WRITTEN BY CHIOMA NGAIKEDI
It was a rainy night, when a black Mercedes-Benz car halted at the foot of the Iroko tree by the forest.
Frederick alighted, his black shoe stepped into the muddy waters. He was holding a flashlight and a brown suitcase.
His black tuxedo was drenched but he didn’t bother to get the umbrella in his car. He loved the rain drops—it calmed effect on his clattering nerves.
His phone rang.
“Take the path on your left, ” a chilly voice commanded.
Frederick flashed his light around. No one was in sight. He was drained. Life became bland since the day this nightmare started.
It was on the last day of the Pentecostal convention. All branches of his church had gathered at the headquarters. Frederick had just finished preaching when a young man ran to him and gave him a parcel with inscription “PRIVATE SIN”
Frederick opened the parcel and an MP4 player fell out and when he played it, he was horrified to see the video of himself naked in bed with Amara—zone 4 parish Pastor James’ teenage daughter.
Frederick waddled through the bush on the path, his flashlight flickering. His mind roamed—His reputation, his churches, his family. Everything was at stake. Hot tears burnt his eyes.
How was it his fault that he was only attracted to little girls? Why was fate punishing him?
His phone rang.
“Stop…turn around..How much do you have?” the voice from the phone inquired.
“10 million naira,” Frederick replied.
“Drop the suitcase….Now!…Run.”
“But you promised to hand over all copies of the video,” Frederick complained.
The call ended on his ear.
A gun shot sounded close to were Frederick stood. Frederick jumped. The suitcase fell from his hand. His legs dug into the muddy waters as he ran to his car. His heart pounded. It was certain that the blackmailer would never give up the videos.
Frederick knew that this was the beginning of his end.
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