My Sexcapedes Episode 39

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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE THIRTY NINE: ❣️

Silence prevailed. Even the crying birds muted, joining us in the await for forgiveness. As my mother was crying her eyes out, staring at us as we kneeled, begging for mercy with the demonstration of our hands and our look amid the silentness.

As my mother sobbed to her satisfaction, gently, she stood up and signaled to us to stand up with wide hands begging for embracement. As if we were whistled, we stood to our feet at a go and embraced her warmly and passionately.

‘I have forgiven you all. I pray that God in heaven and the souls of my late husband and son will do the same. Sin no more..’, she muttered amid the embracement.

‘Thank you mama’, we said in unison.

Moments later, we retired back to our seats with hearts full of excitement. But Susan was still not happy despite how happy she pretended to be.

Ichie Amadi seemed to be the happiest man in the entire universe. In fact, he even looked happier than us all.

As I was about to ask my wife to go inside and get us food, Lo and behold, look at Susan kneeling down in front of us, crying.

‘..I just hope that you people will find a place in your heart to forgive me. Lucy, I have hurt you so badly. I am responsible for your kidnapping last time..’

‘What!’, my wife and I almost exclaimed in unison.

‘Please forgive me. It’s the handwork of the devI|. I don’t know what really came over me. Please, I am sorry. Please forgive me..’

‘Susan how could you? Why do you even want me dead? Do you know what I suffered at the hands of the dreaded kidnapper’s den? What if I didn’t make it alive?..,’ my wife cried bitterly as the ugly memory became green in her mind.

‘It was the handwork of the dev||. I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me. I am really really sorry..’

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Sussan pleaded and cried bitterly. From the look of things, she was really sorry. I signaled my wife to forgive her. And she obeyed, though it was very difficult for her to do so, but she had to:

‘Stand up’, she said and beckoned. Susan stood up and they embraced. ‘I have forgiven you’,my wife added.

‘Thank you very much..’, Susan appreciated, still entangled with each other in a hug.

After all said and done , my wife served us the ‘Item 7’. Because we had a lot to eat and drink.

We all ate and drank in harmony and peace.
It was a family dinner in delight of both humanity and spirituality.

I was overwhelmed that everything was working out well. At least the assignment was eighty percent done. What now remained was the purging of the defiled land. But I had to go back to Lagos and return back in a month’s time for the remaining rituals to be finally carried out. That was the instruction from the seer.

However, before we left the village for Lagos on the second day after the meeting, my mother specially prayed for us – me and my wife.

Our journey back to Lagos was a success. We got to our Lagos’s home safe and sound.

A MONTH LATER:

I traveled to the village for the final atonement rituals.

It was a night ritual. The rituals would take three nights to be completed.

Meanwhile I have made available every requirement for the rituals even before my homecoming. I gave Amadi the money to buy those things on the list. The list was a very large sheet of paper. The requirements included both male and female goats, different species of fowl, tubers of yam, tortoise, lizard, small locally made baskets, red and white cloths, to mention but few. In fact, I couldn’t go through the list to the end when it was sent to me because the requirements were outrageous and confusing. It was a huge amount of money I coughed out.

Three days later, everything was done successfully.

After two days of the successful rituals, in the company of Amadi, we visited the seer to confirm the success of the atonement rituals.

Fortunately, the rituals were successful. Those at the underworld were said to have accepted their sacrifices and our pleas were heard and wishes granted. And they have tempered Justice with mercy.

BACK TO LAGOS:

Barely four months, I got promoted at work.
I came home and broke the good news to my wife. You need to see how happy she was.

‘…honey, congratulations once again. This calls for a big celebration’, she said while staring at my promotion letter in amusement.’Meanwhile, just go and take off your clothes, shower and come to the dining room. Let me get the food ready. And don’t forget to get us wine from the bar, it has to be the most expensive one o!’, she said to me and dashed into the kitchen while I moved to the room.

I hurriedly changed, took my bath and made my way to the dining section.

On getting to the dining, the food has been served already. So I took my seat waiting for my wife to join me. Moments later, she joined me and took her seat as well.

I blessed the food. Then I opened the plate of food in my front. Lo and behold, what I saw inside the plate got me perplexed. I took a stare at my wife, she beckoned me to go ahead and see for myself. It was a customized white envelope with a touch of red. I brought out the envelope, turned the other side of it, boldly written on the envelope was: ‘YOU ARE GOING TO BE A DAD’.

You need to see how I joyfully jumbed up in jubilation. I hugged my wife tightly. ‘Honey, like for real, I am going to be a father?’, I asked with curiosity.

‘Yes’, she nodded in affirmative.

I anxiously uncovered the envelope and it was a pregnancy test result. The result was positive. Indeed my wife was pregnant.

It was a double celebration in my household that fateful day.

NINE MONTHS LATER:

My wife finally put to bed.

It was a triplet. Bouncing babies — two boys and a girl.

Finally, cries of babies were heard in my house.

Our joys know no bounds.

THE END…!!!

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