The crammed congregation watched as they sat silently on their seats.

Looking back at them with a wicked grin stretching my lips, I said, shaking the pastor's hand again, "Where is Chief Omenako? We were informed he would be attending today's service."

And, pointing to the aged pastor who sat on the dirty floor, moaning and crying while clutching the blêeding limb where his hand should be, I announced, "If you don't provide him, we will cut off your arms like we did your pastor, and we won't stop until he's brought up to us."

"We have t–told you al–ready tha–t he didn't come t–to chu–church today," a dark, fat woman in the congregation stuttered, her eyes wide with fright and her body trembling visibly.

"Hey!" I shouted to one of my men who stood with a gun at the entrance the door as I flung the pastor's bloodiēd hand on the floor, "Drag that woman out. Let's make another example out of her."

For the first time, I misplaced over N300,000 in our chemical sales yesterday and, ever since, my uncle has been cursing and yelling at me. 

I tried to make him understand that I lost the money because I was the only one left in the shop yesterday, to attend to over a hundred customers' demands.

But he wouldn't hear. He insisted that I'm naturally foolish and that I'm dumb for losing such money. He even said that I'm good for nothing. 

His wife has pleaded with him to take it easy on me, but he shunned her.

"If not that you're my sister's son," he said to me, "I would have thrown you out of this house. You're not good at doing anything."

That's rich coming from my uncle, though. 

If he knew for the past seven years, that I'm the one saving his marriage to his pretty wife, he wouldn't have said I'm good for nothing.

And if only he knew that his sixteen-year-old daughter whom he boasts is an introvert and never leaves the house to 'follow' boys is always indoors because of me, he wouldn't have said I'm not good at doing anything.

Well, he's just an ungrateful bastārd.