SPAWN -2

If you have not read the prequel, please click  HERE  to read, so you can enjoy the story to the ‘fullest maximum’ like brother falz would say. Lol
 


 
Ene sat on the bar stool next to Bode
 
‘I would have a cocktail and Y’olu you won’t mind sparkling water with a little lemon, would you?’
 
Y’olu turned his neck, which had been aiding his eyes to scan the large room, to his Mum. ‘I don’t want. I want to share Daddy’s drink.’ He turned to his father and spread out his arms. ‘Dad carry me. And why is your drink so small? This place is diff-‘
 
 
 
Bode jumped down from the stool, snatched Y’olu from the ground and clutched to him to his chest, grabbed Ene by the arm and dragged her out of the club, but not before the bartender made sure to collect #7, 000 for the two shots Bode consumed. When they were outside, Bode turned belligerent eyes to Ene. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’
 
 
 
‘Bringing the mountain to a Muhammad who has refused to come to it. What does it look like?’
 
Bode dropped Y’olu, handed him the car keys and told him to go into the car.
 
‘Dad, can I go inside’ Y’olu pointed at the club. ‘I li-‘
 
‘No! Get into the car immediately!’ The vehemence in Bode’s voice set Y’olu on his heels towards the car park. Bode followed him with his eyes.
 
‘Are you out of your mind?!  How dare you bring my son to a place like this? And first off, how did you get past those burly bouncers with a major minor like Y’olu?’ His pulse was hammering in his neck. His head expanding with fury.
 
‘The question should be, why would you stay away from us in a place you don’t want us to come? This must be an insane idea, but I had no other choice. Y’olu kept wheedling me to bring him to you. He hasn’t set his eyes on you for close to a week. You come home by the time he’s in bed and leave before he’s up. Bode, this boy needs you. And as regards the bouncers, everyone has a price, you of all people should know that.’
 
 
 
Again the cryptic undercurrents that accompanied Ene’s statements. She always had an undertow to almost everything she said but now, Bode didn’t have the time to think of what she meant by her last statement. All he could see with his mind’s eye was the picture of Y’olu in the club and this made his insides tighten. A seed had been planted, the kind that was planted in him the day he stepped foot in Odaro. He bowed his head and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger. He would never forgive himself if he passed down this side of him to his son. He had to do something. But he knew there was nothing he could do to root out the seed that was already planted in Y’olu. He knew ’cos nothing Uncle Dawn did, quenched his own desire for the bar, if anything, it revved his passion.
 
 
 
Bode turned and walked towards the music blasting from the pool party that was ongoing on the left wing of the club premise.
 
 
 
‘You’re not going to say anything, you’re just going to go back? Why did you marry me if the club is all the satisfaction you need?!’ Ene barked at the brink of tears.
 
 
 
If the club satisfied, would I be returning here every night? Bode wondered as he continued walking not sparing Ene as much as a glance.
 
 
 
He leaned his head against the wall. He could feel the base of the mixed beat being played by the DJ reverberate in the wall. He saw something startling with his side-eye and then turned his full attention to it.
 
 
 
Y’olu froze in his tracks as his eyes jammed his father’s. Bode wanted to charge at Y’olu and give him the beating of his life. The boy was sneaking to the pool party that was on in the club’s exterior! How would Bode make this young one understand that he was only trying to save him from himself? Trying to teach him to ignore the nudge of desire before it grows to become a compelling force? Bode wanted to leave marks on Y’olu’s back that would remind him never to try defying his Father’s instructions. But then, he remembered that the marks Uncle Dawn left on his own bum, only served to quell his hunger for the world for a while.
 
 
 
Y’olu eyes brimmed with tears. ‘Dad I’m sorry’ Bode couldn’t hear Y’olu over the din of the ‘Ah skibi, skibi skibi, ah skibo’ the DJ was now playing, but he was able to read his son’s tremulous lips. The DJ scratched his sound and there was a trumpet blast before he switched to ‘Body o che che che, o che che’ that preceded the prelude of the song, and the common scream of excitement the crowd gave must have been a thumbs up to DJ turner.
 
 
 
‘Get back in the car’ Bode ordered in a subdued tone.
 
