DREAM WAKE --- {COMPLETED} ☑️

GUILT LEADS TO REGRET!

Chapter 30

My worst enemy is my father. . . and my memory - Geoffrey.

GEOFFREY

I had taken an oath to destroy Eyare from receiving his birth right when I was but a young boy, shy of thirteen years.

Did I want to do it?

Let's be frank, I didn't have much of an option.

I was living a seriously repressed life by the man who fathered me. He forced me to do it. He said I would understand when I became a man.

Should he be blamed for it, yes, but I could have fought against the tide.

I could have fought against the spiritual pull.

I could have fought against the lure.

I could have fought, instead, I succumbed.

So it became my fault too.

I forgot all about it when I left the town to school in the city.
I was living the life, enjoying myself, finding a breath of fresh air away from my oppressive father. I became the very embodiment of what I didn't want to be --- irresponsible and carefree.

I womanized and broke the fragile hearts of women, just for the fun of it. I didn't know my fate had already been sealed the very day I took that oath.

It was a preparation of sorts, to school me into becoming what I am today; A hard - hearted, conniving young man. I took what I wanted from people, not caring whose ox was god. After all, I had the best mentor to follow in his footsteps --- my errant father.

I was riding on the wind, flying high and feeling invisible in the process, until he brought me down to earth with a visit, a reminder and the supernatural.

How could I forget that day?

It would remain etched in my memory forever.

The microwave pinged, indicating my food was hot and ready to eat. I dug into it with relish, until I heard a voice in my head, a voice I thought I would stop hearing.

Can we switch plates? I don't like pounded yam and egusi soup, I prefer ogobono soup.

Why was I getting these flash backs? I didn't want them. My friendship with Eyare was in the past, it would forever stay in the past. I couldn't start having these guilty pangs which were coming faster than normal. I thought father said the oath was supposed to cut off any emotional tie between us.

I had kept renewing it every three years. Now I guess it was due for another renewal. It was so tiring --- trips to the town every now and then to get more charms and become more rooted.

I was so sick of it all.

I had suddenly lost my appetite. I couldn't bear the sight of it anymore, so I pushed it away. I stood up and walked to my room. Unfortunately I had to suck it up and continue this drama to the bitter end.

I knew it would be bitter, for one of us had to go --- Eyare or myself.

Father wanted me to be the next king. Fancy that --- me, the king of Ozala town. I imagined myself on the throne, in all the finery of a king, attending to matters of the people with the staff in my hand --- the staff that currently lay amongst my charms in the sacred room.

The staff had to remain amongst the charms to cage it's power. Not just any kind of charm. They were specially prepared to curtail the staff's kingly power, for it could kill whoever held it, that wasn't it's rightful owner. Balderdash if you asked me, but I did as my father bade and put it there.