CHAPTER TWO

Days running into weeks and weeks into months since Mum left. Things has not been good for me, I fight in school more often, I go to night clubs ,this was never part of me, I now take hard drugs and do some other unusual things. I wasn't happy, I stopped going to school for a while and my Dad wasn't really bothered because he was fed up with my recent behaviour.

My Dad, one of the most influential Men in the state, he's wealthy and has a lot of properties within and outside the country he is known and regarded as Chief Edwin, he gave birth to me after seven years of marriage. I was cherished and brought up in a wealthy way. I had everything I wanted, I had the best vacations, clothing and a lot of personal belongings I was a happy and responsible son not until my mum died.

Dad left very early in the morning, leaving me at home. I watched him as he drove past the gate then I went back into the house, all of a sudden the scene of my Mum on a pool of blood and my Dad pouring blood on her picture flashed back to my memory, I began to walk up and down I was so confused , bittered and I cried all day. From the parlor i went to the kitchen,from the kitchen to the dinning then from there I went to my Dad's room. It wasn't locked today as he normally locks his room before leaving on work days. Just looking round the room and admiring it's beauty, I spotted a red cloth at the tail end of the wardrobe, I drew closer with my heart panting slowly, the wardrobe wasn't locked and I curiously opened it "oh my God" I said with my mouth wide open. These were exactly the materials I saw in my dream "Dad is an occultist he killed Mum" I shouted amidst tears I became more furious and restless. I waited for Dad to come back.

He came back some hours later.He met me in an unusual mood but he chose to ignore me then I burst out not even caring to greet or say welcome, "why are you so wicked? why are you heartless Dad? I saw the materials you are an occultist Dad and you killed mum you used her for rituals, now I know my dreams are not telling me lies but you are the one feeding me with liii..." I couldn't complete my statement before a slap landed on my face, I fell back to the sofa I was sitting before he came back " how could you say that, are you out of your mind? how dare you talk to your father like that? I can see you've lost your manner of respect, it was my fault that I didn't bring you up the way I should", "anyway you are leaving this house" my Dad said and dashed into his room.

I sat down stunned,surprised at Dad's last statement. Then I wondered where I will be going to, leaving my parents house at an early stage of my life was never something I thought of I cried the more. The next morning, Dad called me out "Davis Davis come here right now" I sensed anger in voice "yes Dad I'm here" when I came out I saw two men standing in the parlor they looked like police officers though they were not dressed in their uniforms. I stood in front of my Dad to hear what he has to say "you this foolish son, I gave you everything you ever wanted but you chose to become a criminal" my Dad accussed me of stealing just to give a reason for chasing me out of the house, he knew I have known his secret and that was the only option he had to make himself safe " from now on I disown you, you are no longer my son I can't stay with a criminal any longer" my Dad ranted the more "take him away I don't want to see him here again". The two men grabbed me and took me away.

All this while I was quiet, I didn't alter a word till I was taken from the face of my father. I could only help my self with tears. I was still in shock of what just happened "Dad just disowned me" I cried the more.

Actually my Dad has arranged with those men to take me far away from where he stays, they took me to some old couples I don't know but Dad knows them, I was not aware until we got there. All the way , I never said any word to anyone, only the expression and tears on my face could tell someone my present predicament, I wasn't in a good mood at all. Finally we got to our destination our car parked in front of a black gate then I saw two old couples coming out with their hands wide to embrace me but I wasn't in the mood and moreover I don't know them. Smiles on their faces, tears and anger on mine, we went in and the men who brought me drove off almost immediately.

"We've been expecting you son welcome home" said Baba James "yes son you are welcome" his wife added with smiles on their faces. I was still breathing heavily and furious when they asked me some questions which I didn't bother answering anyone, the food they brought for me I threw it at them and scattered the stool with which it was kept, I starting roaring and shouting like an injured lion . Baba James and his wife became shocked and started shouting the blood of Jesus "the blood of Jesus!".

Baba James and his wife were actually godly couples they feared God in all aspect of life they had only one son whom they brought up in like manner, but he was not around he has gone fend for himself . My parents were totally different from these couples I mean Mum and Dad were never christians, my Mum was just a church goer but my Dad knew nothing about Christian beliefs he was just focused on his career. It took me two weeks to recover by then Baba James had already fed me with God's word, he preached to me after which I gave my life to Jesus. I felt joy like I've never felt.

With time, I took Baba James and his wife as my parents, I loved them so much and they took much care of me.