Chapter 3: Eyes of the Pastor

[Rule One: Baba Kongming don craze finish. The thing wey dey fuel the Seven-Star Lamp na sense wey never spoil.]

These words just dey ring for my head. I begin dey careful.

“The lamp oil don finish. Abeg, General, help me find more.” Pastor Lanre smile.

I look this fine young man, no sign of craze for him face. If even this big brain for our camp don craze, wetin remain?

But no choice, I just brace myself reply, “I fight today tire, mind no stable. Oga, abeg show me where to get lamp oil.”

Pastor Lanre point with him feather fan: “Go collect am from Madam Ifeoma.”

I shock: “Madam Ifeoma never jump well?”

For the story, after Musa collect Chijioke from Madam Ifeoma, she jump well so she no go burden anybody.

This one suppose just happen. Abi before I land for here, Musa never talk am?

As Pastor Lanre hear me, him eye squeeze: “Na Madam Kemi die now. General don forget?”

Suddenly, him forehead dey move, open, blood eye show, skin dey burst, plenty bloody eyes dey show, blood dey come out. Hundreds of eyes dey look me. Pastor Lanre no talk, but cold voice come from back of him head.

“Abi you no be Musa at all?”

The air cold, like say Harmattan just enter the tent. Cold sweat don soak my body. I hold weapon tight, no know wetin to do. Even if I sabi fight, this Pastor Lanre no be human again. How I wan fight am?

Pastor Lanre head begin turn, bone crack, the back of him head come face me. For him cap, another face dey. That face shout: “The Adviser you talk just now—who you mean?”

Wahala! This time, Pastor Lanre never be Adviser, na only assistant.

Just two mistakes, now na die I dey face.

Pastor Lanre smile somehow, voice no be here, e dey do juju for ear.

“The secret wey dey your heart—I go collect am by force.”

Omo! My legs dey weak, but my mind dey pray say maybe Pastor Lanre go still pity me if I yarn one correct story. This kain magic, even native doctor go fear to see for real life. Sweat dey drip from my armpit, my chest dey tight like fufu wey never done.