20/08/2021
Hi Beloved!!! Trust that we are doing fine!!
The Will Wheel is coming to an end with part 6 as the final part. Enjoy this!!!
You have a will and this will controls your wheel.
THE WILL WHEEL 4
“Where are you? Where are you? You have still held on to your will and now you are moving the wheel all by yourself” the young boy she saw in the village told her. Happy to see the boy again, she rushed towards him. “I am close to finding him – my husband, please just direct me, please!” she begged. “You aren’t getting this at all” the boy said walking away. “Don’t you leave me!!! My life is counting on this”. The young lady, who was kneeling beside her, splashed water on her face. “Ah…Ah” she moaned breathing heavily on the mat where she was laid. She turned and looked at the lady. “Where am I?” she asked sitting up. “You are in my room, I am a learning nurse so I had an Idea on what I could do to help you because nobody wanted to help you, they all said you were a nobody peharps a spirit” she answered. “Eh that’s not my portion. It is their families and generations that are spirits” she said angry but in a low tone. “So …where are you from? and what the hell are you doing in this city?” she asked. “Nurse, can you give me some water?” she asked politely in a bid to dodge the question.
“Oh sorry, I almost forgot” she apologized and left for another room. She returned soon with a tray in her hand. When it landed on her hands, Grace thought she was dreaming, this was a good sign. Happy and hungry, she munched the meal passionately. The girl watched her as she voraciously tore in pieces the meat. She had not eaten any meaningful dish in weeks, this was a miracle, and she had to enjoy this like a lioness feasting on her first kill.
When she was done, she belched. The sound was pretty annoying, “I am sorry for that” she apologized. “Thank you so much, the meal was delicious, it is the best meal I have had in days” she commented. “Oh you welcome… Now back to my question, where are you from?” she raised the question without hesitation. “I am from a village in the outskirts of this city. I came looking for my husband” she gave a honest reply. The young girl laughed out very loudly and it took some moments later before she got hold of herself. “see, at first I thought you were a mad person because you were whispering nonsense while you slept but now you have confirmed it. You travelled from who-knows-where village, to this city looking for your HUSBAND? Where is he?” she asked. She felt insulted but she didn’t want to take this personal, “Here, you might know him” she said giving her the folded piece of paper. The lady opened it and smiled, “so Jesus is the husband you can all the way here for?” she said giggling. “Yes of course. Do you know him?” she asked curiously. “Uhm… People talk of him, but I don’t think he is real at all, you should just return to the village because the next time you faint, I will not be there to save you” she advised. “Why now aunty, I really need to find him, he has promised to marry me and as soon as we see, we are going to meet my mother for marriage blessings” she said.
The lady was silent for some seconds. She exhaled before she continued, “I have not seen anyone as foolish as you in my life”, “Aunty no now, why do you keep insulting me like this” Grace interrupted gently. “Do you want to marry the air?” she asked. “No, I only seek my husband and I saw his younger brother who told me to come looking for his brother” she answered. “Stop seeking the invisible air, if you like see his grandmother or grandfather, you will die seeking and nobody will ever marry you” she barked. Silence filled the room again.
“Or I have a suggestion” the lady said, “Would you like to make so much money like really much?” she asked. “Yes but if the money will help me locate my husband” Grace snapped. “Okay… there’s this business I run alongside my nursing business, you have to satisfy men with your body and trust me men in this city will give you all their money” she proposed. “What? Satisfy – like on the bed?” Grace asked. “Eh if you would want a table, chair or anywhere you feel is comfortable” the lady added. Grace stood up immediately adjusted her clothes and carried her polythene bag, “Aunty, I am so grateful, you helped me this day. I really appreciate it but I have to leave now” she snorted. “Okay, if you want to leave, you have to pay me the money for that food you ate, what you ate costs one thousand naira only… so give it to me now!” the lady barked. She didn’t have any money, what could she do?
“If you don’t give me I will kill you now! Or you join me in my business?” she threatened pointing a sharp knife at her. “Please don’t do this, I can’t just give my body to anybody! Okay I will do everything to pay my debt… wash your clothes, clean the house, compound and all but I can join your business please” Grace pleaded.
