THE DEVIL IN COURT OVER MY LIFE_PT 1

As I stood before the Judge

It was a warm afternoon; I decided to take a shower before going out to see HER. Right in front of me was a letter in an envelope; I was scared to the bone. I live here all by myself; I lock my doors every time I am going out, who could have come here?

After 5 minutes when I had swallowed all the saliva in my mouth, I mastered the courage to open the letter; I closed my eyes while opening it, so that if it was a bomb from boko haram, I would die with my eyes already closed.

However, it turned out to be different, the letter read “Don't be late for the appointment, exactly 3:00 am”. At this point in time the paper had fallen from my hands. I have not arranged any meeting with any one, more over I should be sleeping by that time. The first thing that came in mind was that may be some of this occultist groups on campus had sent this letter to the wrong address, I checked the salutation of the letter and it bared my name.

I hurriedly sped off to meet my HER. As usual of them I got there 5 minutes late and she wasn't around, after ten minutes she showed up, she took her order and I asked for a glass of water instead of my usual fruit drink, she looked at me suspiciously and asked “What is it this time, did I do anything wrong? If is about the Brazilian hair, then forget it, I don't need it any longer”

With a big sigh, I wondered whether to let her know of what was troubling me or just swallow the pain as we say in our local parlance that it is a man who swallows bitter pills.

Just as she always does, she made her face like one about to cry just to coax me to tell her what ever was bothering me, I did and she weirdly and surprisingly laughed at me. She advised, “Let's go home and see my father, he could pray for you and tell you what to do, but I will introduce you as a friend before he sends you to your early grave”

I declined the idea but she bemoaned me “Please we have to do this, at least for me because I don't want to lose you,” at this point in time she had wiped her tears with the white handkerchief she held in hand. I surrendered to her advised.

After telling my future father in-law my problem, he prayed for me and advised that I should remain calm and see what happens. I was still not fine but I had to feign as though everything was alright. He took my number and said “Young man I will call you first thing tomorrow morning”. Now my problem was where I was going to meet this person for the meeting since there wasn't any venue in the letter.

As I walked home I watched my phone to check the time as it drew closer tick by tick. It was seven hours away when I got home, expecting someone to knock at the door, eventually it was three hours away and no one had called or knocked on my door. I decided to watch a movie to keep me awake, another hour passed and an hour and half passed again and I realised the pop corn that kept my mouth busy couldn't help any longer, I started dozing off. It was a quarter away from 3:00am and I went off. The next moment all I heard was “You are welcome, we are glad you made it finally”, he added “Before you enter the appointment room, you have to change what you are wearing, please take this garment and sandals, someone will come for you soon.” When I was just about asking him a question, he turned his back and left. What is happening to me?”

In the next seconds, a man dressed in fine garment, a little whiter than what I was given, looked me in the face as one who knew me and beckoned. I followed him, we were walking but I realised my feet couldn't touch the beautiful streets I walked on. Suddenly we came to a place where there was a multitude, some were sitting on royal stools, and others stood with long white beards. I saw one who sat on a throne higher than all the others. His face could not be seen, I requested for the man who brought me to give me one of the stools to sit on, but he shook his head in negation. The man sitting in front of me said “You have been called upon to answer some questions. A case has been filed against you”

“On 20th December 2012, your accuser filed a case against you. He is charging you on six different charges.” he said.

Am I in a court, I asked myself “Who is my accuser and what have I done to him?” I quickly reminded myself of the biblical quotation that states that the devil is the accuser of brethren (rev 12vs10).

The devil has six charges against me? I asked amazingly, “He accused you on living a non Christian life over the last three years and that your life has been in shambles, you have done things you shouldn't do, and therefore you are not suppose to see 2013, not to talk of enjoying of its benefits. Now tell these most honourable brethren gathered here, are you guilty or not guilty?” the man sitting on the great throne disclosed.

How could the devil send me to court, could it be because of the pencils I stole in primary school, could it be that I got angry and said things I shouldn't say, or perhaps I have eaten a forbidden fruit, better still could it be that I murdered someone? I asked my self

In the next moment, all I heard was “Are you still sleeping?” I opened my eyes and it was HER, I saw tears drop down my cheek. I realised I had been summoned to heavenly court to respond to charges spelt against me by the devil... I also understood that and angel dropped the letter in my bathroom. The next hearing was not told but was made to know will be communicated to me soon.

The devil has filed a case against me in the Heavenly Court. Stays tuned and get yourself updated on when the next hearing will be...Please if you have any tips for me or an attorney who can help me, do let me know.

Ebo Turkson
To be continued...