WAGES OF SIN 4

EPISODE FOUR

Previously on 'The Wages of Sin'

... I think it will be better I don't touch you, but allow your past records to do the work for me." Deberus said.

He turned his back to leave but I cried out with tears, with tears streaming out of my eyes like that of a river. "How great then were my sins, how mighty were my iniquities that I so much deserve such treatment from life and darkness?" I asked, "who was I?" I cried out the more, "how badly had I lived my life?"

He turned again at me and gave a slow filtered smile, "Really?" He asked. "I'm also kindly interested in knowing your past. Maybe we should see together" he said and made a swift move to my bed and touched my forehead with his middle right claw.

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His hands landed so lightly on my head but his claws went deep into my skull, piercing harshly upon my brain, and all, I mean all of my past rolled like sheets into my memory and everything seemed like an event that had just happened yesterday. I looked, I saw, and I beheld myself as a child, a beautiful daughter, born into a family of two religious couples. I saw all about the child right from the moment of conception to the time she was admitted at the hospital.

Yes! I thought as much, I am a lady. How come then they were referring me as a man? Well, I needed not to worry as everything, my past, has been set before me. I was so anxious to know what I had done, how gravely my sins were that I deserved so much from life. I needed to know why the kept calling me a man. Anyhow, for all I had to do was to watch my past like a video played before me in a wide screen. I was no more seeing myself but a child who was me. I watched as myself, a beautiful young lady fared in all of her life. I was eager to see how badly she must have lived her life. How detestable I must have been.

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"And what the hell are you talking about, Jamie? What?" James screamed, "just try and listen to yourself. Just listen to the nonsense words that are coming out of your mouth, Jamie" James said, twisting his indexes around his ears, denoting if she was in her right senses.

"But I heard God himself said it to me, James. I heard him." Jamie said, trying to prove her point in her calmness. She was a woman of little words and was known for her spirit of gentleness. Jamie was just recovering from her child labour. It was just four days after she delivered a new bouncing baby girl. "It was what I personally heard God concerning our baby, trust me."

James adjusted his shirt and lifted his head to face his stressed wife, "Listen to me, woman. I'm not disputing the fact that you do hear from God and that he has spoken to you concerning this little girl" James said, pointing towards the baby in her cot, "I personally also have the conviction that she would be a great child because we are always great in my family, do you understand me? So all these trashes you are now talking about can never work at all. It doesn't makes any sense."

Macbeth knocked once at the door before she turned the knob to enter the living room. She was surprised to meet the couples in a little argument. She dropped her bag loudly on the sofa but still wasn't getting their attention. She had to speak out before they knew of her presence. "And what is this misunderstanding all about?" She asked inquisitively. It was the first time she would find them in such mood. The two greeted the aged woman and kept quiet.

"I don't think it is your greetings I need now but one of you should tell me what this is all about."

"Maybe you should ask your daughter in-law to tell you what her problem is. And let her know God also speaks to us in our family, and that He doesn't speaks trash to us." James said, and hissed, making his way to the burglary proof door that led outside the home.

James' words left Macbeth in the dark and threw her into more confusions. She wondered what her son was talking about. As a matter of fact she wasn't expecting such thing as that to be happening in only few days to their baby's naming ceremony. "What trash?" She asked, turning to Jamie.

Exhausted by the little hot argument with her husband, Jamie sank into the sofa by her right and casted her face to the floor. "God!" She cried, "I know I heard you concerning this matter and you have not only whispered the name of the baby into my hearing but have equally shown it to me. You told me what kind of child she will be and I believed. Now Oh Lord. Reveal what you have revealed to me also to my husband. I know you are capable, Father. In Jesus' name have I prayed.

Macbeth, still looking more confused, took a sit silently by Jamie who had just completed a simple prayer and asked kindly, "my dear daughter, please tell me what this is all about. Please." Jamie adjusted herself and patted the old mother on her back with a pretty smile on her face, "Mama, don't worry yourself. It is well. This is just all about the name of the baby."

"The baby's name?" Macbeth asked, "I thought we already have her names."

"Yea. But God is saying otherwise."

to be continued...

Story by: *ADENIJI MICHEAL (MICHEALHADEN)*