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Confession Of A Funaab Yahoo Boy: The Tales Of Gbadebo—– Episode 48 by thankgod(m): 02:50pm On 8 Aug 2017
After two weeks, I had finally gotten
someone who said she wants to buy up the properties in my late mom’s shop.
The woman called me while I went to
meet her at her place. From there we
went to the shop and met the shock of
my life. The shop had already been
taken by someone else. While properties inside were packed outside. Rain sef
don beat the properties, clothes, chairs
and other things. The thing pain me
reach bone. I had to call the owner of the
complex. She said it wasn’t her fault that
they had already informed me but I refused to come pick up the stuffs so
they had to pack them outside for the
new occupier to move in. The interested
buyer wasn’t pleased with some of the
things she saw. After a targeted price I
had placed on my mind. Na there price change oo because rain don spoil some
of the things like provisions and eatable
stuffs. The woman selected some few
things she could. She come give me
N100,000. I rejected it because what
she took was way up to N1m and was giving me N100,000. She was saying
that she doesn’t even need them, only
that she just pitied me. She was even
encouraging me to take the money
because even if I didn’t, those things will
stay there and rot away. I saw some sense in what she was saying. But what
she was offering me was way too low,
“peanut.” My friend I came there with
took me to a corner to advise me. He
said I should ask the woman to just add
small money on the N100,000. He said that if I refuse to give it to the woman, I
may not see any other person that will
buy the goods again. “Goods wey the
former owner die.” “Naija wey we get
funny superstitious believe.” I heeded to
my friend’s advice and asked the woman to add some money on top of the
N100,000 she offered considering that
we didn’t even have reasonable stuffs
inside the shop before my mom died.
“My mom sef didn’t go to market for a
period of 4 months before she died. Our shop was even getting empty sef then.”
At first when I told the buyer to add more
money to the one she offered, she
refused but later added N5,000 to the
N100,000. I collected it and went my
way. Three days later, I started noticing that I
was having burning sensations around
my body. Each time I want to urinate, na
mixture of blood and urine dey come out.
“Chaiii, Another trouble.” My friend Ali I
was staying in his place. He attends Mountain Of Fire ministries. Ali said I
should follow him to their church to see
his pastor. I refused. I don tire to dey go
pastor own. If I still go there, the small
money wey I get, dem go still collect am
from me. I totally refused to follow him go see his pastor.
Days past, I was looking slimmer. My
eye balls were becoming whiter with my
palms. I was noticing it and was ready
for anything, even if it was death. “I was
tired of the life and sufferings I was going.” With what I was going through, I
find it difficult to urinate. I vomit often. I
had gone to about 2 hospitals and
doctors couldn’t diagnose anything. The
worse part of it, I got a call from the
tenants staying at my place. They said my mom’s family members had
threatened them out of the house. Infact
they went ahead to bring a calved
wooden figurine threatening them that if
they didn’t leave the house, they all
would die. Me sef come tire. I didn’t know what to do. At my very young age,
going through all those kind of things. I
was so tired of life. “My academics was
still hanging with 2 courses still holding
me. CGPA don drop drastically”. Na
third class I dey. “My health was going down and I don’t just know if I was
cursed!” I was still yet to tell Ali about my
dubious means, my yahoo yahoo
dealings in the past. He was just seeing
me as a humble innocent young man.
Yes, that is what I am, but what I was, he doesn’t know. On several occasions,
he had invited a prayer group from their
church to pray for me.
On one of the visits of the prayer group,
one of the pastors said I was the cause
of my problem. He said I should confess my sins, do restitution and I would be
free from all the problems I was going
through. “Infact he vividly said I had a
covenant with the devil which had
expired. The covenant requires
renewing that’s why I was going through all that and if I didn’t renew it, it would
cost me my life.” But I thought it to be a
foolish decision. “I am the only one
(except Abisoko and Uchenna) who
knew how I got the money to build house
and other things I did. I was leaving a life of lies.” My friend Ali had asked me if I
was hiding anything from him, but I told
him, “none.” Denying all the pastor had
said. To me, I didn’t believe all that the
pastor had said. The ones I believed
duped me. I and my mom were conned. “It’s another avenue to be conned,” I
thought to myself. But I was going down
health wise, physically. Life was
becoming boring and vague to me. The
once Gbadebo that was smart and
intelligent, great dreams had become a shadow of himself.
This particular Thursday, I was vomiting
blood, Ali was not at home. He had
traveled to Ibadan for some pressing
issues. I felt weak. It looked as if I was
going to die. I had to manage myself and went to a nearby chemist shop. The
woman said she can’t do anything for
me, that I should go to the hospital. She
had to beg her brother to help
accompany me to the hospital. The
brother agreed as we left for the hospital with his motorcycle. The boy sef no try.
He just dropped me and helped me into
the waiting corner whilehe left. I was
seated at the place to see the doctor
when a man who was wearing a white
garment like celestial church member was jumping from corner to corner
preaching and laying hands on people.
He was accompanied by two ladies and
a man, all wearing white garment. I
guessed they were from a celestial
church. Women were coming to him, bringing their children for the man of
God to lay hands on them. He was
speaking in Yoruba language. Some
were like, “daddy you have not touch my
child oooo.” “No be wetin I come for be
this nah” I thought to myself. I had to call one of the nurses who was busy
directing the scenes of the man of God.
She was carrying the cele man of God
from place to places. I called her to
attend to me. Na so dem just ignore me.
“Abi dem no know say my own na emergency case.”
After many minutes of the Pastor with
prayers, the doctors started attending to
us. I was given an injection and some
drugs. I began feeling very weak. I was
asked to come back the next two days. Two days later, I was feeling a little
better. I went back to the hospital and
still saw the Cele man of God I saw two
days back. “It seemed they were now
turning the hospital into a healing school
or prayer ground.” The man of God of was laying hands on people with his
deep Yoruba accent. As usual, mothers
carrying their children to him for special
laying of hands.
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