THE SECOND SIGHT
Boat pulled his hand from her grasp slowly.
She was so near, too near, and she was so beautiful, so desirable!
And Yaw Boat’s mind screamed with horror.
Dear Lord, why do You still make me feel these things? Why don’t You just kill my feelings, like You killed the fleshly desires of the Saints? How long would I have to carry this curse?
He stepped past her and headed for the door.
“Boat,” she called, and her voice was very unsteady, and when he turned, he saw the fear in the depths of her eyes, and for a moment she looked so young and vulnerable. “I’m not scared of you, Yaw Boat.”
But she was, and he could see that she was indeed very scared.
For a moment, he felt like going to her, to assure her that there was nothing for her to be scared of, but he turned away from her almost savagely!
He was having bad feelings…again!
His body was fighting against him again.
Maybe this was what old Pastor Amoah had meant when he told him he was making a big mistake leaving Nicole behind!
Beautiful sweet Nicole, the girl of his heart, the girl he just couldn’t stop loving!
He missed her so much that nowadays his days were a constant nightmare of pain! All he wanted was to be with Nicole, to hold her and kiss her and never let her go!
But, how could he?
How could he sentence such an angel to such terrible life where he was pursued relentlessly by murderous entities that would stop at nothing to rip him and his loved ones to shreds?
How could he subject her to such a life? Above all, how could he subject his children to such a horrible living nightmare?
But things were not right, and Yaw Boat knew it!
Evil was all around him, using his one weak link against him…fornication!
He was constantly on heat nowadays!
It was like a bad drug he just couldn’t withdraw from. Each day the urge to have a woman became more and more difficult to bear. He was handsome, he was wealthy, and he was young! His body craved for the release of the body of a voluptuous girl!
His past life of wanton sex was now coming back to terrorize him!
And so, he walked away from Esi Eduafo when all his instincts screamed out to go back to the kitchen and take her into his arms and slake the thirst of his body away. He did not love her, and he had no intention of loving her. She was a beautiful body, a prescription for the heat in his body, a heat that he used to cool down with sometimes three women at the same time.
But now he was a changed human being with a gift that would have driven many a man stark raving mad, a gift that made him vulnerable only when he did the things that he used to enjoy doing. This was a gift that called on him to be chaste and clean in body and mind, in soul and spirit constantly!
And yet he grew weak every day!
Such a horrible conundrum of a life he did not want forced down on him!
Yaw Boat was a little bit more controlled when he walked into the living-room. He stood in the doorway for a moment and looked at the man and his wife.
“We brought you some few items, Mr. Boat,” Joe Eduafo said with an uneasy smile, obviously a little uncertain over Boat’s lack of welcome. “Where do you want me to take them.”
“Thank you,” Boat said, trying to sound a little bit more cordial. “I’ll take care of them later. But you needn’t have come, really.”
The woman stood up and came close to him and stood looking into his eyes with tears shimmering in her eyes.
“We thank you,” she murmured tremulously. “You saved my life, young man.”
“I did no such thing, ma’am,” Boat replied levelly. “The good Lord found you worthy to save. Your thanks should go to the Mighty God we serve.”
Joe Eduafo also came closer.
“Yes, you’re right on point, Mr. Boat,” he said softly. “Indeed, it was the work of the Lord, and we’ve been grateful ever since. We’re also grateful to you, for allowing yourself to be used as a vessel acceptable unto the Lord to save my wife. I knew our battle was a spiritual one. We have thanked God, that we have, and we’re still thanking Him. You also deserve our gratitude.”
Boat looked at them coolly, and then he nodded.
“I’ll be grateful, though, if this is kept a secret between us,” he said at length. “I do not want the attention.”
“We’re aware of that, because we’re believers,” Joe Eduafo said. “However, people witnessed what you also did at the store through the power of the Lord. Many do not believe it, but the few that witnessed it keep talking about it. Also, the doctor at the hospital can’t stop talking about my wife’s miraculous healing from the braindead coma she was in. He keeps on telling people about you, and it is spreading. I’m afraid that sooner rather than later, attention will indeed be drawn to you.”
“I’ll deal with it when it so happens,” he said.
Sisi Eduafo hugged him tightly, and thereafter the atmosphere became a bit more cordial, and they were soon seated and chatting comfortably.