THE WILL WHEEL 5
“I am not the one you will kill, you this wicked thing” Grace murmured as she jumped the fence with her bag on her head. She had been ordered to sweep the backyard and this was the first escape opportunity she had since her last two weeks of slavery. Monica, the lady who saved her life, sold her to her friend, an old retired soldier, for one thousand five hundred naira, was she that worthless? Perhaps, she just wanted to get rid of her.
Every day she worked like an animal which knew no rest and the jobless man was always around watching her. But this time, he had let down his guard.
Off she went, far away to nowhere because she didn’t know anywhere. She then remembered the address that Mbanu gave her. She brought it out and decided to be asking people if they knew either address or her husband. If she could ask twenty people, then some good directions would come.
She started moving from shop to shop, and nobody wanted to help. She had started since morning when she arrived and it was afternoon already yet there was nothing at all. Could it be true that who she was seeking was a spirit? Where is his younger brother now? The young boy had put her in this mess and left her!
“Sometimes adults shouldn’t listen to strange children because they say strange things”. She was tired really exhausted. She sat beside a fenced building. ‘Go in and ask there’ something whispered. “Hmm” she said in surprise, who was talking? Hope she wasn’t running mad? She had to go back to the village, ‘But… Come on! the shame would be too much, she would die in shame because she gathered all the energy in her for this journey’. What will her mother say? Cynthia will mock her till she buries herself in the grave, she will become the laughing stock of the community.
She can’t go back this way! She stood up and went to the gate.
Bang! She struck the big black gate. “Yes… who is there?” a masculine voice answered in a rash tone. The gate opened and the man stood before her. “Who are you, and what looking for?” he asked. “Good afternoon sir I am looking for J.E.S.U.S that’s the person’s name” she said showing him the paper. “Eh, you see this is not a church, I think people in church can help you because you need mental help. You come to a hotel looking for Jesus? Your must be lost… let me help you” he said looking at her.
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‘Church’- she never entered any of these in the village. There was always one popular story which lasted about the church; a certain time some desperate church people came to the village to build a church promising them that the village will change and development will come. Some weeks later, the followers of the church were no longer following the customs and traditions and this caused the youths to go on a riot and burnt down both the church and church people. Although some escaped and never returned and those who followed them were asked to change their beliefs or die and many died. The story happened a very long time ago and here she was again entering a church, hope she too won’t die when she returns to her village? Well she only needs her husband and thereafter disappear.
Tired, she entered the compound. Surprised at how the gates were opened wide for her entry, hope revived! Her husband must have been waiting for her. She stood before the short man who had a funny looking beard. “Thank you sir for letting me in” she thanked, “No problem” the man said with a grin. “Please do you know this person? Does he live here?” she asked pointing at the name on the paper which was now in pieces but she had the name on her mind, ‘J.E.S.U.S’. “Go there” the man instructed and walked away. She felt like jumping high in the sky, finally after all her suffering, she would see him face to face. “Thank you” she said happily as she headed for the building. When she entered people filled the building and were doing things she couldn’t understand. She saw some lying on the ground, and many were in tears. “Jesus! Help my soul!!!” somebody screamed some distance away, why was her husband name mentioned, ‘he must be a really important person’ she thought, then others started calling him. Her eyes were wide open, she wanted to see him, where would he pass? What robe was he wearing? She needed to be alert so that she could seize her moment.
The building was filled with cries, groaning and languages that she barely could understand. Was this really the right place? What were they doing? She waved the thoughts and focused on beholding her husband.
Suddenly she began feeling a weight on her head. She felt like she was carry plenty firewood on her head. “Yeh…” she moaned bending in a very uncontrollable manner till she was on her knees. “What is this!” she screamed aat the top of her voice. She was in tears, the weight was too much or was it her village taboo punishing her? There and then, the weight left. At first she thought it was a joke, she stood up and jumped, “hey” she said smiling. She looked at the man in white standing by the pavement. The man looked very handsome, ‘That must be him’ she said to herself. She began moving through the seats to get to the front. As she moved step by step forward, it was like she was drowning. Each step she took made her sink deeper in the pool.
She got halfway close but with so much struggle and energy. And she passed out on the ground.
