Death Gift (Abobaku-Dying With The King) #projectnaija#.

Chapter Three - The Manifestation

Death Gift!Death Gift!Death Gift! This words rang in my head repeatedly. Do you know what it means to be a Death Gift? Lemme explain.
My town has this belief that when a person dies, he reawakes in another world to embark on a very long journey after which he or she would reach a place of spiritual abode. As this journey is considered very long, stressful and tiring, they decide that as a king, he needs aides, food, an horse and every other thing needed to make the journey stress free and the *jam in this donot* is that a person chosen by the Oracle is buried alive with the king to serve as a servant. This servant is called the Death Gift. No one dares refuse or else he or she will be tormented greatly before being buried.the-

"throw her into the coffin!' The priest ordered as the men from before picked me up, I struggled, kicked,and screamed to no avail. As we got to the coffin, I got a glimpse of the king's dead body. It was swollen, with worms all over it, flies perched all over not to talk of the terrible smell coming from it. No way am going to die like this this is not a way to die. Just as I was about thrown into the coffin, I bit the ear of the man carrying me with all the strength in me.

Groaning in pain, he threw me on the floor. I made to run forgetting that my legs were tied, so failed. I cried out, 'Jesus please help me, I really need you right now, let that Name- Grace, which you christened me when I gave my life to you work in my favour, let your grace be sufficient for me, Lord you said whosoever that calls upon your name shall be saved, Lord save me'.

' You don't want the easy way, huh?' the priest asked
'bring the bait out' he ordered

A man left and two minutes later he came back. Walking closely beside him was my dad and the pastor who gave me the gospel tied up and mouth taped.

'Do you still want it the firece way ? Or should I use them to make it easier for you. With that he snapped his fingers and a whip that had been soaked in spirit and pepper was brought out.

' carry her'the the priest ordered.

'please, I beg of you' I pleaded as the man who I bit previously carried me, I wriggled and kicked(at least that was what I was trying to do but as my legs were tied.. Um.)

I was held in front of the coffin, I got a glimpse of the rotting body with live maggots and without thinking kicked the man in the groins . He staggered back wincing in pain. I dropped to the floor forcefully but before I Could make any more moves, the other guards held me.

Enraged, the priest snapped his hands, after which another set of guards came out, picked up the whips and began to flog my dad and the pastor with all the strength they had. The whips landed forcefully on them making swollen marks which bled and hurt because of the pepper soaked in it. They winced and groaned in pain.

'No!' I screamed not able to take it anymore.

'stop it! You're gonna kill them, can't you hear me, I said stop it, please' I wailed.

'And what if they die?' the priest bellowed at me

'their blood will be on your head. In-innocent blood. I responded.

' but you know you can save them from this pain much more quicker? ' he said

' just be the death Gift you are and enter that coffin, I wonder why the Oracle even choose you woman!'

'You need to please stop this barbaric act. It's inhumane. Innocent bloods are on your heads. oh God. You need to leave this dirty life of darkness and come into the life of light of only which one person can give, his name is JES-'

'Shut up! Why don't that precious Jesus save you or your loved ones. Can't you see how foolish you are, young lady. What kind of God deserts his people at the time of need. I don't have time for this, take her away guards!'