Linda’s Diary: Entry 22

Wednesday, 5th March 2014


Dear Jennifer,

The police came to my house in the morning. They said they wanted to ask me a few questions about Tiger. But I told them I was not ready for an interrogation about anything. One of them insisted that it was important that I told them what I knew about Tiger for my own safety. He went on asking me whether and how many times the man has been at my house. 

“If there’s anything you want to know about him, I think the best person to ask would be my husband,” I replied. “Not that they do interact, but he is the head of this family and is answerable to anything.”

“Well that depends on whether you want him arrested or not,” said one of the two male cops. 

“Arrested!” I exclaimed. “Um… okay… whatever it is, get your bloody arse cheeks out of here, now!” I was irritated. Did they think they would put me down with a threat? Nay, gal, I would not speak to them about anything.

I think it is time Georgie got his sh*t together for his own problems. I have my hands already full with my issues and I’m not picking up anyone’s rubbish anymore. 

“Okay. We shall go, but don’t cast any blames on us afterward. All we wanted was to keep you safe from all these, but you’ve denied us the chance.”

“You go. Come back when you figure out he’s around or see him in his office.” The man nodded and gesticulated at his friend to leave. I watched as they matched out of my compound, and then I went after them and closed the gate which had been open all along.

I went about other activities and later left to the central police station to see how far they were with their search for the missing pastor. The policeman who had recorded my details in the occurrence book (OB) reached out to me with a warm reassuring smile when he saw me at the counter. 

“My lady, I’m glad you’re here. How’re you,” he greeted, reaching out his hand for a shake. 

“I could be better. The pastor’s fate still worries me quite a lot, you know,” I answered, shaking his warm hand. 

“Wait, the pastor? What’s that all about?” he asked, sounding benighted over the issue. I wondered whether he was joking or sure he did not know about the issue I had reported to him, just him. 

“What? Are you cracking a joke, sir?” I asked in a very serious tone. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mum. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, God help me!” I produced a note containing the OB number he gave me and handed it to him. 

“Oh, who gave you this?” he asked with a fit of surprise indicating on his face. 

“Check it in the occurence book, child!” I instructed. He hesitated awhile then turned to the large yellow-paged book lying in front of him and perused through. After some time, he closed the book and turned his attention on me. He said, “I’m sorry there’s no such thing.”

“What!” I exclaimed and looked at him blankly for a while before requesting, “Could I please speak to the director of criminal investigation then?”

“Mr Adonijah?”


“His office is up, on the second floor, door number 2A on your right. But I guess he’s in a meeting.”

I left him without having another word and walked up the stairs to the director’s office. I knocked at the door twice before a plum woman finally appeared at the doorway.

“Good morning, miss. I’m Linda Argwins and I’d like to speak to the director. Is he around?”

“Good morning. The director’s not around. He’s in a meeting elsewhere.”

“Okay, and… could I please see the officer in charge of the police department?”

“The OCPD? That’s in the police department. Go to block B and climb up to the fourth floor, room number 5C. Though I think he too is in that meeting right now.”

“Are all the senior officers in that meeting today?”

“Most of them, not all. Remember it’s midweek.”

“Okay. And, by the way, would the director mind if you gave me his number?”

She looked at me descerninngly for a while and then replied, “I’d rather not. He’s a man of his own standards.”

“What does that mean or have to do with you giving me his contact?” I asked, failing to grasp what she had just said.

“He doesn’t take in unnecessary associations, cause most of the time he’s under cover digging up on an issue. You know, I’ve been wondering, are you the governor’s wife?” Her eyes were now fixed onto my beautiful dress. 

“Yes,” I said nodding, and walked away, leaving her still staring at my dress. I left the building.

A feeling of uneasiness revisited me as I walked out of the police station. The manner in which the police at the statement-writing counter spoke with me seemed to reveal just quite a lot about the rot that exists at the station. I began wondering whether someone had bribed him to delete my statement from the occurrence book and how he had done that, if it was true that he did it. 

When I went back home, dear sister, I found Tiger seated at my porch. Luckily enough, I had carried the bible in my handbag; I always carry it with me most times these days. I did not speak with him. I simply slipped out the Bible, just as Pastor Anthony had advised me, and showed it to him. 

God gracious! I watched with surprise as his human body sublimed into nothingness and vanished almost immediately. Of course that was the most horrific thing I had expected to come across today, Jennie, but the disappearance of Pastor Anthony still denies me peace. And now, it has finally come to my realization that I am dealing with a demon and not a human being.

That realization did not, however, take me with great shock as there were clear signs earlier indicating the existence and influence of a dark world in my marriage. I am only wondering whether Faith knows about her brother’s condition and whether she has been telling me everything she knows. 

When my husband returned in the evening, I set about asking him if he had anything to do with the pastor’s disappearance, but the kids were around and I did not want to open up a row in their presence. So I went straight into our bedroom, took out a pen and a notebook from my cabinet and wrote, “Georgie, I need to know how and why you got in touch with a demon and what you know about Pastor Anthony’s disappearance. I need to know it today.” I teared off the piece of paper, folded it and took it with his bathwater to the washroom. I placed it on the window stool as usual.

When he came from the bathroom, I noticed a weird look on his face, as of one suffering from chronic depression. He dressed up and left immediately, not even taking his evening tea. It’s now a few minutes to midnight, and he has not yet appeared as always. 


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  1. Oooooooooh… intriguing, Lamittan!


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    1. ❤Thanks David❤

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  2. Jules says:

    Ah, the magic of a good tailsman…the bible.
    Another good chapter.

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    1. Indeed, a good talisman it is always. Thank you, my friend.

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  3. Beaton says:

    riveting stuff !!!! keeps one guessing

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    1. Glad you enjoyed it, B. Thank you.


  4. Excellent writing, my friend! I can’t wait for the next installment!

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    1. Thank you many times, my friend. Glad you’re reading.

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  5. Eugenia says:

    An intriguing tale, Lamittan! You’re an excellent storyteller.

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    1. Thank you for this warm compliment, Eugi. It’s my joy you liked it 💖

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      1. Eugenia says:

        My pleasure, Lamittan.

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  6. Bridgette says:

    Wonderful storytelling! So glad to be able to read your words again.

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    1. So glad you’re enjoying this, dear Bri. Many thanks my friend.

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  7. Jeff Flesch says:

    A lovely write, dear Lamittan. It’s good to read you again. 💖💞

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    1. Many thanks to you, dear Jeff. Glad you enjoyed it. 💕 💖


  8. Jaya Avendel says:

    A fabulous installment in this tale! Love the intrigue and suspenseful ending. ❤

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    1. Thank you many times dear Jaya. I’m glad you enjoyed reading this. ❤

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