Monday, August 12, 2013

Talebearing24: A Wicked Man Used His Intimate Friend For Money Ritual!

        Men are desperate and unpredictable when it comes to money matter. What can we say of a wicked man who used his intimate friend for money ritual? Can we finally conclude as they used to say that there is no intimate friend again but only the counterpart! The story goes thus:
Mr  Godstime was a taxi-driver in a city where there was a large number of people and availability of social amenities that made lives better for living. He had been doing this driving job for a long time in which he had built a house of himself but still he was not contented with all he had.
         On one busy afternoon, he was hired as a drop by two women to a village seventy-five kilometers from the city. Both parties agreed on the price before the beginning of the journey which was to and from meaning that Mr Godstime needed to wait to transport them back to the city. In the course of the journey, the two women were discussing their mission to the village while Mr Godstime was eavedropping to their conversation.
When they got to their destination, the two women went into the hut to see an herbalist. The hut was located beside the road where he parked his taxi waiting for their return. It took the two women almost two hours to be done with the herbalist but before they returned from the hut, Mr Godstime had mastered every angle of the hut for future reference. They entered the taxi and travelled back to the city lately.
        In the following morning, before the first cock crew, the herbalist had left his hut to his farm thirty kilometers away from his hut. In the evening, Mr. Godstime returned to the village to seek for the herbalist's assistance but he met his absence, on his way coming out from the hut, he met a woman who asked him who he was looking for, he told her that it was the herbalist he was looking for. The woman told him that he could only see the herbalist on Mondays and Fridays. He thanked the woman and returned home unhappy. That was on Tuesday.
    

The incoming Friday was very far! He could not wait to see the herbalist. Very early on Friday morning, he got up, dressed up and headed to the village. Fortunately for him, he met the herbalist as he was coming from the farm on the roadside very close to his hut. The herbalist could not recognize him until Mr Godstime vividly explained himself to him on how he transported two women to him on Monday. "What can I do for you" the herbalist asked? Mr Godstime frankly told him that he wants to do money ritual. The herbalist said; no problem but there are different types of money rituals. He itemized them but none of them was easy and simple for Mr Godstime to choose. He told the herbalist that he would get back to him and that was how he left the village contemplating on what to do.
            Three days after, one of his intimate friends in his neighborhood died and the "good news" got to him through his neighbor. Mr Godstime wept bitterly but suddenly a thought came to his mind about his ambition on money ritual he intended to do with respect to what he was asked to bring for the rite. Mr Godstime quickly got up and went to the house of the deceased with a well-sharpened knife in his pocket.
When he got there being the fact he was known by the relatives of the deceased, he was allowed to come in into the room where the deceased was laid. He cried as if the death of his friend pained him to the marrow, not knowing that he had his own hidden agenda to perpetrate. He was consoled to stop crying but he refused.
            Because of his hidden agenda, Mr Godstime slept in the room where the deceased was laid. In the midnight when other people had returned to their homes except his few relatives who were very afraid to stay with the deceased slept in the other room, Mr Godstime brought out the well-sharpened knife and cut the body part of the deceased hurriedly and secretly, put it in his pocket and left quickly in the following dawn which was Friday.
            Mr Godstme headed to the village to see the herbalist on their last discussion and the latest improvement on what he was asked to bring.On getting to the village, he was fortunate to meet the herbalist in his hut. The herbalist welcomed him and saw joy and happiness on his face. He asked Mr Godstime for any development but Mr Godstime could not wait for the herbalist before he brought the "body part" of his late friend for the ritual. The herbalist told him to come back after three days because of the other rites he needed to do.
            As Mr Godstime was returning home, he started thinking how he would buy houses, build houses, buy cars, travel far and wide, marry another wife and some other things. On Monday, which was the third day Mr Godstime was told to return for his money making herb collection, he could not wait to see the herbalist for the herb. Everything was set for Mr Godstime to be rich. When he got to the village, the herbalist had been expecting him to come for the herb, he greeted the herbalist and he was given the herb that would make him rich and told him how he would use the herb as follows:
put this herb under your pillow and in the dearth of the night, someone would come to him that the solution to his sickness was with him, after giving him the herb, he would now ask Mr Godstime to name his price any amount  he says would be given to him. Mr Godstime said; he would say  20 billion naira, the herbalist said any amount would be given to him in return to his "generosity" but seriously warned him to be very careful because the herb didn't have remedy. That was how Mr Godstime left the village over-excitably.
           Mr Godstime was very happy to the marrow thinking that in the next few days, he would be stinkingly rich. He adhered strictly to the instructions given to him by the herbalist. He put the herb under the pillow expecting the "expected visitor" to come for it. Initially, he was sitting on a chair beside the bed but not quite long when he started dozing, when he could not hold the sleep any longer, he lied on the bed and slept off. Suddenly, the ghost appeared and shouted! Mr.The sickness I am having I was told that you have solution to it, please!! give me the solution!! Mr Godstime was very frightened because the herbalist didn't tell him that the ghost of his friend would be the one to come for the herb. He said; yes!! It is true! I have it, he put his hand under the pillow, brought it out and gave it to him. The ghost now said; thank you!! How much will I pay for this generosity in a hurry? Mr Godstime wanted to say 20 billion naira but because he was completely frightened, he said; 20! 20 naira! The ghost said; ok! no problem, I had it here, he dipped his hand in his wrapper and brought out 20 naira and gave him. Immediately, the ghost disappeared and Mr Godstime burst into tears. Since then, no matter how much he made from driving in a day, the amount that would remain in his pocket when he got home would be 20 naira.
          Mr Godstime went back to the herbalist to explain his ordeals to him and how he could help him from this ugly mess he caused himself. Unfortunately, the herbalist told him that there was no remedy except God's intervention. Mr Godstime left the village hopelessly to the city and carried his cross. Mr Godstime did not wait for God's time. It was disheartening!

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