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Ikechukwu’s arrival made me smile. He was here because I had called him in

We were all happy to see him. At least I think we all were.

However my joy was futuristic. I was excited about where we would go after the remaining Adventurers had gone.

Do not get me wrong. I liked them all, but Ikechukwu and I had been to hell and back together several times.

Like me, he was hard-core.

The Adventurers left Obudu Cattle Ranch in three batches.

First off was the Ford truck. Then the Toyota Corolla. And finally the 14 seater bus who’s make I cannot recall at the moment.

As the bus turned left out of sight, I reached into the pockets of my brown cargo pants. I gingerly retrieved a brittle and faded mirror. It was old. It was opaque. It was also a crucible. It was many things.

We both studied it whilst leaning over the bonnet of Denise (his car… I know, I know… Ikechukwu has deep rooted issues)

The Grotto is a steep decent into a valley. There is a stream and cold pool of water. It is fun, it is nice… Blah, blah blah…

Anyways… Lawan (who’s zen was complete and who was the High Meister of the High Table) had fallen into a trance. We were enjoying a strange blend and flavor of shisha when he brought me the message.

Serendipitous I know, but the secret of the Holy Mountain lay in the Grotto. I followed the instructions from Lawan’s trance and went down into the Grotto.

Under the said rock was the leather pouch that kept The Glass safe.

Get it?

No!?

Sigh…

The Holy Mountain is another must-see at the Obudu Cattle Ranch.

Google it or something. This back and forth with you is ruining my story…

Lol… I apologize… NOT!

He and I drove up to the base of the Holy Mountain and got out. We hiked up the gentle incline and soon got to the zenith.

Legend has it that the indigenes came up the Holy Mountain to pray during the first and second world wars. They did it again during the Biafra war. And as a result they were never attacked or hurt by the wars.

But mystics have it in ancient parchments that, “with the glass many boons came to pass.”

If you know, you know.

I knelt down in prayer and held the glass over my eyes.

And it showed me many things.

I prayed the Mystic Prayer and rejoiced as I received answers.

About fifteen minutes later I handed The Glass to Ikechukwu and walked away to afford him privacy.

To the ordinary eye, the Holy Mountain was a flat plateau. Covered in brownish green grass. Trust me when I say that the topography is not a big deal.

As I was walking back toward him, I saw that he had his camera out. He was trying to take a picture through the glass.

He was pointing the lens at me. And so I stopped and let him take my picture.

This was before

And this was after he used The Glass

Of course I had him take many more pictures. And they were all different.

“We all want different things differently. Yet people get the same things differently.”

I got what I wanted.

I think Ikechukwu did too.

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