Esi Eduafo had taken it upon herself to cook more rice for him because of the charred attempt of his, and almost an hour later they all sat around the dining-table and had a sweet meal of rice and shredded beef stew which she had whipped up.
They were a friendly people, and soon Sisi Eduafo served them fruit drinks and some sconces they had brought, and they found their way to the garden as the day wore on.
And all along Boat’s uneasiness continued because he saw the message in Esi’s eyes, and he was not immune to it. They were both two young adults brought together by quite unusual circumstances, and as was the case in so many instances, a mutual awareness and an inner mutual hunger was steadily and unavoidably bubbling dangerously between them.
It was worse for Esi, because she had not quite met any man as overwhelmingly appealing as him. Aside his obvious wealth and incredible looks, he had also exhibited a hidden power that she had never witnessed anywhere or in anyone before, and it tickled her romantic fancies to a point where she felt so much into him, willing wholeheartedly to belong, and to possess.
On the part of Yaw Boat, he had denied himself for far too long of the hungers of his flesh and weakened by the daily fight to quash his appetites.
Found with a gift he found hard to control and live with, he had fled from the only woman he loved and moved from one place to another until he found a moribund form of existence in this remote town, hidden from the rest of the world.
He knew this was not his calling.
He knew the Almighty God wanted him out there, living the life he had been ordained to live, finding and dealing with terrible and vindictive hosts of evil which were terrorising the workers of the Lord.
Yaw Boat was supposed to be out there as an Unblind.
And yet he refused to move, and continued to camp here and hide from the Lord. It was not as if he was afraid of facing evil, no. That fear was long gone after he met and conquered that group of infernally destructive demons known as the Legion. He also went out too sometimes, when he simply could not stand the wrath of the Lord, and he dealt with assignments the Lord had given him to perform as a form of urgency, but he refused to embrace the life on an Unblind fully.
His fear was that if he moved out of his comfort place and became a fully functional Unblind he would, sooner than later, go in search of Nicole, and might end up putting her life in danger. And so here he was, hiding, and the more he hid, the more he felt alienated from the anointing of the divine God, and the more his body cried out for the old sins, for the relief and sinful joys of the flesh!
And now here was Esi Eduafo, a girl so fresh and young, so beautiful and adoring, making it clear with every gesture, every look, and every action that she wanted to be with him, to do more than just laugh and socialize.
Predictably, he was finding it increasingly difficult not giving in to his urges. For one thing, he knew it would be destructive to move in that direction because he just could not love her in the way she sought to be loved. His heart was, and would always be, for Nicole. Any other woman would just be like the old sinful days when he just saw a body and used it to slake an unquenchable thirst.
It would be the same with Esi. He would use her for his sinful cravings and eventually leave her. In the end he would end up hurting this girl terribly. Secondly, he knew the demons and vindictive principalities were out there, waiting patiently and watching!
Those demons and agents of evil never forgot, and they never forgave! Boat remembered how Pastor Paul Anderson had been rendered so helpless and a complete vegetable by the Legion. But Boat, on his trail for vengeance against those demonic hordes, had been relentless and downright devastating, and he had hurt them, and vanquished the Legion. And since then, the mores of evil had been waiting and watching him patiently, waiting for the day he would slip up, pushing temptations in his way constantly. They were waiting for Boat to sin, eventually, and punish himself out of his positive mental capability of being loved by God.
They were waiting for him to slip up, to fall from grace into sin, to find a chink in his armour, and then they would come back with relentless vindictiveness and tear him up with the most horrifying form of death.
He sighed with dejection somewhere along the line when Joe Eduafo and his daughter walked away into the gardens, obviously overjoyed in finding a particular clump of flowers they both loved.
And for a brief moment, Boat was left alone with Mrs. Sisi Eduafo.
She was speaking and laughing, but then her eyes fell on Boat, and she saw the coldness in his eyes, and slowly the joy died from her face, and her expression changed to one of terrible horror.
She put her drink down, and her hands shook badly and tears soon filled her eyes.
“Oh, Yaw!” she wailed in an agonised, tortured voice. “You know, don’t you?”
Boat looked at her levelly, and when he spoke his voice was filled with coldness and a little bit of revulsion.
