Then, my rich estranged uncle visited us. He threw his weight around during his visit. He spent lavishly and made us happy for the few days he spent with us.
Few days before he left us, I noticed he and my parents had a very long talk that lasted hours. He looked like he was trying to talk them into accepting an idea.
The next morning , my siblings and I woke up to the shock of hearing that my father was leaving with my uncle. The explanation given was that Uncle was going to get him a better job and once he was stable, we would join Him where he was…
Days turned into months, months turned into years. We never saw father for 6 years, but as each month and year passed, our existence was getting better. Father was sending us money on a regular basis. We were living large…
When friends asked us about our father, we told them he was a business man who was working faraway.
A friend of mine had joked about if my father was a fugitive, since no one knew his whereabouts and yet he was sending us lots of money. I returned back home in tears asking my mother why we had not seen our father for years….
“ Mummy, is daddy a thief?” I had asked innocently
Mummy and Daddy spoke literally everyday, but that day, after crying profusely and questioning my father’s whereabouts, my mother apparently pleaded with him to come back home…
The day my father came back, the kind of welcome he received would have rivaled any presidential arrival in those days.
That was the beginning of our family woes. After the excitement of having him back fizzled away, my dad decided to have a family talk with us. The talk that shook me to my marrows…
“ I am so happy that I met you all in peace and I am grateful especially to you, Gozzy for taking care of the children in my absence. You didn’t make my years of hard work be in vain. Having stayed with you all for a week, I suddenly realize how much of family time I have missed in years. With your mother’s permission I have decided to bring my job home. I will therefore need your cooperation and promise of secrecy that you will keep my business secret. Sammy is the youngest and may not understand what all this is about but you elder ones will understand what I do. Very simply put, I use my brain to make money…”
At that time, my eldest sister was 19, while the eldest boy was 17, the third child was 15, while I was 12.
My father thought I did not understand what he meant but somehow I figured out what it was about, because he was able to indoctrinate my siblings into the business. He taught my siblings how to change their voices and deceive people over the phone…

Trouble however started for me, when I became born again at age 15 through one of the teenage teachers in the church we attended. I explained to my teacher the business my father was into and I asked if I could still be involved in it as a Christian, since we were told to obey our parents.
He told me about the story of Korah, Dathan and Abiram, the men who rebelled against Moses in the Bible and how God destroyed them and their families. He however pointed to me that most people do not realize that out of the three men, the sons of one of them who was called Korah did not die with the others.
The earth did not swallow the sons of Korah because they disowned their father’s act, and separated themselves from his tent and company. My teacher showed this to me from the scripture and a particular Benson commentary.” Sammy had been saying to me and I was shocked because no one had ever taught me that the sons of Korah were not swallowed up by the earth…
“ Really?, I thought the earth swallowed the men and their family members”
Numbers 26:11 became my anchor scripture after that. I told myself that if I did not follow my father’s ways what ever destruction that was coming for my father and the other members of my family would not come near me…”
“ Hmmm… So that is why your father kept you here?”
“ Yes, But That was after my family felt fire !”
“ Fire?”
“ Well that was what I feel happened because when I turned 14 I had a dream and I saw my brother being strangulated by a dog my father was playing with in the dream. The next morning my brother died… Under one year, my mother and my two siblings died as well.”
All fingers pointed at my father…
To be continued
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Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde



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