CHAPTER 29 – THIS FAMILY CALLED MINE: COLOUR US UP

© Opeyemi Akintunde
As Inspired by the LIVING WORD

I was still caught in the vision.

The room shifted. The white wall faded into what looked like a wall with dried blood staining it. Another screen flickered to life.

This time, I saw my father, hands trembling as he unwrapped a nylon package soaked in blood. He was kneeling in front of a small basin. I didn’t want to watch, but my eyes couldn’t turn away.

He dipped his hands into the basin.

The moment the blood touched his skin, he let out a cry…

From behind him, the herbalist and my stepmother watched silently.

My father lifted his dripping hands and placed them over a blank canvas.

The blood ran down his fingers, painting streaks of red.

Then…right before my eyes…the streaks turned into colour.

Bright. Intense. Alive.

But what was even more disturbing was the spiritual reaction I saw: Faces of screaming men, women, and children…crying out, trapped in those colours.

I clutched my chest.

He had trapped souls in his work.

The paintings that now sat in our homes. The same ones we were trying to sell for a better future.

I felt like vomiting.

The scene blurred, and another screen lit up.

This one felt familiar.

It was our old house.

A young me. Setemi. Morayo, Pamilerin. Playing in the garden.

My father stood at the window, staring at us.

Beside him stood the herbalist, much older now. I could remember that day. My father had brought the strange man home claiming he was a friend of his late father. I paid more attention to the screen…

“She’s come of age,” the man said.

“Who?” my father asked.

“That one,” he pointed at Setemi.

I froze.

“She’s started menstruating. We need her blood now. The next phase of your wealth depends on it.”

I wanted to scream.

“No!” my father said. “She’s still a child.”

“You’ve been drinking from the well. Now the well needs more water.”

The herbalist laughed.

My stepmother walked in.

“You don’t need to take it directly,” she said. “ I will Just collect the pad. I’ll tell her to be careful about how she disposes of it. I’ll get it for you.”

My knees buckled. I began to sob loudly in the vision.

It had happened. They had taken from us. Our strength. Our virtue. Our future.

The screen began to dim. The room turned white again. The vision was ending.

But I heard one more thing…clear, loud, thunderous.

A voice.

“The paintings must be returned to the earth.”

“What has been lifted must be laid down.”

And with that, I snapped back to reality.

I woke up gasping, drenched in sweat, with Aunty Favour and my sisters kneeling around me.

“Mololuwa!” Aunty Favour said gently, wiping my face with a cloth. “You saw something, didn’t you?”

I nodded slowly. The reality of the vision still on my chest.

I turned to Setemi and Pamilerin.

“We need to talk.”

Their faces stiffened.

I grabbed their hands and held them tightly.

“I know what our father did.”

Their eyes widened.

“It’s worse than we imagined…”

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