A Continuous Journey: Sequel to Love so Pure

By Gesiere Brisibe-Dorgu

A Continuous Journey: Sequel to Love So Pure is a continuation of the extraordinary lives of two ordinary persons, Ziboere and Layefa. Their epic journey to the mythical kingdom of Erereama signaled the beginning of conscious living while on this earth plane.

As their life styles unfold, it will become clear that a meaningful life is not necessarily lived in a dramatic way. What matters most is the positive impact it has on others and the world at large.

There is no doubt that we live in a mysterious world full of deep secrets. There is also no doubt that these secrets are divulged to those whose soul search goes deep.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9781546235767

Gesiere Brisibe-Dorgu

Educated in the United States of America, Gesiere Brisibe-Dorgu holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in Political Science from the University of Minnesota, Twin Cities, Minnesota and a Master of arts degree in Public Administration from Mankato State University, Minnesota. She is the founder and president of KEMSESE, Center for Young People in Need, a non-pro¬ t organization. Gesiere Brisibe-Dorgu is a self-taught visual artist.

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Published by AuthorHouse 04/04/2018

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

The Intimate Layefa

Layefa’s Insight

Ziboere’s Exclusive

Layefa And Reality

Ziboere Taking Action

Glossary

About the Book

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

M Y SINCERE THANKS go to all who encouraged me. I am most grateful to those who proofread and edited the book, especially Bakumor Yolo, Stevie Waidor and Emmanuel Michael.

Thanks for your unflinching support.

W HAT A DAY! What a night! Exciting! Intoxicating! Baffling! Euphoric!

Layefa and I departed Erereama with the understanding that we were now ready to embark upon our final mission. Our re-entry into earth’s atmosphere was breathtakingly unreal. We assumed that our ‘little’ trip would not cause too much distress to our families and loved ones. Our concern however turned to perplexity as we got our bearings fully and noticed the physical changes in the environment. Perplexity eventually turned to full blown incredulity when we saw a neon signboard in front of a United Africa Company (UAC) building reading WELCOME TO 1969! Layefa and I looked at each other and shook our heads in wonder.

This is an impossibility Ziboere! An absolute impossibility! Layefa shouted. We barely slept and …to think that we’ve been away for an incredible thirty yes! Noo! I mean…

I know Layefa! As far as we could tell, not more than a night or two had passed since we left home!

Exactly!

How true my dear Layefa then, that the concept of time exists more on this plain of existence than in the esoteric world…hmm…but then again, it may also be same here and people are not tuned in properly! I sighed. Needless to say all manner of thoughts fought for space in my mind.

Will my beloved Billflow still be alive? What about my cherished mother? Did the grief of my disappearance send her to meet her ancestors in an unexpected way? Ah, and my baby Ebiere! How did you take the unexplained absence of your mother? How many times did you cry yourself to sleep my child?

When we finally got to my house, tremors were set off not just in the inner circles of my family but the entire neighborhood. My husband fainted and it took quite a while to revive him while riots broke out among the indigenous people living in immediate vicinity. Shouts of witch, witch rented the air!

"How can she just re-appear after a whole thirty years, looking even younger than her own daughter ehn? Na mami-water bi dis. Full stop! Dis kine tin neva happen for dis world, why e go happen for we place? E-ku-wo-o! Tufia! Na wa-yo-e! Dis na big wonder!" were some comments we overheard as more and more persons trooped to our gate.

The crowd was increasing by the hour and we realized that the situation could easily get out of control if not tactfully handled. Many of the people were clearly curiosity mongers, witch hunters and troublemakers. They came for war and demanded all manner of sacrifices. Nothing we said appeased them. Blood sacrifice and blood sacrifice alone would return sanity and calm to their neighborhood, they insisted. It was astonishing that my re-appearance after thirty years had purportedly released all manner of demons into this otherwise peaceful community!

There is a riddle here Ziboere. I absolutely cannot make sense of these people’s claims! Layefa exclaimed.

You can say that again! The bastards! I think they’re simply mad! Fumed Billflow.

Need I say our mission begins right now? I asked Layefa.

You may be right Ziboere.. What was that? He shouted, docking as a stick flew over his head. Other forms of missiles followed as fights broke out among the people who pushed and shoved each other in their struggle to ‘capture’ me. The situation got so dangerous that I had to firmly take control and bring the rampaging mob back to their senses. I did this by offering Bilflow my husband, for the so-called sacrifice they demanded. Needless to say my daughter was horrified by my action and the ensuing conversation clearly showed the level of her anxiety.

Mama, what a terrible thing to do! How can you put daddy before those blood thirsty..!

Ssh! Please trust your mother my darling. I know what I am doing!

What! Are you seeing all the dangerous weapons those barbarians are wielding and…..and….!

Hey little angel! Trust your mother. All will be well. Layefa quietly assured Ebiere.

Meanwhile, a serious rift had erupted amongst the key members of the group. No-ey! No-ey! Noo! Listen to me! Shouted the leader.

"Carry him away! We go deal wit you! retorted a young muscular youth with eyes, the colour of red mud and teeth that resembled those of a roasted goat. See my people, the truth of the matter is ….!" Cried Odudu, their leader but not a single person was interested in listening to him.

"Nonsense! Stupid! You don die! You don die! You go die! You go die!" The infuriated crowd chanted as they carried him shoulder high to parts unknown.

