A Daughter’s Revenge Episode 11
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🙎 A Daughter’s Revenge EPISODE ELEVEN:
PREVIOUSLY ON A DAUGHTER’S REVENGE:
..he was on call when I came back. He concentrated so much on his call without him knowing when I switched the drinks. Thank goodness we were having the same design of glass cup.
When he was done making the call, he shifted his attention to our table. You need to see how happy he was seeing me downing my drink. He quickly rushed his too and requested I pour more for him.
That I did wholeheartedly.
Then I watched curiously to see what would happen next..
THE CONTINUATION:
Amid our conversation, a very tèrrîbłe sleep was tôrmènting Mr Ojo. To the extent that he was sleep-talking.
‘..why are you not sleeping yet?’, he asked me while battling for his consciousness with sleep.
‘Your plan failed woefully, right?’, I had to ask.
Because I was eager to take great advantage of his state of mind to find out the truth. However, the whole thing turned into a confession session.
‘It seems like you have a great spîrît behind you. In fact, you are a small wîtçht’, he muttered.
‘So you are just finding out now?’, I had to ask.
‘I have been suspecting that since. Because I have set many traps for you but you have a way of escaping. It has been giving me a course to worry’, he stuttered.
‘And one of the traps is to pöîsîôñ my drink, eh?’, I asked.
‘I did not pôîsîôn your drink’, he said.
‘Then what’s the substance you added into my drink?’, I asked.
‘How did you find out?’.
‘Does it matter? What matters is that I have found out. So tell me, what did you put into my drink?’.
‘It was a sleeping pîłł,’ he paused. ‘In fact, I staged the celebration just to drûg you so as to have my way into your promiseland’, he confessed while dozing off.
‘So the contract of a thing and celebration are all staged?’.
‘Exactly’.
‘Uncle Ojo, but why?’, I asked amid tears.
‘Look, when I want something, I don’t mind going the extra mile to get what I want’, he bragged.
‘You are a wîçkèd man. You are not even remorseful,’ I crîed out.
‘Remorse of what? Look, if I don’t have you, nobody else will..’, he threatened amid sleep.
‘Over my dèàd body will that happen’, I vôwèd.
‘As long as you are under my roof, I must have you..’, he managed to say.
‘Then watch me leave your house’, I said.
He started laughing hysterically. ‘I know very well that if actually you have a place to run to, you would have done that a long time ago. But you have no place to go to because you have no relatives or friends in Lagos. So having you is just a matter of time. One thing is for you sure, I will never give up. And one day, I will succeed,’ he managed to talk again.
‘Look, you will never succeed. I am an overcomer..’, I was saying.
The conversation continued.
But halfway, he finally succumbed to the dragging hand of sleep. As he had stopped responding back amid deep sleep and heavy snoring. I came closer and examined him very well, he was deeply asleep.
I stood stranded, totally lost in thought on what to do next. Because only a tree would hear that it would be cut down and still stand. Moreover, I needed no seer to tell me that my life was in serious dàñgèr in that house. Because for Mr Ojo to go this extra mile of adding sleeping substances into my drink just on the verge of slèèpîng with me without my consent, that means he could do an undo next time.
The best option for me was to leave that house in peace rather than in pieces. I have made up my mind on that. But I had no place to run to. That was the biggest problem I had.
Where should I run to? Who should I call? Who shall come to my rescue? God, please help me. Mother, have you forsaken your daughter? I cried bitterly amid contemplation.
Just then, a spirit instructed me to take my bag and leave the house with immediate effect. I checked the time and it was midnight.
I did as the spirit said.
I left the house that midnight to God-know-where.
My movement that night was as the spirit led.
That fateful night I ended up in an unknown church. It happened that the church was having a vigil that night. In fact, my entrance caused a big stir. All eyes were on me when I entered with my ‘Ghana-must-go’ bag. Although I saw the stir my entrance caused, I didn’t care. As I quickly moved inside and had my seat with my big bag.
Even as the vigil was ongoing, people were still staring at me in surprise. I guess so many things would be going on in their mind. I knew most of them would be thinking I was insàñe because of the way I carried my bag like a newborn baby and my dressing that moment.
TO Be Continued
