"My husband, I heard your voice from inside. What happened?" Mrs. Thompson asked.
Don't mind this blind witch," Mr. Thompson said.
"Blind witch? Who is this blind witch?" Mrs. Thompson asked, confusion etched on her face.
"It's Angela Christian, of course. Who else?" Mr. Thompson replied.
"What did she do?" Trust asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"You won't believe what she said," Mr. Thompson explained. "She came here this early morning, saying we shouldn't let our son, Trust, go out for three days. She claimed it's been programmed that he will die by this time tomorrow, and we should fast and pray for him."
"God forbid! It's her and her parents who will die, not my son," Mrs. Thompson said, her voice laced with anger.
"She's not just a blind witch; she's also a devil from the pit of hell," Trust added, his face twisted in anger.
"Papa, if you ask me, I think we should listen to her," Angela, Mr. Thompson's daughter, said as she walked out of the house. "For her to come here in her blind state this early morning... it means this message is very important."
"Will you shut your mouth? What do you know?" Mr. Thompson asked, his voice rising.
"Don't mind her; her mates are talking about marriage... she's here interfering in matters that don't concern her," Trust said, rolling his eyes.
"Will you go inside and start your morning chores?!" Mrs. Thompson ordered.
"Let's listen to what Angela said before we regret it later. I've said my piece," Angela said, walking inside.
"Shut your mouth there!" Mr. Thompson yelled at her and turned to his wife. "Are you sure Angela is my daughter?"
"What kind of question is that?" Mrs. Thompson asked, taken aback.
Well, Papa/Mama, she's supporting her because she's her namesake. Anyway, I have to be on my way now," Trust said, stepping down from the door post.
"Okay, go well, my son," Mr. Thompson said.
Nothing will happen to you, my son," Mrs. Thompson added.
"Thank you, Papa/Mama," Trust replied and left.
On his way to work, he met Angela walking slowly to her father's house. He walked past her without saying a word, but suddenly stopped when he heard his name being called. Behold, it was Angela calling.
"Uncle Trust, good morning," she said, her voice calm.
Trust turned in shock and surprise. "How on earth did you know I was the one who passed you? I thought you were blind?"
"Yes, I am blind, and God knows you before you were formed in your mother's womb," Angela replied, her faith unwavering.
Trust thought to himself, "Hmm, how am I sure this girl is not truly a witch pretending to be blind? If not, how did she know I was the one who passed?"
"I am not a witch," Angela said, as if reading his mind.
This shocked Trust to his bones. "She also reads minds," he thought.
"Uncle Trust, I delivered a message to your father, and he didn't take it seriously. I am here to repeat it to you... You are not even supposed to go out today, according to the message," Angela said, her voice filled with concern.
"Shut your mouth up! I have every reason to believe you are truly a witch pretending to be blind... Now listen to me, the next time you stop me on my way out or come to my father's house to say rubbish, I'll have your head hung on that stick you're holding, nonsense!" Trust interrupted her angrily.
"Uncle Trust, you have to listen to me... it's about your life," Angela said, almost crying.
"Keep that message to your blind self, bastard!" Trust said and walked away.
"God, why are they not believing me?" Angela asked, looking up with tears in her eyes.
"Angela," John called, walking towards her.
John, where are you?" She asked with a smile.
"I'm here," John said, holding her hands.
"What are you doing here?" Angela asked.
"I'm going to school, and you?" He asked too.
"I'm just coming back from Mr. Thompson's house. I went to deliver a message to him concerning his son, Trust," She said.
"And what is the message all about?" He asked as they began to walk.
"I had a revelation that by this time tomorrow, Trust will die. It has been programmed that way, and the only way it won't happen is if he stays indoors for three days, and his parents must fast and pray for these three days. Else,
Hmm that’s serious, so what did Mr Thompson said when you told him?” He asked.
“He insulted me and asked me out of his house..so on my way home, I met Trust and was about telling him when he started insulting and calling me names.” She said and stopped then turned to John
“Do you really believe me?” She asked
“Yes I believe you because I know you don’t speak of yourself but of God almighty who sent you…. Angela, one thing you know in this our everyday life is that people want to hear positive things when it comes to prophecy, nobody wants to hear negative things about theirselves or their love ones.” John said trying to console his friend.
“I know but I can’t say what I didn’t see.” Angela said.
“Just let them be as long as you have told them.. whatever happens to Trust, his blood will be on him and his parents heads not you Okay?” Chidi said and Angela nod in agreement with a smile.
“Now come let me take you home before going to school.” He said taking her hand.
John took Angela to her father’s house before he went to school.
“Honey, where is my daughter? I haven’t see her this morning.” Mr Christian asked adding some fried eggs to his sliced bre-ad.
