Alamu and Aremu

in #alamu6 years ago (edited)

Alamu and Aremu woke up one lovely
morning, they yawned hungrily from their
ten foot sick-foam bed, and the warms in
their bellies gave good sound of warning
of needed food because they slept last
night without food. Two jobless and lazy
fellows they were, who would not find a
means to engage hands in meticulous
profiting jobs to do.
They stepped their feet outside of their
dilapidated village building to empty the
urine stored in their bellies at the left
corner of the building verandah. The
castigating early morning sun that shone
on them made them grunt and their
unending hunger became more delirious.
“Aremu, is this how we are going to stay
this morning without having nothing to
eat?” Alamu asked, sitting down on a long
wooden bench outside their building.
“Alamu, what do we do? But, I thank I
have an idea!” Alamu had responded
sitting beside his devil like mind friend.
They had a consensus that they would
have to survey different farmlands to see
of what they could stole to feed bellies
and to meet end means.
The duo journeyed with their feet to a
nearby village farmland with a big sack
carefully folded under Alamu’s armpit.
It was a smooth game for them, they had
found themselves in an orange farmland,
they had filled their sack with big and ripe
oranges, and they filled and filled until the
sack got to the brim and to their
satisfaction. “We’ve done a good job,
Alamu” Aremu intoned. “Yeah bro, but we
need to move out before the owner of the
farm or passersby behold us” Alamu
advised. So, they began their journey until
they had a consensus of retiring to a
solemn place where they would share their
loot. There was a cemetery not too far
around, they got to the cemetery, it was
locked from the outside, they were terrified
and their thoughts failed them on what to
do. Then, it came to Alamu’s
consciousness, “let’s try the fence” they
agreed and as they were climbing, their
full sack of oranges let go of two pieces of
oranges in the climbing process. They had
to let that be, owing to the fact they still
had a whole lot in the sack.
They sat on a tomb, which read “She died
in peace, we leave her to rest in the b---
m of the lord, Jesus is coming very soon”
the two friend looked each other curiously
in the eyes and shake off the worry and
they began sharing their looted oranges.
Alamu picked the first orange and began
“see, Aremu, we would share this oranges
simultaneously, One for me; one for you”
and so they began sharing “One for me;
one for you”
There was a certain drunk, having drunk
to stupor was returning from his vigil of
drinking expedition. Walking unconsciously
through the cemetery. Just then, he began
hearing thick unfamiliar voices, echoing
like as if it had supernatural tones “One
for me; one for you” then it came to his
sub-conscious ‘he was in the middle of a
cemetery’ no one told him before the
accumulated dizziness of beer cleared
from his reverie, he swiftly ran like a thief
caught in the middle of stealing in a witch
doctor cocoa plantation, panting seriously
as he jumped the fence and ran to the
only Church in the village; an old Anglican
church. The pastor was on his knees
facing the alter, gone far away in prayer.
“Jesu, Oluwa, I bound every evil spirit out
of this premises, ati ko wipe, Jesus is
lord, jesu li Oluwa” The drunk interrupted
the pastor from his evil spirit casting with
speed as he ran into the church. “Pastor,
pastor, I heard it, I heard it pastor; you
need to come hear it” the pastor was
confused and was in trepidation “what did
you hear sir?” the pastor asked picking up
his bible that fell off him when the drunk
ran in. “pastor, as I was coming and
passing by, unconsciously I was, because,
I have to admit, I was drunk, I never knew
what led me to pass the cemetery, pastor
what I heard was terrible and terrific.” He
intoned panting profusely “it is well, but
tell me what you heard” “pastor, I heard
God and the devil, yes, the two of them
voices, rapture is about to take place,
what am I even saying? It has begun
already, they started from the dead ones
in the cemetery, I heard God saying one
for me, and one for you, they were really
arguing seriously, with their voices
echoing, pastor, if you hear, you would
know it was truly voices of the
supernaturals” the pastor was curious and
confused, and unable to know what else
to say or do. He then picked up his bible,
a bell and a holy water in a table water
bottle. “Let’s go sir, we must overcome
the devil” ‘Satan we rebuke you’ was all
the pastor was singing as they carefully
picked up their steps to the cemetery
Alamu and Aremu were almost done with
their sharing, the only way was to share it
one after the other, for commercial
purpose, Sagba market was three days
away, there should really be some
commodity to sell, and here it was, good
oranges to sell and to swell pocket with.
The pastor, got to the outside of the
cemetery, the gate was locked as this
man had said, then these mystery voices
began piercing ears again, ‘one for me;
one for you’ “pastor can you hear, how
mysterious these voices were, and you
could sense the urge of seriousness in the
sounds, we must resist the devil” the
pastor, convinced, brought out his bible
and began opening psalm 91 to rebuke the
Satan with trembling voice
The duo of Alamu and Aremu, having done
with what they were sharing, satisfied of
course, remembered there were other two
oranges which had fallen when they were
jumping the fence. Then Aremu said, “oh,
remember, the other two that are outside,
those ones, just right at the entrance too
we share, One for me; one for you” the
pastor and the drunk having heard this
last part, looked each other in their faces
and picked up an unending marathon and
began shouting in the process… “Blood of
Jesus, jesu! Jesu! Jesu!” “Pastor wait for
me, pastor! Pastor!! Pastor!!! Wait… wait…
THE END

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