“I know you’re cheating on your husband, yes,” he said with brutal frankness, his eyes hard and cold, and watched the destruction taking place on the woman’s face which he did not regret. “I know too, that you’re going to die if you don’t stop it, because the demons are gonna come back, many and more wicked this time, and they will kill you.”
She stood up and approached him and held his right hand with both of hers desperately, and her face was one of horrified terror as she looked intently into his eyes with tears still shimmering in hers.
He saw the horror on her face, the sheer wretchedness, the indescribable pain.
“Help me, please!” Sisi Eduafo groaned. “I love my husband! I’ve never cheated on him before this! It is him, the young pastor, Tim Swallows he calls himself, from the missionaries! When he was transferred to our church, we went to the Mission House to welcome him because I am the Women’s Leader of the Church. I visited him with my assistant and five other influential women, and all of us are married! He touched each of us on the forehead, Boat! And that was it!
A week later, I visited him and I was helpless! He had his way with me! I know it is a sin, but I can’t stop it! And I’m not the only one! All the seven of us who visited him that day…all of us married! We can’t stop it! We meet and we pray and beg God…but to no avail! All he has to do is tell us to come to the Manse, and we go! With me it is Sunday evenings, after church! Not every Sunday evening, no, but the evening of the first Sunday of each month!
Mabel sees him on Mondays, Vida is on Tuesdays…the first week of each new month he takes us, Boat! And we don’t know why! We hate what we have become, what he’s making us do, but we can’t control it! We want it to stop! That is what made me so sick because I couldn’t cope with it! Make it stop, please, make it stop, if you can, if God has given you power to stop it!”
She was weeping now, softly and almost violently, and as he listened to her, and knew it was not entirely her fault, some of the furious anger and revulsion he had initially felt for her began to dissipate, and in its place was a blast of furious urge to hurt and break the Reverend Tim Swallows for this wicked atrocity!
This, he knew was sheer evil of the kind only the most horrible of dark entities could wreak! Reverend Swallows had selected seven married and respected women from this town, and he was slowly having his way with them every first week of every month…and it was for a far darker purpose, Boat knew.
“We want it to stop, pleaaaase!” the woman said in a furious wail of helplessness. “All of us, we want it to end!”
“Today is the first Sunday of the month,” Boat said quietly.
“Yes, and I’ll be with him much against my will,” Sisi Eduafo whimpered. “When I was sick it stopped, thankfully, but even in my darkest stupor in that coma, I could feel his presence with me, like a dark dream, each first Sunday. And today, when we went to church, he touched my hand and said he will see me, and I knew that I just couldn’t keep away! He has some really dark powers, Yaw!
He performs miracles and wonders, sir. And he makes our businesses flourish, and our husbands trust him, and do not suspect him. Oh, Yaw, he requests me to come to him every Sunday evening on the pretext of special prayers for the family, and Joe’s business deals indeed flourish each month. Because of that Joe encourages me not to break the pattern, as does the husbands of the other women whose businesses flourish! I can’t confess to Joe, although I’ve tried on many occasions! Please, help me!”
Boat sighed deeply and emptied his glass.
“Your husband and daughter are coming back,” Boat said quietly. “I think you should go inside and clean your face. They shouldn’t see you this torn up.”
She looked at him imploringly, face shattered, absolutely defenceless.
“Don’t worry, ma’am,” he said quietly. “Just go inside and freshen up. Tonight, I’ll come over and visit Pastor Tim Swallows!”
“Thank you, son!” she whispered tremulously, and then she let his hand go and walked quickly inside so that Esi and her husband would not see her wretched state.
Later, as he saw them off, and the parents were seated in the car, Esi Eduafo got down with a giggling excuse that she had left her bag inside the house. She smiled at Boat apologetically and went back into the room for her bag, and then she retraced her steps toward the front door.
Boat was standing in the doorway, waiting for her to walk past him, but she held his arm suddenly from behind and suddenly pulled him inside.
The door slid shut as she pushed him against the wall and pressed herself into him suddenly, desperately, hungrily.
“Oh, Yaw!” she whispered in a strained voice. “I can’t take it anymore!”
Her arms were around his neck, her body pressed to his, and then she clamped hot, soft and voluptuous lips on his.
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