My mother and Mrs. Owolabi waited for the prophet to go but it seemed that going was no longer in his agenda. He bent down and held his head as if his head was paining him.

” Prophet how are you feeling now?” my mummy asked as he was getting agitated.

” I’m getting better,” he replied.

“Please you need to manage yourself and go to the hospital. I can get a taxi for you,” my mother offered.

“Don’t worry. It’s not as serious as that. I will be going very soon.”

“Prophet please, your well being is of great importance to us . You need to get medical treatment,” Mrs. Owolabi pleaded.

“I’m fine. Please I need to ease myself,”he told them.

My mother showed him the way to the rest room, not knowing that his target was the kitchen.

After some minutes, my mother decided to go to the kitchen and was surprised to see the prophet holding the cover of the pot of soup in one hand and using the other hand to take care of the meat and fish in the soup.

“What is the meaning of this?” My mum shouted.

I and Mrs. Owolabi rushed to the kitchen and saw the prophet shaking in fear.

The Spirit that possessed him left him immediately and he became normal.

“How did I enter here?” He asked no one in particular.

“Who are you asking that nonsense question ? What kind of prophet are you? Instead of you to tell me that you are hungry you resorted to stealing. Ha! And this is some one I called to pray for my daughter. ”

“Madam please I am not a thief. I have never stolen in my life. I don’t understand what is going on,”he explained in tears.

“Exactly! You have never stolen in your life but you are inside another woman’s kitchen, holding cover of pot. Maybe you came inside the kitchen to conduct deliverance for the pot,” Mrs. Owolabi reprimanded him.

I knew he was saying the truth. I pitied him because that was what I have been going through. Once the spirit posessed me I would never rest until I carry out her instructions. I believe it happened to him because he prevented me from going to carry out the assignment of the day. They had to force him to do it on my behalf.

“Madam please, forgive me. I am really sorry. I brought this upon myself by claiming that I am a prophet. All I have been doing is a means to feed myself and my family. I am not a prophet.,”

“What! you are not a prophet? So what was those slaps for? Why did you nearly perforate my only daughter’s ear drum with slaps,” My mother flared up in anger

“I’m sorry . I needed to intimidate her so that she would agree that she has been healed.”

My mother pounced on the prophet and gave him hot punches. It took the intervention of Mrs. Owolabi to save the prophet from my mother’s grip. Meanwhile the prophet took all the beatings in tears even as he kept pleading.

” Madam please forgive me. I’m sorry for everything. ”

“So how about the deliverance that you were paid for?” Mrs. Owolabi asked.

The prophet quickly brought out all the money that was given to him,” Here is the money. Please release me to go. I need to quickly find a solution to my problem.”

“Which problem are you talking about?”Mrs. Owolabi asked

“The problem of stealing. I didn’t know exactly how I came to the kitchen. I remembered that I was about going. I didn’t know what made me not to go again.”

“Are you sure of what you are saying,” Mrs. Owolabi asked in fear.

“Yes o! Your daughter has possessed me with evil spirit.”

“If I hear that nonsense in your mouth again, they will carry you out of this place. It is your entire family that are possessed by evil spirit,” My mother threatened.

Mrs. Owolabi stood afar and was watching me like someone that sighted a ghost. The prophet quickly ran away, leaving all the gifts that were given to him.

Mrs. Owolabi carried her bag and my mother asked her where she was going to.

“I am going to my house,” she snapped.

“Ore, how can you say that you are going to your house? How do we do the matter at hand?” My mother asked.

“Which matter are you talking about?

“I’m talking about Judy? What is the next step?”

“Please there is no next step between us. Count me out,” Mrs. Owolabi shouted in anger.

“What exactly is the matter?” My mum asked.

“The matter is that I; Bola Owolabi will not allow you and your daughter to implicate me. I will not be a victim, at all. A man who came here to pray suddenly started misbehaving. Didn’t you see how he was crying like a baby, saying that he didn’t know what came over him. Do you want me to be the next target. Even at this point, I’m I sure that I am free?”

“Is it my fault that he claimed to be what be he is not,”my mother asked in anger.

“No it is not your fault. It is mine,” She sighed and walked away.

“Judy, have you seen the kind of embarrassment you are bringing to me. I have begged you to stop stealing but you refused to heed. Because of you, people can now insult me at will. ” Tears filled my mother’s eyes as she was talking.

I had to quickly leave her presence and went back to my room. I cried till there was no strenght in me any longer. The only consolation was that I thought that the assignment of that day was over, I didn’t know that it was not so.

I noticed that mum was preparing delicious meals. She didnt call me to join her because she knew that I was not happy.

However, none of those meals appealed to me. I quickly locked my doors so that she would not invite me to eat the food.

But the aroma of the vegetable soup coming from the boys quarter where Uncle kehinde and Aunty Toyin were residing could not allow me to concentrate. The blend of the ingredients made the aroma
irresistible.

Uncle Kehinde, a very good and hardworking young man had been our employee for years. Dad and Mum loved him because he is honest and loyal. But Kehinde was unlucky to have married a troublesome woman. Because of her character, my parents warned us to keep away from them.

But on that particular day, my strength failed me. I had to open my door and came out because of the vegetable soup.

I tried to go through the back door because my parents were with a visitor in the living room. Another was that I didn’t want them to notice that I was going out.

Then I heard a footstep behind me. I thought that it was my brother Ken. When I turned, I noticed that it was my mother.

“Judy, I have been knocking on your door, I thought that you were sleeping. Food is ready,” she informed me.

“I’m not hungry yet, I will eat later.”

“Even if you don’t like the food I cooked, I can order food for you from the eatery,”mummy offered.

“Don’t worry mum, I said that I’m fine. ”

That was my response to Mummy. The truth is that I was famished. But the only food that could satisfy me must be from Mrs. Kehinde’s kitchen. I moved to the backyard and sat at a vintage position that could enable me monitor aunty Toyin’s movement.

Almost immediately, an opportunity presented itself as the woman came out strapping her handbag and went out without locking her doors.

Watch out for the next episode.