“Erm…she went out.” Mrs Christian replied.
“With who?” He asked.
“Alone.” She replied.
“What? So you allowed our daughter to go out alone in this her condition?” He yelled.
“Darling, I tried to stopped her but she wouldn’t listen.” She defend herself.
“Oh please, spare me that jargon, just listen to yourself…..you tried to stopped her but she wouldn’t listen, mimicking his wife. Are you not her mother? How can you allow a blind girl to go out alone?” He yelled at his wife.
“But it not my fault now, you know how stubborn our daughter is.” She said calmly.
“It not your fault, then whose fault?” He asked.
“It my fault, father, I insisted on going out alone.” Angela said as she emerged into the dinning.
Her both parents were just starring at her…her mother stood up and help her sat down on the chair.
“And where are you coming from?” Mr Christian asked.
“I went to Mr Thompson’s house ” Anna said.
“To do what?” Her mum asked.
“To delivered a message.” She said and her parents looked at each other confusedly.
“A message?” They both asked at the same time.
“Yes, a message concerning their son Trust.” She said.
“Concerning their son? And what is this message?” Her mum asked.
“I had a revelation that Trust will die by this time next tomorrow so I went to the them and also what they will do to prevent it not to happen.” She said.
“Angela, You went to say that to Mr Thompson?” Her mum yelled.
“Yes mother.” She replied.
“Heeeey! This girl has killed me.” Her mum said putting her hands on her head.
“Have you see what I am saying?…you are the cause of all this, if you have not allowed her to go out she wouldn’t has gone there to say such word to them that their son will die in three days from now and even give them the exact time.” Mr Christian said with so much fear and anger and turned to Angela, if it happens what do you think they will regard you as.
“Listen to me young girl, from today you will not leave this house again…do you un-derstand?” He said and turned to his wife.
“If anything happens to Trust, people will see our daughter as a witch and I don’t want that… You and your daughter should not bring trouble to me please and also don’t ever allow her to go out alone again it can be very dangerous.” Mr Christian said.
“Father, if I receive a message from my father in heaven I will go out to deliver it.” Angela asked.
“What? Did you hear her?” Mr Christian asked pointing at Anna.
“You don’t talk when your father is talking that’s disrespect.” Mrs Christian advices to bring the matter down.
“Mum please leave me alone.” Angela said.
“Go out without my permission and see what I will do to you.” Mr Christian said and walked away.
“Angela! Angela! Angela! How many times did I called you?” Her mum asked..
“Mum please,,,, I will be in my room.” She said standing up.
“Okay oh, don’t put me into trouble that’s all I have to say.” Her mum said helping her up.
“Fear not mother, no trouble will come to you or dad.” She said and smiled before walking away. Her mother just starred at her in surprised and shook her head.
Three days later, Trust woke up early morning…he took his bath and got dressed for work. He came out of the house and met his parents sitted outside.
“Papa/Mama, good morning.” He greeted.
“Ah my son you are set for work alre-ady?” His father said.
“Yes papa, I have to be on my way.” He said
“My son won’t you eat before you go?” His mother asked.
“No mama, I don’t feel like eating.” He said.
“Okay my son go well.” His mother said and he nod. He took two step away from his parents when he felt like something hit his head.
“Aaah my head!” He screamed and his parents rushed to him.
“Trust what it’s?” His father asked.
“My head….my..hea….” He didn’t complete his s£ntence before he died.
“Trusy! Trust! They shooked him.” His mother called with a loud voice which makes Angela their daughter who was in the kitchen to come out.
“Mama, what happened to him?” Angela asked.
“I don’t know, your brother just screamed my head and fell down.” Mr Thompson said.
Angela bend down and place her ear on his chest and removed it with shocked when she noticed he was not breathing.
“Heey! Trust is dead.” Angela said crying.
“No! No! My son can’t die.” Mr Thompson said…
Mrs Thompson screamed on top of his voice and it attracted people to their house
“Papa, have you see it now, Angela came here day before yesterday to warn us but you and mama didn’t listen to her..if we have given listen ear to her message my brother wouldn’t have died.” Angela said crying.
“Heey! Angela has killed my son oh.” Mrs Thompson said crying seriously.
Mr Thomapson went inside his house and took his cutlass.
“Papa where are you going with a cutlass?” Angela asked.
“I am going to kill that witch the way she killed my son.” Mr Thompson replied running out of the house while his wife and some others people ran after him including Angela
They went to Mr Christian’s house who was about going to work.
“Where is your witch daughter?” Mr Thompson asked
“My daughter is not a witch.” Mr Christian retaliated
“Which other way do we describe her if not witch.” Mrs Thompson asked
“please hold it there, my daughter is not a witch.” Mrs Christian said coming out of the house.
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