CAMARADERIE TROUBLES novel Chapter 28

bimbo left his brother’s house a little more

lightened than he initially was. He dug his

hand into his pocket, feeling the Naira notes

brushing against the back of his hand. He

pushed away the fact that his brother could

do more than this. Surely thirty thousand

Naira was nothing where his brother was,

but he refused to think about that. He was

grateful for the money he was given and

knew that the God that brought this would

bring the remaining. There was that

nagging thought though. This was just

thirty thousand Naira, where was he going

to get the remaining two hundred and

seventy thousand Naira?

bimbo’s tired legs moved methodically by

the side of the road, he barely felt them

beneath him. His feet were sore and achy,

emitting enough heat to roast a chicken.

The sole of his shoe announced the level of

his tracking louder than words but bimbo

couldn’t care less.

A bitter taste eroded his mouth as he

remembered Jamal. bimbo had preached

about forgiveness more times than he could

count, but this? No! bimbo didn’t think he

could forgive Jamal for what he did. He

couldn’t forgive Jamal for adding to his pain

and sorrow. He couldn’t forgive Jamal for

being the cause of his current misery. He

just couldn’t. That was one of the many

downsides to being a pastor. How could he

be seen to be contradicting what he always

preached about?

bimbo pushed that thought aside and tried

to think of another place he could get

money. He had been to five people before he

put aside his pride to visit his brother;

where could he go from here. He surely

wasn’t going to ask money from any church

member, but the days were running out. He

had just three days left, three days to give Mr

Ishola his money back. Yet, IK was

still in the hospital. He needed money. He