Isaac closed his eyes and swallowed spit. Then some more. This had to be a bad dream.
He opened his eyes again and still saw
his father this man holding the knife.
This guy is serious sha!
He tried to talk, but he was also gagged. He struggled against the ropes, and that caught the attention of Abraham who looked at him.
For one moment, they stared into each other’s eyes. Father into son’s… son into father’s. He put all the mushiness he could possibly summon at that point into the look. He didn’t know what had gotten into his father but it wasn’t too late to snap out of it, right?
And then Abraham used his hands to block his sight and everything went dark.
E don be!
By this time, he had started sweating profusely, despite the weather being chilly.
He prayed and prayed. He must have been there for an hour (two minutes actually) and he was wondering what was taking the man so long.
And then, all of a sudden, he heard the angelic chorus of…
“Halellujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle e lu jaaaah”
HE WAS SAVED… BY ANGELS!
Ahhh, false alarm. It was just his father’s ringtone
“Yes dear. The sacrifice is going on well. I’m… I’m just about to start.”
Mum? MUM!!! MOTHER!!! MUMMMYYYYYY!!!!!
He struggled against the ropes to no avail. His father’s firm grip held him down. He was remarkably strong for a man his age…using one hand to hold him down like this.
“Isaac is fine. He’s busy at the moment.”
“What’s he doing? Errm, he’s a bit tied up in preparation right now.”
“….ok, will call u later. Love you.”
He swallowed spit, this was the end.
His father prayed. It was a touching prayer and he felt his tears as they rolled down his cheeks and fell unto his face. Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear the details as the sound of his heart beat covered everything else.
He froze as he felt the cold steel on his neck. This was it. He couldn’t breathe! Oh my God…
Ten minutes later, he stood by his father watching as the smoke from the slaughtered lamb, (that had mysteriously and miraculously appeared) floated above them.
He was too
traumatized shocked to say anything. From the moment his father took his hands off him, untied him, hugged him with tears while screaming “GOD will provide, GOD has provided, hallelujah!”… to when the offering was complete.
When they were done, he carried the bag and started walking back towards the direction they came from.
THE WALK BACK…
They had walked a few hours in total silence, each one to his own thoughts. Really, what does one say to the person that almost sliced your throat open? Or what does he say to you?
I would have been dead by now…
He walked on.
Still kept walking.
He increased his pace.
“But you know I love you.”
“Ehn, ehn ehn.. popsie no go there at all! No go dia!!!”
He turned to face his father. He had been holding back his words since he got off the altar, but now…
“Beht why naow? So you for just arrange me like that? Is it fair?”
“But I was just following instructions. You know the kind of person I am!”
“Ehen… instructions abi. Ok, I understand. But Papa, even when dem they tell you say ram don show, you no gree o. You dey bind devil, you talk say devil no go discourage you, say you mustu slice my throat by force by fire. Chai!!! Abi you think say I no hia too?
“Hmmm. I thought I told you to always speak proper English!”
“Shuuuo, papa English no get vocabulary for wetin I wan talk oh. In fact I don die for there, I dey lie down, you block my eyes…..”
His father tuned out. The important thing was that his only son was still alive. He believed that even if GOD had let him take his life, HE was more than capable of giving him many more sons; or even raising Isaac up from the dead. Let the boy ramble, he’ll get over it.
He started humming a song, still ignoring the boy when…
“…you’re not listening to me again abi. No wahala. I know where to catch you sir.”
Abraham laughed. Oh how he loved this funny and interesting son of his.
“And where will you catch me.”
Isaac smiled mischievously. “I’LL TELL MOMSIE!”
The blood drained from his face. SARAH!!!
YEEY! NA THE REAL YAWA BE THIS…
“Errrr, son, oya make we talk well…..”