DIE!!! episode 3

DIE! . . . . . . . . . .
EPISODE 3 . . . . . . . . . . .

Bimpe was praying alone in
the church building
when her eyes suddenly
caught a girl of about
twenty years of age running
desperately
towards the church toilet.

She could have
decided to overlook the
scenario, but the girl
seemed helpless as she held
her stomach tightly while she
ran. Bimpe was reluctant as
first, but
within seconds, she firmed her
decision to
rescue and so she hurried after
the girl.
On getting to the toilet, it was
already locked
from inside, Bimpe knocked
and banged the
door hard but the lady inside
wasn’t willing to open up. She
peeped through the key hole
and saw the lady kneeling and
sobbing over the
Water Closet, Bimpe could
hardly hear what she
was saying until she placed her
ear very close to
the door.
“I don’t want to die! God
please help me. . . please. . .I
don’t want to die”
Bimpe hit the door forcefully
again and again,
“You won’t die! Just open up!”
She peeped to
see if the girl made any
attempt to obey but she
appeared not to hear what she
was saying,
Bimpe kicked at the door hard
and shouted even louder,
“Open up for Chris’sake!”
When Bimpe was finally had to
admit that the
girl was either too weak to
open or too
reluctant, she ran into the
church to look for any
object with which she could
break the wooden
door open. Seeing none, she
headed straight towards the
missionary house which was
attached to the
Church. The entrance was wide
open (it couldn’t
have been locked, since the girl
ran out through
it). Bimpe hurried straight
ahead.
Bimpe entered the sitting room
first, she looked around
desperately for any object that
she
could use, her eyes
spontaneously travelled
over the furniture, she
scrutinized it all in case
there was any useable object
lurking in
between them, but there was
none. Towards
the extreme right corner of the
sitting room, just beside a
family picture, Bimpe sighted a
very
useful plank; it would have
worked very fine if
not that it had been nailed to
another wood to
carry a crucified carving of a
man. Bimpe shove
off the thought of breaking
loose the crucifix
for the mission she was
engaging in. She headed into
the other rooms in the house;
as she walked in, she thought
she heard two
very quiet sounds – sounds like
voices. But her
urgent mission did not give
room for that.
Bimpe widened the first door
by her right – it
was ajar and easy to access. It
was dark at first, but the dim
ray of sunlight that reflected
through the curtains revealed
where the switch
was and Bimpe flicked it on to
illuminate the
room.
With eyes opened determinedly
to see anything
useful; anything strong and big
enough to break the toilet
door, Bimpe scanned the room
desperately. Suddenly, her eyes
fell on two
bottles on the floor; the bottles
couldn’t break
the door but they could seal
that mission
forever. The two blue plastic
bottles seemed to
be smiling and dancing
devilishly, mocking her effort.
Two bottles of freshly opened
JIK; one half
empty, the other completely
empty – both telling
Bimpe that there was nothing
she could do to
save the girl, so putting the
pictures together,
nobody needed to tell Bimpe
that the girl had consumed one
and almost half bottles of JIK.
Reviving from that shock,
Bimpe saw the need
to be more urgent with
whatever rescue
method she was going to
offer. In that instance,
she concluded that there was
nothing relatively
useful to that effect in the
room and without turning the
light back off, she left for the
next
room.
She was about to open the
door that appeared
to be locked when she was
distracted by the
sounds from an opposite
room; she needed no
confirmation to know that the
sound was not the chirping
and squeaking of rats but of
two
ecstatic humans. Bimpe turned
around and
barged into the room where
the voices were
emanating without knocking.
Bimpe was hoping to gather a
rescue team from
the room in the missionary
house, but what she was
about to get would be the
shock of her life.
Under a heavy blanket that
seemed to be
dancing when Bimpe entered,
two bodies were
flowing in one rhythm that
seemed only strange
at first sight. Bimpe stared
blankly, she could not
put the pictures here together
until the blanket flung itself
over and two naked bodies
covered
their bodies in shame with
their hands when
they saw her. The lady under
the blanket was a
complete stranger to Bimpe,
but the young man
beside her, whose mouth was
now aghast, was
Pastor Joel’s only son – Marcus!

TO BE CONTINUED.... (episode 4)

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