CHAPTER 28
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
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 place 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
Ishola 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 blared 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 balance 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 Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
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 just come
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.