🎬 Season 1, Episode 13 - "The uncertainties”

"The uncertainties”

Aunty Dorothy clutches her phone, her breathing heavy. Rev. Kukpeje’s name flashes on the screen again. The memory of what she saw in his office haunts her. She angrily hits “END CALL” for the third time. Her eyes brim with tears a mix of betrayal and disbelief.
She whispers to herself:
“How could you, Rev? With her? After everything you promised me?”

She picks up a framed photo of the Reverend and her, taken during a church retreat, and places it face down.

Chukwuamaka walks in from choir rehearsal, pretending nothing happened. Her steps are light, her face adorned with a rehearsed smile.

CHUKWUAMAKA(sweetly): Rehearsal today was… whew! Spirit-filled! I think the Pastor is really planning something great for the Easter production.
Obiora, seated in the couch, stares blankly at the wall. His body feels heavy. He slowly turns to her, noticing a glow on her skin… and the scent of a perfume he hasn’t smelled before.

OBIORA(weakly):That’s… good. You looked happy. That’s what matters.
She walks past him with a smirk, heading to the kitchen.
But Obiora’s eyes follow her… something doesn’t sit right in his spirit. There’s a pain in his chest again. His skin is cold, despite the heat.

Rev. Kukpeje paces furiously. He’s sweating profusely though the air conditioner is on full chill at 16. He picks up his phone again. Aunty Dorothy’s number. Rings… but as usual, it gets declined.
He slams the phone on the table.
REV. KUKPEJE(mutters): This can’t come out. God forbid it leaks… My ministry… everything will be destroyed.

Rev. Kukpeje flashes from his memory; on one of his knee, proposing to Aunty Dorothy after a midweek service. She was surprised but happy. He promised to make it official soon. Now it all feels like a distant lie.
He looks at the Bible on his desk and covers it with a file, shame dancing in his eyes.

The next morning, Obiora hasn’t moved from the couch. His breathing is labored. A mild fever has taken over, and cold sweats trickle down his back.

Chukwuamaka walks out of the bedroom.
CHUKWUAMAKA(startled): You didn’t come to bed?
OBIORA(struggling): I don’t know… I just… I feel cold, my head hurts, like… something isnt right with me.
CHUKWUAMAKA(fake concern): Oh no. Maybe it’s just stress. Should I make tea?
She walks toward the kitchen but slows down when Obiora’s phone rings on the table. He motions for her.
OBIORA: Please, pick the phone for me… who’s calling?
Chukwuamaka picks it up… and freezes.

Caller ID: Aunty Dorothy.

The phone slips from her hand. Her face turns pale. She stammers and staggers backward, crashing into a side stool and landing on the ground.

OBIORA(concerned): Chuks! Are you okay?
He attempts to rise from the couch and rush to her… but mid-way, his legs give in.
OBIORA(struggling): I… I can’t feel my legs…
He falls with a thud to the floor, his eyes fluttering.
CHUKWUAMAKA(screams): Obi!!!

She rushes to him and cradles his head. His lips are trembling. His fingers twitch.

Aunty Dorothy went on her knees in prayer as the call to Obi was not answered. Her face drenched in tears. She starts to pray, not just for herself but for the truth to come out. As she cries to God, her phone rings again… Rev. Kukpeje. She ignores it. But then, she gets a text from an unknown number:

“If you don’t speak, others will suffer. – Unknown”


Rev. Kukpeje stands behind the pulpit. His eyes scan the congregation. He looks drained. From the altar, he notices the empty seat where Obiora and Chukwuamaka usually sit. A flicker of guilt shows on his face. He raises his hands to pray, but his hands tremble.


Obiora lies in bed, breathing heavily. Chukwuamaka wipes his forehead. She seems completely oblivious to Baba's instruction on the charm. Obiora coughs so loud,
Chukwuamaka panics, as the sound of cough was scary, she lies beside Obiora, holding his hand tightly… but a single tear slips from her eye. Maybe, just maybe… the guilt is settling in.

Aunty Amina, Obiora junior mother who lives in the village had a dream of Obiora walking alone in an empty street, holding a flower in his hand. As she drew closer to Obiora, the more distant she seem from him. She consulted a spiritualist from their village, that consulted their family oracle after hearing of Aunty Amina narate her dream. He nods slowly, then turns to Aunty Amina and says:

“The path of betrayal is laced with blood. A grave will open soon… unless truth is unveiled.”

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