As I was emotionally carried away by the love my brother showered on my children, the seer brought me back from the land of thought with his thunderous voice warning me of the danger in backing out.
My hands were shaking as I watched my brother performing ablution and helping my last child out simultaneously.
He walked to the front of the mosque to call Adhan. I looked at the seer and asked if the spiritual knife would have effect on a man calling people to prayer. The seer laughed and replied, "Their God is so patient and do as He wishes. I have killed most Alfas while observing solat, prostration stage to be precise. I think their God never promise them everlasting life. I don't know what He promised them in the hereafter anyway." Hearing this, I closed my eyes and stabbed my brother repeatedly. I could hear my brother screaming in agony. I couldn't pity him because the deed has been done. I needed to face the reality of the cruel path I have chosen.
Before leaving the seer, he warned me never to shed tears over the death of my brother no matter what. When I got home, I met many people at the front of my house. I tried to pretend not to have knowledge of what happened. The news was broken to me eventually.
'What excuse will I give for not crying?', I thought. An idea struck my mind. I started laughing hysterically. I pretended to have run mad. I stayed in the hospital for a week before I decided to behave normal. By then, nobody could suspect me again.
Just after a month of my brother's death, money started coming in from where I least expected. There was no business I laid my hand on that wouldn't triple my capital. I become richer than my initial status. I have gotten over the cruel decision I made. Afterall, any fulfilment money fails to give you will be left ungiven.
Don't blame me. Put yourself in my shoe. How many of you can sacrifice wealth you are used to? Afterall, not that I purposely did money ritual from the beginning of my life neither was I there when my mother was taking decision on my behalf.
Two months after my turnaround, I started seeing my brother in my dream. He always carry a heavy load as he is being beaten by some strange creatures. He will be crying profusely with wounds all over his body. He will drop the load by the entrance of a gate and face me to say pitifully, "Sister, save me, I am in pain".
I couldn't understand the dream nor take it serious initially. What I noticed was that anytime I had the dream, I would receive a contract worth millions of naira the next day.
When I kept having the dream repeatedly, I consulted the seer to seek explanation but what he told me was quite alarming. He said my brother doesn't go to heaven to rest. He is presently in the realm between the heaven and earth working for the money I am spending. He explained further that what I keep seeing in my dream is exactly what my brother is going through.
When I asked if there is any way to put end to his pain, he told me the only solution is to kill myself because he will only stop working for my wealth when I have my last breathe.
This is my story my people. I am at the Tjunction already. Death is not easy especially when someone is living an affluent life. Do I even know what is awaiting me after death? Here is my poor brother I keep seeing in my dream every night begging me to end his pain.
Whose fault is it majorly? Is it mine or that of my mother? Should we call it FATE? The answer is left to you to choose what pleases you most.
ÀBỌ̀ MI RÈÉ GBOGBO MÙTÚMÙWÀ.
Be expecting another story titled ABIRÙN (IMBECILE) from me soonest.
Your lovely kid, #GBEMI
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