CHAPTER 28


    bimbo left his brother’s house a little more


    lightened than he initially was. He dug his


    hand into his pocket, feeling the Naira notes


    brushing against the back of his hand. He


    pushed away the fact that his brother could


    do more than this. Surely thirty thousand


    Naira was nothing where his brother was,


    but he refused to think about that. He was


    grateful for the money he was given and


    knew that the God that brought this would


    bring the remaining. There was that


    nagging thought though. This was just


    thirty thousand Naira, where was he going


    to get the remaining two hundred and


    seventy thousand Naira?


    bimbo’s tired legs moved methodically by


    the side of the road, he barely felt them


    beneath him. His feet were sore and achy,


    emitting enough heat to roast a chicken.


    The sole of his shoe announced the level of


    his tracking louder than words but bimbo


    couldn’t care less.


    A bitter taste eroded his mouth as he


    remembered Jamal. bimbo had preached


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    about forgiveness more times than he could


    count, but this? No! bimbo didn’t think he


    could forgive Jamal for what he did. He


    couldn’t forgive Jamal for adding to his pain


    and sorrow. He couldn’t forgive Jamal for


    being the cause of his current misery. He


    just couldn’t. That was one of the many


    downsides to being a pastor. How could he


    be seen to be contradicting what he always


    preached about?


    bimbo pushed that thought aside and tried


    to think of another ce he could get


    money. He had been to five people before he


    put aside his pride to visit his brother;


    where could he go from here. He surely


    wasn’t going to ask money from any church


    member, but the days were running out. He


    had just three days left, three days to give Mr


    Ish his money back. Yet, IK was


    still in the hospital. He needed money. He


    needed money especially now that they had


    taken him to a very expensive hospital.


    Money was needed now more than ever.


    Yes, Mrs Dongmo had asked them not to worry


    about anything but bimbo couldn’t just sit


    back while someone else took charge of


    what was his responsibility. Nothing


    frustrates a man more than his inability to


    help those he love.


    A car horn red and bimbo jerked out of


    his reverie, letting out a loud yelp as his leg


    slipped into the deep gutter by the road


    side, causing him to lose bnce and tilt


    dangerously towards the gutter. A passerby


    grabbed his hand almost instantly, pulling


    him out of the gutter before he fell face first


    into it.


    “Are you okay, Sir?” he asked bewildered,


    looking at bimbo with concern.


    bimbo nodded. His leg hurt so much, it was


    almost unbearable. “Thank you” bimbo


    murmured as the guy turned to leave. He


    stared down at his leg and saw a small dash


    by the side of his leg. bimbo moved away


    from the road and leaned against the fence


    of a building to recoup his strength. His


    phone rang and he quickly removed it from


    his pocket.


    “Hello” he murmured.


    “Hello Pastor, It is Brother Isaac, please


    where are you, sir?”


    “Hope there’s no problem sir” bimbo asked.


    God just healed Brother Isaac’s daughter,


    surely she was fine now.”


    “Yes sir, everything is fine. I just want to


    give you something.”


    bimbo reminisced on it briefly. “Okay. I’m


    not so far from your house, I’d juste


    there” he said finally.


    “Oh, thank you sir; I’ll be waiting”


    bimbo dropped his phone in his pocket


    and took a cleansing breath. His foot,


    though sore, felt better now. Pushing away


    from the fence, he made for Brother Isaac’s


    house.