Chapter 8 My mummy!

Buried Alive.

(for miracle)

Episode 8️⃣

... We got up, but it was too difficult to leave my husband behind. I wept b!tterly as my daughter wouldn't stop pulling my hand up so we could leave there and I didn't have any choice but to leave there and let God be the judge.

We ran as fast as we could, taking the back road and when we got to one of the junctions leading to the village, I asked Layla to return home but she initially refused, and then agreed when I persisted. She cried turning around to look at us as she walked away even though my daughter and I too couldn't stop crying, we had to wait for a few more minutes to be sure she had walked past the bushy junction before proceeding to God knows where.

My daughter and I took the other route and we ran as fast as we could for like 30 minutes, resting, panting, and racing again, till we arrived at the other village. Everywhere was already so quiet and I was so sc@red I wouldn't lie.

"If we proceed from here, who knows if we will make it home alive? It's better to see if we can spend the night here rather than proceeding" I said looking around.

"Here? How? " My daughter asked.

"We don't even know anybody here" She added.

"Hmmm... let's walk down a little maybe we will find an abandoned house or an uncompleted building. It's better spending the night there than these their dem0nic village houses" I said grabbing my daughter's hand as we journeyed through the paths alone.

We only walked for a few minutes, turning and looking around, and we began to hear the voice of someone who was praying at the top of his voice. My daughter and I turned our heads to look at each other, and my daughter asked, "Is that a human being or a spirit"

"I don't think it's a spirit. Come" I said, and we started to trace the voice. It was coming from this bungalow beside the road.

We knocked on the door of the building, and the person paused immediately.

"Who is it?" We heard him question.

"Good evening sir" My daughter and I both greeted but he didn't respond. We were there for some 20 seconds hoping he would open up but he didn't, and I knocked again but he refused to answer.

"Mom, let's just go, I don't think it's safe here" My daughter said pulling my arm.

As soon as we turned to leave, he unbolted the door from behind and my daughter and I turned swiftly. The door came open, and this middle aged man who was carrying a lamp raised a bit above his head so he could see our faces, voiced out.

"Yes?" He asked looking at both of us.

"Erm... Good evening sir" I greeted.

"Good evening. From where? How may I help you?" He quizzed.

"Ermm... Sir, we were on our way to the town but we missed our way so we decided to come into this village maybe we could get a place to rest our heads till morning. We heard you praying while we were passing so we decided to branch. My husband is actually a pastor, and this is my daughter"

"Oh ok, please come in" He said opening the door ajar.

We stepped in and were made to sit on a sofa, while he sat on a couch facing us.

"I'm Pastor Nathan, I'm from Bayelsa State and I'm the pastor of the church in the village here. I didn't come with my family though, they are back home but they come here whenever the kids are on holiday, and I do visit them from time to time too"

"You mean, people around here do not have problems with you or your religion?" I asked with curiosity.

"Not at all. But I heard it's otherwise in some of the villages around here"

"Where did you say you were coming from?" He quizzed and I immediately turned my head and looked at my daughter.

"From... the neighboring village sir."

"At this time?" He said looking at his wall clock.

"What about your husband?"

"Ermmm... He's in the neighboring village, sir. But I wouldn't want to talk about that now till I'm through with whatever I want to sort out at home. We were actually on our way home, to Akure" I said.

"Oh, you're from Akure?" He asked and I nodded.

That night, he offered us food but we couldn't eat. He asked why, and we told him we were very ok. He shared God's words with us, and we also prayed together. His house had three bedrooms and he gave us one of the rooms for the night and as soon as my daughter and I stepped in, we sat on the bed and we wept covering our mouths. We couldn't even sleep a wink, we sat like that on the bed till dawn. I had this belief that God was going to perform His wonders somehow. So I wasn't weeping cos I lost my husband, I was weeping cos of the sufferings my family had gone through.

There was this gold-colored wall clock on the wall. As soon as it was 6 am, we showered, and we left the room to inform the pastor that we were ready to leave. As soon as he opened the door to see us, his jaw dropped.

"What is it? Where are you off to this early?" He questioned.

"Sir, thank you for everything. We need to leave now so we can walk to the town before the sun rises" I said with a smile.

"What?! Walk?!!" He asked in exclamation.

"You mean you want to walk from here all the way to the town?"

"Yes... Sir" I said shyly, scratching my neck.

"Is there something you're not telling me? " He quizzed staring at me and I smiled looking away.

"There must be something you're not telling me. Look at both of you, your eyes are so swollen and red" He said.

"We wouldn't like to bother you with our story sir cos, it's a very long one. We just want to go home" I said.

"No you can't do that, it's too far a distance. Ok just be patient, let me make you something to eat, and then we talk. Then I'll drop you off at the park in town. How about that?" He asked.

I bowed my head and I exhaled.

"Ok sir" I said nodding, and tears began to flow down freely from my face.

"Please, let's talk first" He said pointing toward his living room.

We went into the living room, and sat on the couch. I was about to open my mouth to start explaining what had happened when we heard someone coughing all of a sudden. We all turned swiftly towards the direction and the pastor stood up and dashed into the room where the sound was coming from.

"But... I thought... he said..." I said in stutters looking at my daughter.

"What's going on?" My daughter asked looking back at me and I shook my head.

"Halleluyah" The pastor screamed all of a sudden from the room.

"My Mommy!" We heard from the room and I stood up immediately.

And then, someone walked out of the room with a bandage on his head, and was limping. Lo and behold, it was my son, Sammy...

To be continued.