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  “For who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has become His counsellor?”

  “Or who has first given to Him, And it shall be repaid to him?”

  Romans 11: 34 – 35.

  Prologue

  “Do not be afraid to leave and when you get to the church pray” Sam quickly got up from the bed panting; it’s nothing that he have heard before. Such dreams come once in a life time.

  As a graduate pursuing a different direction, it’s a thing of concern to once parent, which made so much investment of life to their son. Sam was a graduate of Accounting following the footsteps of his father, but before he complete his high school, he notice a slight changes in his cravings, which are for art.

  Sam never took literature as a course but he would sneak in to listens to the teaching on novels and poetry, With ‘NO COFFIN NO GRAVE’ as his personal favourite by John Pepper Clark, a renown African Nobel writer.

  The massage came as a dream come true, since all he had in mind was to leave home in pursue of a musical career that set off the entire house in jeopardy. They have never been on the same foot with his Dad, a lot of arguments and disobedient to actually get to the point.

  Secretly Sam had started putting his belongings together for the journey, he had proposed. All said and done he went to his Dad a day before the trip,

  “Good evening Sir” He greeted

  “Evening, what is it?”

  “I think my time is up, I have realise that nothing can come to some one living in the comfort zone, so I have decided to leave in pursue of my career”

  “Hmmm’ Where will you be going to?” he had his fingers across his chin to support.

  “I don’t know yet, but i have to leave” His dad gently laugh

  “I don’t think, its proper to just leaving without any preparations or anything” Sam was getting a little agitated, his Dad has a persuasive way of talking to people to do his bidding but he was determine never to let him talk him out of the situation.

  “I think there is no need for any preparation, I am ready to leave” His mind was boiling hot, he want to leave as soon as possible.

  Shortly Sam mom came in and noticed the tension in the atmosphere “Pino, What wrong” Pino, His stage name, every one calls him that except his father. Both of them keep shut, looking at each other.

  “If you will leave, i won’t give you my blessings” It was like a set go for him, the anger pumping his mind finally let out through his mouth.

  “If you will not give me your blessing, that’s fine but the Lord will never abandoned me, whether you like it or not I am leaving” he turned and saw his mom crying over the tune he used in talking to his father, She had never seen him like that, although he was very stubborn but in speech he had never flared up in such a manner.

  Sam got up and left the room, he went into the guest room and made sure all his belongings were all intact, because that was the go ahead he needed. The ticket was intact and the little change he had was all neatly kept in his wallet.

  Sam thought it wise to let his younger brother know the extent of everything “Patrick” he called, waited for some minute Patrick showed up in the guest room. Sam had the bag on the bed where he could see “Brother, i think my time has come to leave, i want to go in pursuit of my musical career”

  “have you informed daddy?”

  “well, yes but the outcome is as usual, you know him very well always trying to get in control and i don’t like that, i have bought my ticket already and am leaving”

  “But where are you going?” He was looking at him

  “I don’t know yet but once I arrive there I will let you know, so do me a favour brother, when your time comes up leave or you get old in this house”

  “When is the departure?” Patrick asked

  “Tomorrow by 3:00 pm, I booked with Bonny Ways”

  “Good luck brother” they shook hands

  “Thanks” Patrick left the room and Sam takes a look at his bag for the last time.

  ****

  The blood of the dead are rising up as flesh on their skeleton bones in pursuit of him, every time he had a chance to close his eyes, his feet were never walking but running. The Don he was called, an ex cultist and an hired assassin, there has never been a job that he and crew left half way.

  He is the monster without face as they call him, at one time the police were chancing after him and he walk passed them “Hello officers, How is the job going?” they never knew who they are chasing.

  Still trying to escape the rising dead of his victims, the buzzing of his cell phone got him up, he throw himself to a seating position just as the dead almost got to him “What the hell” he screamed, there had never been a time he came to the conclusion of his dream and it irritate him to his bones.

  “Hello” he answered wearily

  “I got a Job for you” His eyes came alive, he had been waiting for such a tone from his caller for a month. That was the longest of time he had spend without a mission.

  “I am Listening” He was paying attention and the door was kick open, He quickly snap his finger to the person and they stopped knowing what the call means.

  Few details were given and the name of the character in play, he knows what to do next. Every negotiation was made and the call ended, He got out of the couch priding in himself.

  “Don, what’s up” His second asked

  “We got to Spill some Blood” they went on a roar, jubilating the new update, it shows they were all hungry for the next assignment.

  “Indeed no need to cry over a spilled Blood” He said and went inside the roo

  CHAPTER ONE

  Five O’clock in the morning my eye lids are stuck to the upper layer of the socket, the sound of the alarm I set was too late, because my mind was preoccupied with the frank behaviour I put up last night. I thought I had a point. I am the wisest person on earth to myself, and clearly the modern world has set it off with nice come backs to youth minds. The room was quite now after the snoozing of the alarm clock, my siblings were dead asleep, I could steal them as corpse to wherever I want without any of them making a sound.

