— A story of finding one's path
Predestination
Tunji was done with the marriage, but the words Baba uttered two days ago lingered, and he was left in a dilemma.
Would he rather stay with his wife and wait for their third child to grow and fulfill prophecy or run away with Dara, who was pregnant for him? He wasn’t sure if he would live long enough to see the child fulfill prophecy, but he was sure of having a good time with Dara. After all, Dara was younger. She had just clocked twenty-two, and her body was still in shape. Amoke, on the other hand, was thirty-six with her third child.
She had breastfed two children already, a woman with many battles. Dara had just Tunji to worry about. She had no plans of having more children; this pregnancy was a mistake, and Tunji had asked to keep the baby. “One child will not alter your beautiful body,” he persuaded her.
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Tunji, who was 41, had just welcomed his third child with Amoke. Unlike Oluwafemi, his first child, and Opeyemi, his first daughter, he wanted to know if the third child had anything good in her. He had tried several times over the years to get rich but failed. From listening to various radio late-night shows aired by indigenous traditionalists to visiting clerics for consultation, none was successful. The first time he had nearly been congratulated for being the richest man in his community, he was jinxed by his landlord, who had caught him sprinkling the blood of slaughtered goats around the compound. Ever since, he either performed his rituals at his shop or at the place of consultation.
Because Baba, his spiritual consultant, had told him to watch out for unusual events in the space of one year, he took Amoke’s pregnancy to be a sign. Even though he no longer fancied Amoke. Since the birth of Opeyemi five years ago, they had stopped being intimate. Everything Amoke wore was old-fashioned and unappealing. He was no longer interested in a woman who couldn’t keep quiet about providing for the family.
Olabode, who had told him that his wife provides for his family without telling anyone, even though he beats her, said denying a woman intimacy will crumble any strength left in her to fight back.
However, the day he returned home drunk, he fell on Amoke, who had just a wrapper tied to her body and a newly weaved koroba, his most preferred hairstyle.
The night was a rekindling of their once-loved memories. As a result of that night, Amoke conceived. He was amazed, as Amoke never conceived after a single encounter. He was eager to decipher what Baba meant by unusual events, so he ran to him.
“Baba!
