My name is Pathai. I believe in clocks. My religion is a clocky religion. I am not your average guy on the street. I come from an ancient bloodline. My ancestry is rare and I am only living descendant of my tribe in Africa. My ancestors were the ancient Bantus who lived in the Bamunda Empire along the River Niger and River Zambezi basins in the year 14 BC. They worshiped Tata, the time God. As mankind and civilization evolved, the worship of Tata evolved too.
Over the years many devices have been invented to measure time. In this current 21st century we use clocks to measure and tell the time.
My house is filled with clocks; wall clocks, standing clocks, wristwatches, bed timepieces, alarm clocks etc. The first thing my visitors see when they walk into my house are the numerous clocks on display. They always ask me if am obsessed with clocks and what I am doing with them.
Because of my paranormal nature, I see things in the Spiritual realm. Some people around me believe that I am psychic and they consult me to make predictions for them.
While normal human beings see people as just people walking on the streets, I see people walking with clocks on their head. I see this physically like you would see someone carrying a bucket on the head.
Every person’s clock is set to a unique time. Some people’s clock hands tick and move very fast, while some others move very slowly.
The ultimate destination time is 12 midnight.
One of my fellow Bamunda descendants Prof Tom Glidden was an American atomic scientist. He was the one who initiated the idea of setting a doomsday clock in New York in 1947.
12 midnight on the clock is the time set for every human being to die.
Each human being is responsible for the movement of the hands of his/her clocks. Your actions and inactions, deeds and misdeeds either shifts the hands of the clock away from 12 midnight or brings it forward to the deadline.
Every day, I take a walk on the streets to observe the clocks on people’s head and try as much as I can to help them slow down the rate of movement towards 12 midnight. I have powers to alter the rate of movement of the clock. I usually focus on helping good people to ensure that they live longer on the planet earth. There are people that I cannot help because of the kind of lives they live.
Yesterday I was out on the street watching and observing the pedestrians on the road. A blind man with a bowl sat by the roadside begging for alms. A middle-aged woman walked up to him and deposited a sum of money. Immediately, the hands of the clock on her head shifted backward. Her years on earth was immediately extended.
I saw a rich man in his early sixties picking up a teenage girl in his jeep and driving her to a hotel room. The clock on his head was set to 10 minutes to 12 midnight. I immediately I followed the man to stop him and to help him. I projected a nail onto the road and it punctured the tires of the vehicle.
The vehicle stopped and the man came out cursing and swearing at the tires. He immediately picked his phone and placed a call. I hung around watching him. Seven minutes later, a sleek Range Rover drove to the spot. The man and the girl got into the range rover and zoomed off, leaving the jeep with his two of his aides. He failed to see the bad omen that had presented itself to him as the punctured tire.
I projected myself to the hotel they were going to. I sat at the reception hall pretending to be reading a newspaper and watched as the man walked into the luxurious room he had booked already with the girl. I was invisible as I stood by the door. One hour later the girl ran out screaming for help. The man was dead. He had taken an overdose of viagra. The hands of the clock on his head were set at 12-midnight prompt.
I wish I can set everybody’s clocks right but I can only reset your clock backward if your good deeds outweigh your misdeeds.
That same evening after the hotel incidence, I ran into a gang of armed robbers preparing to rob a household at 1 Am. I gazed at the clocks on the heads of the members of the household. They were all set at fifteen minutes past 5 pm. I then gazed at the clocks on the head of the robbers, they were hovering at five minutes to 12 midnight. I immediately fast forwarded their clocks to 11:59 pm and went away.
At 2 am, the armed robbers invaded the house and robbed the family of their valuable possessions. But before they could leave the building, a crack team of police detectives had laid an ambush for them. They gunned down all of the robbers. The clocks on the head of the robbers were all set at 12-midnight prompt.
Living a normal life is not very easy for me because of my powers. I tend to correct people at all times in order to slow down the rate of movement of their clocks but they often lash out at me. When they spurn my advice, they suffer the consequences.
Maureen my girlfriend invited me to her church on the third Sunday of last month. I attended the service. As soon as the pastor climbed on the altar to minister, I saw the clock on his head clearly. The hands of the clock were set at five minutes to midnight. I projected myself into his consciousness and saw that he was looting the church’s money and sleeping with the female choir members and female ushers of his church deceiving them with the promise of marriage. He wasn’t destined to be a pastor but because of greed, he delved into church business. I waited impatiently for the service to finish.
I got into his office under the guise of seeking counsel and prayer. I confronted him with the truth.
“Stop stealing money from the church and stop deceiving, and sleeping with your female members. You are not supposed to be a pastor.”
His eyes bulged out and his mouth was wide agape as the shock registered on his face. He looked at me as if he had just seen a ghost.
“How did you know? Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know who I am. Just do as I say. Your lifespan is running out and you would soon die if you continue in this. You have to quit this business and apologize to your female members for deceiving them”
“Thank you, Sir, thank you Sir” he muttered like a grateful school pupil.
Maureen called me the next Sunday afternoon telling me of the shock announcement of the pastor that he was quitting the ministry and his confession of sleeping with young ladies in the church”
“You don’t seem surprised by your voice tone.” She said to me.
“I am not surprised because churches these days are something else” I replied. I couldn’t bear to tell her the truth. She would freak out. I would have to let her in on my clock secret at a very slow pace. Maureen’s clock is fixed at 1 pm. She is a very nice person and has many more years to live on earth.
Right now, I can see your clock on your head. Should I tell you what time it is?
When next you see me strolling down your street, just know that I am on a mission to reset some clocks and also to fast forward some clocks.
I believe in clocks. I love clocks.