  I felt it comfortable to lay on the couch b‘cos I don’t want to sleep too long, but sadly I was being hunted by the decision I made.

  It all started in a dream some weeks ago, I was an ambitious young man, who want to scale the world to achieve his dream, but got stock in the routine of life, a specific massage came through the activity of the night saying “DO NOT BE AFRAID TO LEAVE AND WHEN YOU GET TO THE CHURCH PRAY” it was a clear massage which I refused to share with nobody else, but traded my path alone.

  Some times I wander if I am an angel or a demon, a melancholy also, an introverts, I enjoy only my own company, telling myself a lot of stories which are my God given talent among the few, my siblings call me extraordinary, and my daddy hate the fact that I choose my talent to my deciplin, it set us both apart with each other but all we want was to be successful in our own way. But I understand him because the talent the youth of our generation take upon is given the real owners a bad name.

  ‘What have I done’?, I kept on asking myself, but I know the ego will not let the mind think the right point, as a graduate and the first in the family of four, it is ideal for you to be engage in something after bagging with a BSc certificate. I took upon my tale
nt which is the world selling at the moment, and kept the career in the certificate, any time a word comes about it I flare up.

  I was secretly making arrangement for my adventure in respond to the words of my dream, luckily I had few thousand which I ask from my dad to do some recordings which was not successful. I had to think why would all the odds be on me when the reminder of the word in my dream came back ringing as a bell in my head, and I heed to it.

  I am Samuel, a twenty eight year old guy still living with my parent, due to bad atmospheric condition, if you know what I mean, I always feel there is a lot I can offer in this life, am a writer, a musician and a designer to mention a few, I call myself ART, I am so in love with art, none of which I ever went to school for, I was pretty born with it, which I took upon it more seriously than what I majored. My dad is an accountant, and really proud he was when I chose the same faith, but to his surprise my attention drifted and I don’t even rest while doing what I love. I started recording songs at my second year at the university, it was the best thing that ever happens to me, and you could imagine how the love would increase over the year. I work with an older cousin of my named James, good rapper, I personally call him the best rapper I know, it was a deep connection that we had and for the love of the game we stick together to make it through.

  Rolling on the couch, that early morning, my mind went to the talk I had with my younger brother, Patrick who recently graduated and did a one year compulsory service to the nation,

  “Yo bro, I’ve been doing some serious, thinking and parking” i said

  “What, where you going?” he asked

  That same question ma pops asked me and I didn’t say a word.

  “I don’t know yet, but it’s high time I take up the responsibility to pursue my dreams” i told him

  “What about daddy? What did he say?” he asked again

  “What do you expect, he never agrees, so am tired of staying at home doing nothing, please when it’s time for you to leave baby brother, do yourself the honour, because it aren’t going to be easy”

  After a small talk he came to reason with me, and I showed him my bag, it was just a backpack, with few clothes, books and pencils, I never go anywhere without a pencil, gives me the comfort in writing, so I will go with it. My mind knows, I didn’t set it well with the conversation I had with my parents, which end up in a disaster. Honestly I don’t even know how to address people, my pops always tells me that I am not diplomatic, which I really hate because people lie in the name of diplomacy, I give it to them straight the way it comes out and don’t care if it hurt or not.

  Still looking at the ray of light that penetrate through the window, it won’t be long before the bell for the morning devotion will ring, oh yea, I am from a Christian family, prayer is our key to living, even though sometimes we hate to do it but it is a mandatory issue. My eyes strolled round the room and fall on the grand piece on the wall, the second hand is making a dancing movement, two step forward and one step backward, it quickly remind me of a chorus I wrote down, while frestyling with my cousin, then I heard the bell, twice it was rang, I guess I was the one up to wake the others. Jumping out of my exquisite couch, I pull on my trouser and started taping the others,

  “Wake up its prayer time”

  They first make a turn as if they get up immediately, but will settle back, sometimes it’s annoying waking them up, it’s as if they are doing it on purpose.

  “Patrick wake up”

  He turns and makes a sound “hmmmm”

  “David wake up”

  He also turn and make the same sound but they got to a sitting position, and finally drag themselves out of bed, I went out knocking on the other two rooms, my sister’s and the other boys room, which was adjacent to ours. Slowly every one drags themselves walking like zombies in the movie walking dead. Before we got there my mom was sitting with her face down holding the tambourine, and my dad on the other hand with the manuals and bible beside him but faintly clapping his hand. I got there before the others and sat down, I almost burst into laughter with their position but I pick up one of the broken tambourine and started singing a popular Christian song

  “What a mighty God we serve”

  The respond that follow behind could turn a man deaf and a deaf man to hear.

