CHAPTER TWENTY

2013

Two weeks into the New Year, I began to understand the kind of person an Ebie initiate became – heartless. It was as if upon joining Ebie, one’s heart turned into stone and immediately lacked human feelings and sympathy.

This was why when I recently drove through my late mother’s church, I knew the ‘battle’ was gradually intensifying. Apart from that, I had to get all the spiritual power and protection I could muster.

The look on the face of Timmy’s invisible double, the day he delivered the pretty lady near Caledonia, was one devoid of pity as he proceeded to deliver the poor lady who had no idea of what was going to befall her.

The Timmy I’d known in the past, though a chronic womaniser would never hurt a fly, and always abhorred every form of violence.

Somehow, I knew the presence of a Holy Bible inside my ‘Ebie mansion’ was totally prohibited as an Ebie initiate. I vividly remembered the painting of the goddess that fateful morning while I cleaned the ‘special bathroom’ behin