The dreams of a mother (Cry of a dying soul) - Season 1 - Episode 24

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The dreams of a mother (Cry of a dying soul) - Season 1 - Episode 24

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Bella: “Are you now eavesdropping on people’s conversations?” she attacked him.

Tania: “Ï wasn’t done talking, I was going to say, my husband’s childhood” she said uneasily, but her dazzling smile covered her uneasiness.

Gberan: “Öh well, I was so enveloped in my own pain, I forgot how you and Damilola must be feeling too, you guys loved Dayo”

Tania: “We were going to adopt him when we heard that he wasn’t your lovechild as we had thought. It is all my fault, he was scared because of the accident” she said and burst into sobs.
Gberan stepped forward and embraced her, while Bella just stood aloof. Damilola came in with a grim face and announced to everyone that the security footage showed Dayo leaving the hospital premises. It cleared all the thoughts of his abduction.

“Run far away Dayo, I don’t want to see you anywhere around my family, you cannot come and shadow my own child or steal his father’s love and attention” Bella mused as the men talked.

“Don’t make me find you, because if I do, I will finish what I started. Now, I shall set to getting a child for my husband” Tania mused.

Damilola called his police commissioner friend and told him about Dayo, a search for Dayo was conducted. At the same time, bulletins were put in all the popular radio and television stations, with Dayo’s picture. They went a step further and asked that the missing person’s bulletin be put on Adelove.com, the CEO of the company was gracious enough to do it at no cost, as he was also interested in seeing Dayo returned home safely to his family.

Dayo stood helplessly until an elderly man carrying a sack bag came to ask him why he was standing like that, and where were his parents. Dayo told him that his parents were dead, and he was in an accident, after treating him, the doctors sent him away. The man became thoughtful and after which he asked Dayo to come with him on the bus.

They boarded the bus together and even though the passengers knew that Dayo was going away with a man he did not know, they did not raise objections; they had seen too many abandoned children in Lagos to care.

The bus quickly filled up and the journey to Oshogbo began. Dayo was going to Oshogbo to meet Madam Lagos, while the latter was in a flight to Lagos to look for the son that had been entrusted into her care. The journey was tiresome for Dayo who had never been on a bus, and after a few hours, the bus parked at the Oshogbo bus park. By this time, it was already night.

Dayo: “Thank you very much sir, may God bless you” he said and made to go, but the man stopped him, with a hand on his shoulder. Dayo’s eyes glazed over, and he began to follow the man wherever he went. They boarded a taxi that took them out of Oshogbo into a rural village in Osun state, and to the house of a powerful medicine man.

Elderly man: “Baba Osun, Oya has blessed my trip as he has delivered a healthy boy into my hand for the sacrifice” he said, laughing hysterically.

Baba Osun: “I feel bad about this oh, the moment this boy stepped into this compound, I felt shivers all over my body” he said in Yoruba.

Elderly man: “You worry too much, he is just an ordinary boy. Can’t you see he is under my spell?” he said and pushed Dayo into a dark room.

Dayo’s mind was clouded with the spell the elderly man had cast on him like cobwebs. In the fogginess of his mind, a part of him remained and he strove to push the cobwebs around his mind. He tried to remember who he was and what had brought him here.

“I am Dayo, I want to be a doctor because it is my mother’s dream” the voice was little in his mind, but Dayo held on to it until it got louder and filled his mind, overpowering the potency of the man’s spell. He broke free of the spell, and his eyes returned to normal.

Dayo: “How am I here and how do I get out of here?” he whispered to himself. He looked around the moonlit room, he could barely see, but the window from which the moonlight was beaming through, was open. He walked tentatively to the window and looked out into the still night. He had not even climbed on the window sill, when the door of the room cracked open, and the elderly man stood in the doorway, like a demon, lit only by the moonlight.