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!
