A Quirk of Fate Episode 6
‘I have never killed anybody in my life until today. I killed your joy, your hope, your future and everything about you in general. Please, the Bible says he that kills with the sword, the same shall be killed with the sword. Please, have your way’ he said and bent his neck, pointing at left side.
‘This is where the jugular is. Just t----t the knife and cut it. I would be forever gone’ he said and I looked on in amazement.
He knew the Bible.
He knew the jugular
He had never killed before
He was remorseful
Who is this guy?
‘Sir, the reverse is the case o. I brought this knife here so you could finish what you started.’ I said and knelt down before him too.
‘What?’ he asked me, so surprised that he shifted backwards.
‘This is my neck and thank God you know the jugular. Aren’t you a hired assassin? Please finish your job. Kill me! You did an incomplete job the other time. Now, please kill me’ I cried out with a serious voice.
I really wanted to die!
But I could not kill myself. I was a coward!
The guy fell to the ground, his hands still in bounds and cried so hard that I had to really think over and over again to be sure that he was the one that reeked of alcohol and raped me few hours ago.
‘Forgive me please. I have ruined everything…please forgive…’ he kept on saying when I got mad!
‘Forgive you for what? Are you mad? Forgive you for raping me or forgive you for climbing me with your filthy dirty body? or forgive you for taking my so much kept and treasured virginity? or forgive you for making my husband to walk out on me? or forgive you for making my wedding to be cancelled? Forgive you for what?’ I screamed so loudly that Briton had to growl loudly and swirl around in a circle.
‘I don’t have any excuse madam. I will go to the jail if that is…’ he was saying when I banged the wall with the knife.
‘What is my business with this jail thing that you have been shouting about? If you wanted to go to jail, why couldn’t you go to jail on your own? Why? Why must you drag others into serious problems like this? Why?’ I cried out, throwing the knife away. I knelt beside the guy and started punching him as I cried ‘why?’ repeatedly. He continued wailing and shaking in his tears.
As I hit him on and he allowed me, I felt that there was something about the guy. Something that made the situation weird.
He coughed as he swallowed loudly. I tried pulling him up but he was too muscularly built for me. He sat up and covered his face with his neat and beautiful hands.
‘Isn’t this guy a gangster? What’s with the beautiful hands?’ I asked myself. Then I pulled at his singlet and forced him to look into my face
‘Who are you? Please who are you? Talk to me. you can’t just walk into my life from nowhere, leave me destroyed and say you want to go to jail’ I screamed on and slapped his laps repeatedly hard.
‘My name is Nathaniel but I am called Niel’ he said and I shook my head
‘So, you are even a Christian? Why would you do this to a fellow Christian?’ I asked in a shaky voice.
‘I was living in England before now’ he said and I watched on.
‘I asked my dad to find me a nice Nigerian lady that I can marry and he met with one of his friends to discuss the matter’ he explained on and I wondered how the long story was my business.
‘So what? What is my own business?’ I asked furiously and he gave me a calm look with his bloodshot eyes that made me to keep quiet.
‘My dad met with your dad and your dad promised to give you to me as wife’ He said and I blinked so hard to process the words I had just heard.
‘What!’ I exclaimed as I rest my back against the wall, panting with the intense headache in my head.
‘He asked me to pay 10000 pounds and get him a car before he would give you to me which I promptly did. I sent him 15000 pounds and a brand new range rover, not because I had the money but I had to do numerous overtimes before I could meet up’ he explained on and on and my heartbeat became a drum set giving different rhythmic sounds of anxiety
‘I went online to read stories about you and I was happy that I was getting married to a medical personnel like me. I am a medical doctor. I have a comfortable mortgage and all in preparation for our marriage until last week when I saw on the newspaper that you were getting married to somebody else’ he said, wiping the beads of sweat from off his forehead.
‘My saviour!’ I exclaimed loudly as I realised how terribly my father had dealt with me.
‘I called my father who confirmed it and he asked me to come home. I was very mad at your father until I met him at a beer parlour. I followed him there to monitor him. He didn’t recognise me though. At the beer parlour, he started discussing about you again saying you were chaste, untouched and all.’ He explained and broke down crying.
I was confused. Who was to blame here? My boastful irresponsible father with his scams or this Niel who allowed the devil to use him against me? What a mess!
‘My friends saw my pains and started urging me to drink to forget my sorrow. I drank to stupor and they led me in here, advising me to take what belonged to me. To tell the whole world that he was just making mouth and that no virgin existed. That was why…’ he was saying when he broke down into tears again.
Sharp pain ran through my head down my spine to my feet. It felt like I was running mad and that the whole world was crashing down.
‘Your dad was the one at fault not you. I should never have done that. Please forgive me’ he cried on and on, going back to his knees from his sitting position. He held my legs.
‘I heard you are a Christian. Now I know better. Now I know! Please, lead me to Jesus. I am ready to accept him as my Lord and Saviour. Please save me’ he cried on the more and I looked into his face with my mouth suspended and my eyes widened
Isn’t this craziness? Lead you to Christ? How is that possible? Nothing is working out right for me and you are asking me to preach to you.
Holy Spirit silent!
Preach to you?
Which kind thing be that?
I closed my eyes, tilted my chin, squeezed my face, stretched out my arms and let out a heart wrenching cry that made even me shiver with great intensity.
Where do I go from now?
Somebody should please talk to me since God is silent!
To be continued
Written by Lizzy Oyebola Yakubu