32. God punish all the imperfect people!…(D.Murinda)

God punish all the imperfect people! 

Welcome to HEAVEN and HELL. For the previous hundreds of nights and days of my life, ghosts and goblins had been pinning me to my already death stinking sick bed. Suffocating my already weak breath until I drain the last bit of my strength to clinch my fists and open my eyes. I would wake up in the confusion of a walking mummy, gasping for air and begging for a new pillow in case the one I had carried the curse of avenging spirits. Usually when this happened I would wrestle every blink in fear of eyelids forever gluing down to mark the end of my unfairly summarized life. And now to cheat our battles, this time silently they came and calmly I surrendered I think.

God please punish all wizards and witches.

“Rest in peace Verga, you fought a good fight”

On top of forwarding myself my own condolences, I could have sang a funeral dirge soul touching than a serenade had not the banner stole my attention and gaze,

Welcome to HEAVEN and HELL.

No this is blasphemy! Stupid fried nonsense. How can heaven and hell be in one place, there must be a mistake and immediately I need to return. I could have done that but unfortunately my step back met the push of unclear forces that carried the power of immortals. It sent me crumbling down to my knees to bow before the gate which in turn instantly swung open. A gaze back only managed to find a thick fold of darkness and despite still being very adamant that there was some sought of mistake here, I desperately stepped forward. There was a single path that disappeared into the far distance. Probably heaven was at the right side while hell on the left. Or somewhere beyond my eyes, there was going to be a Y junction that would separate the impure from the pure.

God burn all thieves and prostitutes, stupid evil people.

And suddenly there he was besides me, picking and dropping his step whenever I did the same. He made it look like a perfectly rehearsed move, left right, left right, deeply breath, exchange looks and pause.

“Hey go on your own and stop following me” My voice carried the cold no nonsense tone yet he was unfazed by it. He in fact rather chose to smile before responding with a low steady voice,

“We are looking for the junction”

We?

Who was we?

Oil and water will never blend. We were so much different in everything to be bracketed together. When I was on earth they never told me that the way carried foolish temptations like these. Within me I felt so blameless. I was this special puzzle piece heaven had been waiting for that my entry into the divine places was surely going to be met by the blow of trumpets and a holy banquet welcome. He on the other hand looked like a Hades fugitive. A runaway prisoner with a strong scent of imperfection.

“I’m not the judge but this person deserves to be punished and thrown to the the dungeon of burning sulphur for all eternity” I secretly concurred with this thought.

God remember me your loyal perfect child who does not deserve hell. Forget not too that I sang for you in the church choir. But mercilessly punish the imperfect like this hell deserving smelly unworthy man. Amen.

Yet still unbothered by my rude treatment he looked at me with the smile of a child’s lost and found coin.

“Verga I am Verga, I am you. We sang for the Lord everyone knows that and have you forgot the so many times we quenched our middle bones’ thirst with married waters. Oh it was sweet, no one ever caught you I me us. Do you remember the poison we always had at dinner time Oh Verga, Alpha spitted out his intestines with a single drop, RIP Alpha it was the poison that killed you not me. Anyway I’m glad that despite all this we are still going to heaven, shall we continue?

My throat instantly grew arid, I could feel desert shrubs of choked voices. He Verga was a stranger I knew. He was me, the one I had always hid from my friends and lovers. But no matter what we were going to be together until the end of the way now. There was nothing to deny, he had every page of our hidden secrets and in every unveiled memory I craved for change and forgiveness.

Heaven and hell being in one place, there was nothing wrong with it neither was there need for a nonsensical Y junction nor was God supposed to punish those with sins I had presented as the rightful candidates for Hades.

I Verga the stranger closed my eyes to present my contradictory prayer,

Loving merciful God forgive……… 

But too late the chief judge was already answering my earlier prayers, “ Son I will do what you begged for, I will separate heaven from hell and I will punish all the imperfect beings”

I(the stranger), him(me), we(Verga) sentenced myself to the dungeon of burning sulphur.

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