CAMARADERIE TROUBLES

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 Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

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

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.