 
 
This was beyond him. How was he ever going to help his son? He walked over to Ene who was standing with jaws set, the fierce accusation pouring forth from her eyes with a freezing power like she was the mythological character, Medusa. Except that she did not have slithering snakes for hair, instead, she had a jet-black weave that flowed over her shoulders.  ‘Please go to the car to be with Y’olu, please watch over him.’
 
 
 
‘Why do you care all of a sudden? If it means anything to you, you would go watch over your son yourself and you won’t be looking for a way to get rid of us, with the guise of this slimy care. All you want is to have us out of your face so you can get back into the club.’
 
 
 
Bode had had enough. ‘For the sakes of common sense that boy was walking to the pool party before I stopped him. What if he got missing, or kidnapped? What if he tripped in the pool and drowned? And even if none of those obvious hazards happen-’ Bode stopped himself. He was already shaking and he knew he couldn’t make Ene understand.
 
 
 
He let out his breath in frustration. ‘I’d join both of you in the car shortly and we shall go home, but right now I need a few minutes to process things in my head.’
 
 
 
Ene had never seen Bode that way before. He looked so sober, the man who always seemed in control now sounded under. She simply turned and went to the car.
 
 
 
Bode hugged his bodice, drew a shaky breath and lifted up his face.
 
 
 
‘O God,’ Bode started, unsure of what he was doing ‘I haven’t said a word to you in like forever. I haven’t dimmed it necessary to say sorry for the way I’ve lived my life, nor to seek your consent on any issue. I haven’t come to the throne of grace to receive help like Dad used to say. I’ve been in control of my fate for a while now, and I’m sure doing a terrible job of it. But Lord, help me with this one thing; don’t let my son end up like me. Lord let him grow to be all you want him to be. I can’t do this oh God. Pleeeaasee.’
 
 
 
You can’t lead your son to me when you yourself don’t know me. Come unto me Olabode Ajibade Williams, and I would give you rest. Learn of me first, before you can show me to your family.
 
 
 
Bode swiftly turned his head around, who said that to him? No one was behind him and then the words his father read to him decades back, rang in his mind;
 
You shall hear a voice behind you saying ‘this is the way, walk in it’
 
He had seen the pastor lead sinners to Christ too many times not to know what to do.
 
 
 
THE END
 
 
 
There’s a power that was given to mankind at creation and that is the power to multiply after our kind. This strategy is the wisdom of God. Such that when he’s raising a man/woman, he knows he’s raising generations. Paul attested to the genuine faith which was in Timothy, which first existed in his grandmother Lois, and then his mother, Eunice. See how the faith was handed down from one generation to another? Psalm 78:4 says, ‘We’re not keeping this to ourselves; we’re passing it along to the next generation!’ (MSG)
 
 
 
But this doesn’t just apply to the good things alone. Negative habits are also unwittingly passed down to those we have influence over. This is why, it is important for us as believers to grow to maturity in Christ so that our spawns would not just be in our own image, but in God’s image. This applies first to parents, but not to them alone, for we all affect people’s lives whether we are conscious of the fact or not.
 
 
 
Now, this fictional piece is not meant to undermine the place of discipline in child-rearing. The rod is still the biblical tool for exorcising foolishness from a child’s heart. But the point I want to drive home is this, a whip without life, would achieve little or nothing. Beyond what is preached with lips or whips, these children look up to our lives. And if there’s a conflict between the message preached with life and lips/whips, they would tend toward the former. Because life begets life.
 
 
 
Let’s move from here trusting God to learn of Christ that we might be able to raise godly seeds that would abide. God bless you.
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9 Comments

  1. Wow…… Just wowwwwww.
    Started with a tensional build and let us down with a salient comical relief. I had to wait until the end to blink. Hehehehe.
    And Yes…. “the apple never falls too far from the tree…” with every ounce of behavioural shift or sustainance, is a man dancing to the tunes of his DNA.
    I believe that is why God needs us to be born again: a new birth from whence there is a spirit mutation —a shift from our inherited surplus. ” And perhaps…a slope at the base of the tree, to afford the apple opportunity to roll far from the tree.”
    Thank you Goodness, you should write more stories, you know?! 😂

    1. Author

      Wow! Only Dei Profundis can make a comment so much like a review, and this profound. Thank you so so much. I hope to write more stories myself

  2. This is really amazing…nice one Goodness

  3. This is really good stuff Goodness. Not only did it get me thinking, it got me crying.

  4. Nice one bro more grace bless you in Jesus name
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