BY INIOBONG UMOH
My name is Pathai. I believe in clocks. My
religion is a clocky religion. I am not your
average guy on the street. I come from an
ancient bloodline. My ancestry is rare and I am
only living descendant of my tribe in Africa. My
ancestors were the ancient Bantus who lived in
the Bamunda Empire along the River Niger and
River Zambezi basins in the year 14 BC. They
worshiped Tata, the time God. As mankind and
civilization evolved, the worship of Tata evolved
too.
Over the years many devices have been
invented to measure time. In this current 21st
century we use clocks to measure and tell the
time.
My house is filled with clocks; wall clocks,
standing clocks, wristwatches, bed timepieces,
alarm clocks etc. The first thing my visitors see
when they walk into my house are the
numerous clocks on display. They always ask
me if am obsessed with clocks and what I am
doing with them.
Because of my paranormal nature, I see things
in the Spiritual realm. Some people around me
believe that I am psychic and they consult me
to make predictions for them.
While normal human beings see people as just
people walking on the streets, I see people
walking with clocks on their head. I see this
physically like you would see someone carrying
a bucket on the head.
Every person’s clock is set to a unique time.
Some people’s clock hands tick and move very
fast, while some others move very slowly.
The ultimate destination time is 12 midnight.
One of my fellow Bamunda descendants Prof
Tom Glidden was an American atomic
scientist. He was the one who initiated the idea
of setting a doomsday clock in New York in
1947.
12 midnight on the clock is the time set for
every human being to die.
Each human being is responsible for the
movement of the hands of his/her clocks. Your
actions and inactions, deeds and misdeeds
either shifts the hands of the clock away from
12 midnight or brings it forward to the deadline.
Every day, I take a walk on the streets to
observe the clocks on people’s head and try as
much as I can to help them slow down the rate
of movement towards 12 midnight. I have
powers to alter the rate of movement of the
clock. I usually focus on helping good people to
ensure that they live longer on the planet earth.
There are people that I cannot help because of
the kind of lives they live.
Yesterday I was out on the street watching and
observing the pedestrians on the road. A blind
man with a bowl sat by the roadside begging
for alms. A middle-aged woman walked up to
him and deposited a sum of money.
Immediately, the hands of the clock on her
head shifted backward. Her years on earth was
immediately extended.
I saw a rich man in his early sixties picking up
a teenage girl in his jeep and driving her to a
hotel room. The clock on his head was set to
10 minutes to 12 midnight. I immediately I
followed the man to stop him and to help him.
I projected a nail onto the road and it
punctured the tires of the vehicle.
The vehicle stopped and the man came out
cursing and swearing at the tires. He
immediately picked his phone and placed a
call. I hung around watching him. Seven
minutes later, a sleek Range Rover drove to the
spot. The man and the girl got into the range
rover and zoomed off, leaving the jeep with his
two of his aides. He failed to see the bad
omen that had presented itself to him as the
punctured tire.
I projected myself to the hotel they were going
to. I sat at the reception hall pretending to be
reading a newspaper and watched as the man
walked into the luxurious room he had booked
already with the girl. I was invisible as I stood
by the door. One hour later the girl ran out
screaming for help. The man was dead. He had
taken an overdose of viagra. The hands of the
clock on his head were set at 12-midnight
prompt.
I wish I can set everybody’s clocks right but I
can only reset your clock backward if your good
deeds outweigh your misdeeds.
That same evening after the hotel incidence, I
ran into a gang of armed robbers preparing to
rob a household at 1 Am. I gazed at the clocks
on the heads of the members of the household.
They were all set at fifteen minutes past 5 pm. I
then gazed at the clocks on the head of the
robbers, they were hovering at five minutes to
12 midnight. I immediately fast forwarded their
clocks to 11:59 pm and went away.
At 2 am, the armed robbers invaded the house
and robbed the family of their valuable
possessions. But before they could leave the
building, a crack team of police detectives had
laid an ambush for them. They gunned down all
of the robbers. The clocks on the head of the
robbers were all set at 12-midnight prompt.
Living a normal life is not very easy for me
because of my powers. I tend to correct people
at all times in order to slow down the rate of
movement of their clocks but they often lash
out at me. When they spurn my advice, they
suffer the consequences.
Maureen my girlfriend invited me to her church
on the third Sunday of last month. I attended
the service. As soon as the pastor climbed on
the altar to minister, I saw the clock on his
head clearly. The hands of the clock were set
at five minutes to midnight. I projected myself
into his consciousness and saw that he was
looting the church’s money and sleeping with
the female choir members and female ushers
of his church deceiving them with the promise
of marriage. He wasn’t destined to be a pastor
but because of greed, he delved into church
business. I waited impatiently for the service to
finish.
I got into his office under the guise of seeking
counsel and prayer. I confronted him with the
truth.
“Stop stealing money from the church and stop
deceiving, and sleeping with your female
members. You are not supposed to be a
pastor.”
His eyes bulged out and his mouth was wide
agape as the shock registered on his face. He
looked at me as if he had just seen a ghost.
“How did you know? Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know who I am. Just do as I
say. Your lifespan is running out and you would
soon die if you continue in this. You have to
quit this business and apologize to your female
members for deceiving them”
“Thank you, Sir, thank you Sir” he muttered like
a grateful school pupil.
Maureen called me the next Sunday afternoon
telling me of the shock announcement of the
pastor that he was quitting the ministry and his
confession of sleeping with young ladies in the
church”
“You don’t seem surprised by your voice tone.”
She said to me.
“I am not surprised because churches these
days are something else” I replied. I couldn’t
bear to tell her the truth. She would freak out. I
would have to let her in on my clock secret at a
very slow pace. Maureen’s clock is fixed at 1
pm. She is a very nice person and has many
more years to live on earth.
Right now, I can see your clock on your head.
Should I tell you what time it is?
When next you see me strolling down your
street, just know that I am on a mission to
reset some clocks and also to fast forward
some clocks.
I believe in clocks. I love clocks.
THE END
