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Strange saga – Season 1 [Episode 1 – 4]

2 Corinthians 6:14;
Be ye not unequally yoked together with
unbelievers, for what fellowship hath
righteousness with unrighteousness and what
communion hath light with darkness.
I guess I knew I was doing something wrong by
conceding to a date with him, but I threw caution
to the wind because by then Sean had
succeeded in destroying all my defences. Martins
made me comfortable, Sean made me feel the
exact opposite yet I wanted to be with him more,
he had driven to very expensive restaurant just
because I said I was hungry. The waiter placed a
plate of fried rice and chicken with salad, with a
plate of icecream and cake..I gawked at all the
food
“Eat up”he said, I was hungry so I did, he
ordered nothing, just watched me eat
” I prefer chocolate icecream but this is nice”
“Noted for next time”he said
There would be no next time, I thought as my
cell rang, I looked at the caller, it was Erica
” I have to take this..”I told him”hey”
“Hey sis, how you, not heard from you since
forever”
“I just figured you ll be busy with your.. life”
“You kidding, how’s dad and mom and everyone,
school?”
“Schools fine”
“Ok..just thought to check on you, you should
practice calling, c ya” she cut
“Who’s that?” he asked with a smile I’m sure he
heard everything
“Erica my sister”
“Elder”
“Uhuh”
“You have a younger?”
“Yea I have two sisters and one brother”
“Nice..wish I had more siblings but Serena alone
is a handful”
“You bet” I began eating again..
“So I’m leaving town tomorrow”he said, I looked
up surprised
” where you going? ”
“Canada” he said, I knew he travelled a lot but
out the country..
“Why ..what’s happening there”
He paused drawing on the table
“My parents are there” he said
“Oh, thought they were on vacation”
He was silent
“My mother has late stage cervical cancer….my
father is there with her”
I was chewing but kept my spoon..shocked, had
no idea what to say, he had lied to me at first
and I understood why, nobody wanted to be
associated with that, the rich really did also cry.
Here I was judging and giving him issues when
his mother was dying
“No one else knows” he said and looked away, I
nodded and reached for his hand
“I’m so sorry ”
“He decided to spend the last days with
her..that’s why I didn’t want to tell them about
Serena”
My lips were dried, I decided I was a very selfish
person if I couldnt even notice that Serena had
issues she was dealing with
“I’m so sorry, is there really nothing the doctors
can do”
He shook his head in thought then
“I didn’t mean to ruin our date”
“No its fine..am glad you told me”
We were silent, the food suddenly wasn’t
appetizing anymore
“I’m also going there for business, I’m running
my dads company down here”
I took up my spoon again
“you really busy, when you coming back?”
“Are you gonna miss me?”
“Serena would”
He chuckled “Serena has her life, We have ours”
I was silent, he leaned back”Eat up, we still have
places to go”
I wanted to protest but didn’t, as we walked to
the car I asked
“Do you make it a habit of kidnapping your
dates?”
He looked at me”I’ve never had the opportunity,
its actually fun”he winked at me as I rolled my
eyes and got in the car
“So where we going”
“There’s a fanfair around” I had no choice, I was
stuck in his car, we got there and I stared
around in awe, we watched the kids play games
and got in the merry go round though I was
scared to death, we played target and he won a
pink Teddy, he pushed it into my hands
“Its yours”he said to my protest
We then sat on the swing and talked
” I’m gonna be there for two weeks”he said
“That’s a real long time”
“Yea it is, away from you”
I tsked as he asked”so why did you decide to
read medicine?”
“Cos iv always wanted to be a doctor, it just
calls to me, why did you study law?”
He chuckled “I wanted to be an artist, my father
insisted”
I was silent then I said”when you return..would
you follow me to church? ”
I waited as he stared at me for long
“why?”
Why..because I wanted to know if I could make
something good out of this, if I could finally
present him to my Dad
“Cos I want you to live better than the life you
live” I said instead
He looked away”its not that simple..but yes I ll
follow you to church ”
I grinned at him
“Can’t wait”
“Don’t get your hopes all up..I have my issues
with God”
“I figured”
We ended up at the house, at the studio, where I
got leave to stare at all the paintings, there was
one about a woman in tears
“You have very nice paintings”
“Thanks”, my fingers traced the woman’s face
“Why do you speak so much of pain?”
“Because there’s so much pain in the world..I
wish I could erase it”he replied
“God can do that”
“Why doesn’t he?”
“Because then you won’t have any need of him” I
replied.
He didn’t reply, he pulled the cover off the one
nearest to him and gestured me over
“I dont think you can tell me anything more about
God..I grew up worshipping God.. I went to
church everyday..then I asked him to heal my
mother, but she’s gonna die”
I touched his arm, but he continued as my gaze
fixed on the painting “She’s gonna die and
there’s nothing I or anyone can do about it, why
then would you tell me to serve him?”
I was tongue tied as my eyes fixed at the
painting, it was about his family, there was his
father, him and Serena, only his mother’s space
was empty because she was walking out of the
picture.
I knew he was in a lot of pain and I couldn’t
console him
“I’m sorry” I said, my lips were dried, I put my
arms around him and hugged him
“I’m so sorry”. They had the life, they had the
beauty, anyone looking at them would be jealous
of their life, but it was a broken family as I
couldn’t imagine how Serena was holding up. All
that glitters was really not gold. I couldn’t blame
God either, there were some things that
happened in life that we couldn’t question, God
just knew it all.
” I just succeeded in ruining our date” he said
“No..I’m fine”
He nodded “We should get out of here”
I went out with him after glancing back at the
painting, we went to the kitchen as he took
water to drink,
“I dont know why you told me all of that, but
thanks for trusting me” I said, he leaned on the
counter
“I dont know too.. maybe because…you might be
invited for the burial”
I looked up at him
“That’s sounds so final, I believe there’s still
hope, she’s not dead yet, besides the most
important thing is where she’s going”
He chuckled”My mother is an ardent Christian,
she has so much faith, yet it can’t save her”
“God has a reason” I said, I realised I might have
judged him too early “when things happen we do
not question God”I said
He shrugged, and kept the can of water
“You wanna watch a movie?”he asked changing
the subject
” No..I think I should go” I said, it was already
dark outside
“You’re not staying the night?”he asked surprised
“No..wondering what would make you think that I
would want to do that” I ranted as
he sauntered towards me like a cat
“Because I want you to”
“Uh..I..I think I should go”
“No you don’t”he said his hands going into my
hair as he trapped me against the counter. I
understood now when God said flee fornication
because the heat between us burned with an
intensity I couldn’t explain, his fingers trailed on
my neck as he took my lips in his…and that was
the the beginning of it all.

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