  On and on the song continue until we got ourselves together singing properly and then to the worship song, which ended in less than fifteen minute, and the preacher continued, which was my dad, he opened a study manual called the Open Heaven by a popular pastor in my country, Pastor E. A. Adeboye sometime I wander how they write such a book, everyday as if they know, well a gift is a gift.

  He started with a prayer which we all chorused “Amen” after and he went ahead with the reading,

  “Topic” he said

  He pick up the bible and opens the passage for the day, it’s the book of Isaiah, it was something about God’s wrath on Israel his people, while reading I look up and caught a glimpse of everyone in the sitting room, all of which were asleep with my mom shaking her legs, at times it confuse us all, we think she is fully awake until she was tapped and we realise it was a special effect of disguise she always put on. By the time my eyes came back to him, he had finished reading the chapter and back to the manual, immediately the light went off, they have taken the light, I know they all will all be smiling in their sleep. A click sound was made and it was a little bright again but this time only on the book my dad was reading,

  “Woman” he called out

  Flashing the light in her face, I almost burst in laughter; she was shaking her legs and nodding her head as if nothing ever happened.

  When he was done reading I was the only one looking at him, at that time outside was getting bright,

  “Who can explain what he understand in today’s devotion” he asked

  No respond came from everybody, clearly the sleep got into everyone except me and him, with no respond he continued

  “We can relate the story to the chapter given, when we people rebel against God, there is always a second chance or someone to warn us”

  Honestly that was where I stop listening as a heavy dose of snoring came from one direction of the room waking all the others, immediately the whole room was full with laughter, we all know who it came from and his flash light rest on the person. Now my attention was no longer in the room but on my adventure, I was brought back by the word “Amen”

  It’s a routine after prayer, everybody knows his duty to perform, from the water boiler to the return back to bed, I guess sleep is never enough, I on the other hand was in the guest room making sure all that I have pack for my secrete adventure was still intact, my ticket, was neatly tucked inside my old pealing wallet, with bunch of cards. I said a quick prayer and left to our room where I lay down a bit.

  Early June, the rain should have settle in but its dry and hot air blowing around, my state to be precise is the coldest of all the state in the country but was pushing about 84oF it wasn’t funny, a lot of farmers were dead worried about their production that year, while others are worried about their skins. I used the opportunity to listen to all my siblings and cousins voice for the very last time before I leave. It was already bright outside, penetrating in because the curtains were raised, the dogs barks running along the drive path, I know they are following who to open the gate,

  “I can’t lie, I will miss the whole family routine “I whispered to my self

  I guess one of my brothers must have heard me talking,

  “Are you saying something” David asked

  “No, just, thinking to myself” I replied

  Soon I got up and went out the back everything was lying as they were left, it’s the city right? and birds don’t sing as they use to before, but there are doves on our neighbour roof, I watched them for a bit wishing one could just drop on my hand, then comes the dogs playing, when they saw me they started jumping all over me, I run a quick play with them but it won’t ever be enough with
these dogs. I quickly run into the veranda and close the half protector while they stood there looking at me.

  I turned and went inside through the kitchen door, my younger sister was on the gas cooker trying to prepare breakfast, pancakes one of my favourite

  “Hay Moms” I called out

  “What’s up?”

  “When are you resuming?” I asked

  “In two weeks time”

  In my mind I know I won’t be around

  “Why do you ask?” she said

  “Have you seen Blessing?” I just cover up “the one we went Miango together”

  “NO, I have never seen her, may be final year?” she said

  “May be”

  I proceeded outside again, now the dogs have gone, I pick up a paint bucket and fetch hot water from the locally made stove outside, I hate the smell it gives to once cloth so I was careful not go closer but get what I want. I went inside, stood for a bit looking at my sister I know I will miss them all, but a man had to do what he has to do, I went inside with the bucket of water straight to the bathroom, I kept it and went into the bed room, some siblings were still sleeping while others playing with their phones

  “Na sleep go kill you” I said to my brother

  He didn’t hear a thing, at a time, i felt like changing my mind but no, I got my brush and towel and went into the bathroom. When I came out an announcement was made

  “Breakfast is ready” shouted my sister

  Those were when everybody started jumping like Rambo towards the kitchen, I went in got dressed and join them

  “Hmmm, mi love pancakes” I said

  “We all know that virtually that’s the only thing you can cook” David one of my brother’s friends living with us said

  I ate the pancake with joy knowing it will be a long time before I eat at home again.

  When we were all done its half past eight and my journey is nine, I pick up my bag went in and told my dad am going, He didn’t much respond only murmured something and I left my mom and my younger sister were at the sitting room, when I came out