We quietly walked into the sitting room and sat down. It was as if speech momentarily exited our collective consciousness, then returned with a rush.

Wao! Wao! Sighed everyone, almost at once.

Mama, I just can’t get over it. How on earth could those people equate their illnesses and epidemics to your appearance or should I say reappearance? This is just plain stupidity! Ebiere fumed. Her husband Oyinpreye, who had remained in shocked silence all along merely shook his head and muttered.

My good Lord, have mercy! Mama Ziboere, you have your work cut out in big bold letters I dare say! What crass ignorance! What a waste!

Uncle Layefa, you didn’t seem frightened, why? Ebiere asked.

Because my dear, I know who your mother is. You cannot begin to fathom the extent of your mother’s abilities and …..

Billflow sighed and got up unsteadily. Oyinpreye quickly rushed to support him.

"What can I say my darling Zib. You are both the old wife of mine and the new mistress of wonder I am destined to experience. I need to rest these old bones so let us bid this day of love and danger, a good bai were-o!"

Very well said Bill! Very well said! Layefa agreed clapping.

Everyone cheered and clapped. I could barely keep myself from shedding a few tears as I held Bill in a tight embrace.

A day of love and a night of danger was the way my husband described the situation after a vengeful crowd turned on their leader and carried him away. Recall if you may, that in the closing chapter of LOVE SO PURE, some indigenes of the community where Bilflow lived, accused me of witchcraft when I reappeared, seemingly from beyond the grave, after almost thirty years! These people blamed the sudden deaths of their relatives shortly before and immediately after my arrival on the evil manipulations masterminded by me, hence their desire for some kind of resolution or restitution through the performances of sacrifices.

Before the rude intrusion of the indigenes, our family, including Ebiere our daughter, her husband Oyinpreye and their twin children Boloere and Amari together with my soul mate, Layefa had gathered for after dinner drinks and discussions. I was yet to fully brief my husband and children about the incredible and almost unbelievable odyssey we had just emerged from. Layefa himself had not even contacted his parents or friends.

We went to bed that night, with the full realization that the last may not have been heard about my reappearance. It was predictable that all manner of stories would be woven around and about my life as news that I was not dead, continued to spread in Ezelemo and beyond. My beloved mother whom Bill had also taken as his mother and who had been living with him for almost ten years, transited peacefully in her sleep the very night of my arrival. Oh fate! Could you not let mother and daughter enjoy a few days, months or years of uncontaminated bonding? I sighed.

But you know the answer, came the reply from within my spirit.

Yes but… I murmured.

How can there be yes but, dearest Ziboere, whispered a voice. Even before I turned around, I knew to whom it belonged. We embraced and the tears, which were in hiding rolled down my cheeks unchecked.

I know Layefa but it still hurts.

Of course my dear! I believe we have yet to acquire immunity against such emotions and ….

But I thought we had….

Yes, Ziboere we have, you particularly, have all kinds of immunities. Yes you have!

I mourned my adored Nene, even as I will forever celebrate her. It was the nature of earth life that certain relationships reach down into our very core and light a lamp, which never goes out. The duo of Nene and I established such a relationship. Her transitional ceremonies put a lot of strain on Bill, who insisted that he must be involved in every aspect.

My Nene must be given a proper farewell. This is my responsibility, my duty. He insisted.

A few days after our return from my mother’s hometown Bulou-Ozobo, another group appeared in front of our house. They talked excited and apparently wanted to see or touch the ‘resurrected’ woman. Thankfully, Layefa was around to douse the tension as he moved through the crowd and as if by magic, shooed them away.

Meanwhile, I noticed that my husband’s health was not at optimum. His energy field was not strong, though he was clearly happy. Sensing that I was observing him closely, he reached for my two hands and squeezed them.

I am a lucky man and I’m so happy! What a blessed life I have! To have and hold you in my arms again, after thirty years is beyond blessed. It is heaven! Heaven!

There was a faraway look in his eyes and he appeared to be talking to himself. I gently wiped the tears slowly running down his cheeks. As I kissed his forehead, he smiled radiantly.

Come and have something to eat! I said, pulling him slowly to his feet.

Don’t worry my darling, I’m not hungry. Just stay close to me, He murmured, holding me tight and swaying to the rhythm of a distant song heard within his soul. The magic of the moment was however broken by the unceremonious entrance of a weeping maid.

"Madam! I don die-o! Eh! Abeg, help me! Help me!" She wailed, rolling on the floor. Eh! My own don end! My own don end-eh!

After much prodding, I discovered that the young lady saw a strange worm behind the house which she had been told was a bad omen, portending grave danger.

What did I do to you madam?I have never seen such a thing since I started working for Oga Billflow….I am told that it is your face that is bringing….all kinds of things…bad things…hey, what did I do to youuu-ooo! She said, still crying as if her life was about to end that very minute. Bill and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

Had no idea I was harboring a bunch of superstitious fellows! He stated, throwing up his hands in the air.

I will not have this rubbish repeated. It’s time to do some house cleaning I think! He said, matching with surprising agility into the main living room. I caught up with him just as he was about to summon the household staff.

Come on Bill, calm down! Please do not distress yourself. It is alright. I’ll handle this, okay! I assured, gently guiding him to