A Foolish Wisdom

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Fabian watched the blades of the ceiling fan incessantly chase after each other without any success, his eyes rolling in circles as they tried to follow the blades. He seemed relaxed on the sofa, sitting in a slant position, his head resting on his palms as he stared upwards. But then he was restless. Despite the fact that the sitting room was cool and airy enough, there were beads of sweat all over his face. Fabian blinked frequently and moved his body in shifts that indicated discomfort, and indeed, he was disturbed.
“The Good Book says: He that covers his sin shall not prosper, but whosoever confesses and forsakes his sin shall have mercy. Brother Fabian, now that you have decided to give your life to Christ, you have to make restitutions to all the people that you have offended. You must confess to them, the evil you have done them, and seek their forgiveness, you must return rightfully to the owner, what you have taken illegally from him. And after this, you shall be a free child of God, fit for The Kingdom of Heaven”.
Those were the words of Pastor Joshua three days ago. A big bead of sweat slided down Fabian’s face as the words reverbrated in his head. He had been fighting with himself for the past three days. He couldn’t bring himself to tell Harrison what gruesome wickedness he had done him. He feared greatly for what the result of his confession would be.
“But then, nothing must stand as a hinderance to my entrance into the Kingdom of The Most High. Nothing!”
Fabian decided to take the bull by the horn. He mumbled some prayers, grabbed his Bible, and left for Harrison’s apartment, which was quite distant from his.
When Kate opened the door to see who it was that knocked, she shook so much that some water in the cup in her hand came splashing on the floor.
“What are you doing here? He’s around” she whispered.
“No Kate, I am not here for what you’re thinking” he smiled.
“Then what do you want?” she whispered again.
“Won’t you let me in first?”
“Dear, who’s at the door?” Harrison’s voice got his heart thumping heavily.
Fabian walked in. “Hello Harry” he smiled.
“Fabian! What a pleasant surprise!” it’d been almost a year since he last saw his friend. Football had brought the two together, they had become friends after they’d had a really hot argument on who, between Chelsea Football Club and Manchester City, deserved the Premier League title, at a bar sometime ago. The two clasped their hands in a handshake, and then they sat down. Kate noticed the bible in Fabian’s hand, she screwed her face, a great fear had crept into her heart as she made a guess of what he was up to. She hid herself, and listened…
*****
The news that Fabian was dead was very shocking to everyone who knew him, but the reason behind his death was more shocking. Even at his funeral, there were only a few tears, and the expressions of the attendants were not uniform. Only a few had the expression of sadness that the life of such a promising young man had been wasted. Annoyance was written on the faces of some other people, they seemed to be infuriated by the foolish wisdom of the deceased that had landed him where he was. The rest were confused, as the story of the cause of Fabian’s death sounded really awkward.
*****
…Fabian confessed to Harrison, that he’d been having an affair with his wife for over a year, and had slept with her countless times. Angered by his plea for forgiveness, Harry seized him by the neck, in a tight grip which soon ripped out the life in him.
“And where is that whore who was mistaken for a wife?” Harry barked as he left Fabian’s lifeless body on the floor and made to look for Kate.
He looked everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found.