THE AGONY OF A SAVIOR

NOBLE MEDIA PRESENT A FICTIONAL PROSE TITLE: AGONY OF THE SAVIOR WRITTEN BY ODUH JOHN ODUH PROLOGUE The earth is a battle ground, there is no natural ground. Every man is a warrior, its either you are conquered or you are a conqueror. This is a mystery to many as they journey from time to time and cleave into oblivion without a name or identity. Suffering is the crushing stone that introduce the new intoxicating wine, the room of life will in no time be exhausted if desires are not birthed. From age to age the suzerain of the universe sends savior to relinquish the siege of darkness, now by the same prophecy came another, but is unto him to decide either to be the conquered or the conquerors. PART ONE [The environment was mild dark because of few penetration of light from the moon. A pregnant woman in labor without one leg of her foot wear only on wrapper tied from the chest down, and another cross-tied on her waist, though all in different in appearance. She was finding it very difficult to walk then accompany to a room by two other women on her both sides (left and right). From the right hand side, the right hand attached to her hand and the left a support to her waist; from the left hand side, the left hand held her by the hand and the right was used as a support to her waist. From another direction a little girl ran into the scene with a kerosene lantern lighted, got in front of them then led the way into the room. Sixty seconds later, a man named Mr. Sunday wearing a wrapper and a singlet rushed to that environ, like he wanted to go in but felt restricted from his mind, agitated and worried as he walk to and fro stirring at the sky multiple times. All of a sudden, arose the cry of a baby from within the room as he rushed closer to the door, smiled many times profusely and from within the room were incessant words and laughter. He wanted to go in and the door is shot, he tried to open it and could not and he sounded from without is he a boy or a girl? Without a response from within he said to himself, that must be a boy, yes my son. He went to the open place in front of the house walked kingly in an excited form making known the brightness of his teeth with his shoulder high. Then two other women rushed in with kerosene lantern each asking him questions simultaneously [has she put to bed? A baby girl I guess, he was looking at them in bewilder] as the baby was brought out of the room wrapped and all clustered around when an old man with a tattered regalia, bar-headed, white bearded with a staff leaning on at about 45o. Everybody became silent even as more persons came into the place. To one another they point to him and silently someone whispered to another, he is a child of omen, Ojeko is here. [Ojeko is a highly respected figure in the kingdom; it’s believed that he is the eldest living man that has access to the ancient scroll that captured the destiny of the kingdom. A custodian of the cultural ethics and believes of the land, he is also a prophet, a very wise graced powerful ancient that decide the fate of individuals in the land as a king and judge, yet his level of humility cannot be match even with the sand of the sea shore as he is said to be the meekest man on earth]. He came close to the child as they hand over the baby to him, he looked at the child and gave an old smile of fulfillment and lean on the staff at his side, he then raised the baby towards the heavens and said thank you oh great God for sending him to this miserable kingdom that the freedom we failed to attain due to our complacency and negligence might come through him. A woman moved into the labor room and came out with the mother of the baby as he carefully brought down his elbow and rest the baby on his chest while he speaks to the parent. In his feeble tone he said, this child is a gift to your family and our kingdom, he is destined to vanquish the siege of slavery over us. A good percentage of what a child become in life is determine by his teachers, maturity exposes the child to multiple choices where he can choose what to become. It’s your duty as guardian to teach him and point him to what he should be like until he comes of age and decide what he should be as he handed over the baby to the mother. [Immediately, Michael a poor fellow who believed everybody must not be a soldier as he decides to do more of music. He cunningly run away from confrontations and lived the simplest life in the kingdom interrupted and said] it’s never my decision to be born into this impoverished kingdom clustered with pain and penury under the siege of incessant wars and endless battle for survival… In bewilder everybody turned to him, what has given this infidel the courage to air out is pain, to one another sigh and mere cheek were ailed towards him. [A renowned soldier named Simon, shouted aloud and distorted the flow of Michael] You are not needed in this kingdom coward, you always run away from responsibilities, [he pushed on to punch him as he is been held in the crowd by some folks of soldiers]. Michael replied with vigor which out sound the murmuring from the crowd I’m not a coward I only don’t engaged in battles am not prepared for. Ojeko began to speak and again all eyes turned back to him, my child, it’s never your decision to choose your place of birth but it’s your decision to make, what you become after birth, it’s never the fault of any one that you are whom you are, if you don’t like what you see, then stand like a man, confront your fear and squeeze out the sweet wine you want to drink. Everybody may not be a soldier but everybody is born to fight, you may not be good with the sword but you are good in something else, that’s your weapon of war. There is a savior in you that must rise, [he concentrated his eyes directly to his eyes, then walked two steps backward and turned immediately. The people formed cluster of different sect as they discuss what he just said and others joined the parent to celebrate as Michael got lost in the crowd]. To be continue....