THE SECOND SIGHT
“Alright then,” the man said and took a step back from Esi. “Have a nice day.”
He turned to leave and Esi reached out blindly, without knowing why, and held his arm. She felt his arm tensing at her touch, and when he turned his face was unsmiling as he fixed her with his cold stare. She let his arm go and brushed a few strands of braided hair off her face.
“I’m Esi, from the store you buy your things,” she said in a rush, and almost kicked herself for sounding so desperate. Clumsily, she took a handkerchief and dried the tears from her eyes.
“I know,” he said simply.
He would have moved on again, but she spoke quickly.
“You’ve left your change two times in a row, and quite frankly I do not understand why?” she said quickly.
His eyes scrutinized her beautiful face for a moment.
“Kindly remind me next week then,” he said.
“But what are you doing here, if I may ask?” she asked quickly. “You’re not sick, are you?”
He shook his head.
“No,” he said. “Came to visit my sick housekeeper.”
“You’re kind,” Esi said sadly, and silent tears trickled down her face again. “My mother is here too. She’s been in a coma for three months, and on life support for the past three weeks and…an-and t-the doc-doctor w-wants to ta-ta-take her off! She’s dy-dying!”
The stranger looked at her for a while, but his face remained inscrutable and absolutely emotionless. Esi did not know what she had expected from him, but his total lack of interest at the news of her mother’s condition suddenly pained her in a way she was not ready for.
“Sorry to hear that, Miss,” he said gently, and then before she could speak again, he turned quickly and started walking away.
Esi watched him go with sudden unease and painful feelings, and then she walked into her mother’s room and went to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and took one of her mother’s hands, pressed it to her cheeks, and began to weep inconsolably as she began to pray to God to help her mother regain her health.
The door opened suddenly, and she looked around with a startled cry, her agony etched clearly on her face.
The handsome stranger was standing in the doorway and his face was very grim indeed, harsher than when he had been addressing the police officer in the shop the day before.
Esi looked at him with surprise; she had not expected him to return.
He stood still for a full minute, gazing at her mother, and then his eyes narrowed as he took a step forward and walked in a relaxed, calm way to the foot of the bed and looked at her mother.
Esi stood up then and tried hard to stop her tears.
“You came back,” she said softly.
“Leave us,” he said.
She looked up at him, puzzled, and then she saw how dark his face had suddenly become, as if he was furious, and she shook her head dazedly.
“Please –” she began.
“Leave us now, please!” he said tightly, his voice leaving no room for arguments, his eyes boring deeply into Esi’s mother.
Esi became afraid instantly and she walked toward the stranger, but he turned hard eyes on her, and when he spoke his voice was filled with a strange authority.
“There’s not enough time for your mother,” he said in a tight voice. “Leave us now! Go!”
He inclined his head toward the door, and suddenly Esi remembered what had happened in the store, and she quickly turned and left the ward, closing the door behind her.
Alone with the sick woman, the stranger’s eyes suddenly shone with intense hatred as he stared at her!
Yaw Boat gripped the metallic foot-rail of the bed so tightly that his knuckles hurt. His face was savage as he looked at the woman.
Yaw Boat was an Unblind.
Unblinds were special people gifted with divine powers by God to see into the spiritual realms and see things the ordinary eye could never see. They were usually men who were firmly rooted in the ways of God and were staunch Christian men with unshakeable faith.
They lived life on the edge, battling hideous and dangerous principalities that were capable of unleashing the deadliest forms of mayhem and death.
Boat’s life had been a hard one.
At twenty-four years old, he was the youngest Unblind ever called. He knew virtually nothing in the Bible except snatches of verses and facts garnered from his past as a young pastor’s son forced to attend Sunday school.
As a young adult, his life had been filled with debauchery, a sinful life of drugs, alcohol, depraved sex and violence.
When he was twenty-two years old his eyes had been ‘opened’ by God, and he had forcibly received the gifts of the Unblinds. He had rejected this fiercely until a demonic entity called The Legion had cruelly ended his father’s life, and when he learnt these same bunch of demons had been responsible for his mother’s death, Yaw Boat took on the calling of an Unblind.
A young man of simple faith, his call had become quite dangerous to himself and to those he loved, and he had been forced to live life on the edge as he tried to come into grips with fully living with his powers, and his calling.
Now, as he stood at the foot of the bed, he could see the two vicious demons embedded in the woman!
One, yellowish and dripping rotting goo, was curled up tightly and snugly inside the woman’s head, its hollow beak sunk into her brain, sucking up her essence!
The other one was a dirty, sludgy green, and it was spread out inside the woman’s body all the way from her chest to her feet. It had bulging pink eyes, a huge bulbous nose, and a mouth with thick lips. Tentacles spread from its mouth to every part of the woman, sucking out her life force.
Yaw Boat lifted his right hand, and suddenly he began to glow!
An incredible, brilliant light surrounded his whole body, making him look like an angel!
The demons turned their horrified faces toward him, and then they began to spasm rapidly with sudden terror, causing the woman’s body to jerk violently on the bed!
“Yew!” the yellow demon screeched with terror. “Yew! Cunt!”
“Shithole!” screamed the terrified green demon.
“In the name of Jesus Christ, the Lord I worship, the Lord of Hosts, come out of her now!” Yaw Boat commanded softly.
The two demons came crashing out of the woman.
They zapped around the room, screaming with terror, bouncing on the ceiling and on the walls, waltzing on the floor in a frantic cacophony of terror!
“Leave us alone, you menstrual clot!” the yellow one screeched.
“Stay still!” Yaw Boat commanded softly.
They suddenly stopped on the floor in front of him, hugging each other and blabbering with fear, their terror making them smell so awfully that he almost gagged.
“Have mercy!” they mumbled with terror.
“You vile workers of iniquity!” Yaw Boat said viciously. “Partakers of evil, minions of destruction! See what you have done to a poor innocent soul!”
“She is not without blemish!” the yellow demon hissed viciously, its sickly tongue filled with worms. “She whores, a harlot she be!”
“Be merciful, Servant of the Most High!” the green one whimpered.
“My Lord Jesus is merciful!” Yaw Boat said calmly. “I do not have any mercy for the scourge of the earth like you! Death Cloud, to me!”
Suddenly there was a hissing, gurgling and highly volatile black cloud slithering on the walls, comprised of very dark, terrible-looking entities struggling to come out and maul the demons. It fell on the floor beside Boat’s left leg, and it bulged and sizzled as malevolent entities within it glared at Boat.
It was waiting for the command that would let it vent its rage on the pathetic demons on the floor.
The two demons screamed with absolute terror at the sight of the Death Cloud and began to blabber in ancient tongues!
Yaw Boat smiled; it wasn’t a very nice smile.
“I banish you off the surface of the World in the name of my Lord Jesus Christ,” he said softly. “Go on, Death, take out the motherfuckers!”
The Death Cloud moved in, hissing angrily, violently, crazily!
It leapt on the two hideous demons, tearing them up and devouring them!
Yaw Boat watched grimly and heard their terrified screams but no expression whatsoever crossed his handsome face.
The Death Cloud suddenly blasted into the ceiling and disappeared with the two demons trapped within its fold.
The door crashed open behind Yaw Boat, but he did not turn around.
The doctor and the Eduafo family came in.
“Hey!” Doctor Beretuo shouted angrily. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in here?”
He moved forward and reached out angrily to grab Boat’s arm.
Yaw Boat turned his head and fixed the doctor with a very dark stare then.
“Believe me, you don’t want to touch me,” he said softly.
The doctor’s hand paused inches from Boat’s shoulder.
And that was the exact moment that Mrs. Sisi Eduafo opened her eyes and looked at them.
Her face was confused, but her face was suddenly filled with warmth, and tears glittered in her eyes.
“Joe,” she said, her voice soft. “Joe, Kobby! Esi! Oh! What’s wrong with me? Where am I?”
There was stunned incredulity in the room!
Esi screamed and rushed to her mother!
Joe Eduafo rushed to his wife!
There was pandemonium as they all clamoured rather excitedly on the bed and cried and screamed.
Eventually, Esi – jabbering and weeping loudly – extricated herself from her mother’s arms and looked around.
The stranger had left the room.
She got off the bed and rushed out into the corridor.
He was gone!
She found Doctor Beretuo standing in the corridor, his face dazed and filled with stunned incredulity.
“Who was he?” he asked Esi tremulously. “He did this, didn’t he? Yes, he certainly did something to bring your mother out of the coma, and I demand to know why, and how? What kind of medicine could be this total and absolute? I must have that man! Do you know who he is and where I can find him?”
Esi didn’t answer him.
She ran past him down the corridor and began descending the stairs, looking desperately for the strange man who was filled with such mysterious wonder that bordered on the divine, and who had just managed to flood her heart with so much happiness…and something else, yes, definitely something else!
She was going to find him!
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