Winter was soon going to be here and If I wanted to achieve my goal of building my own cathedral then I knew I really had to get done with taking my coins from Adonis who had pocketed a better share of her wealth. I could still remember vividly how my sister had called me on that warm summer evening. I was sitting on the pool gazing indifferently at the reflection on my shirtless image which was casted on the crystal surface of the water when my phone had rang. The number was without a name and I didn't know who it was. I ignored the call and kept on gazing at my reflection in the pool. All I could feel for my self was pity. In as much as I tried to feel worthy of anything. I ended up coming down with much emptiness. Much more than I felt with every second that passed away. The management of the Vatican school had robbed me off my years of dedication and devoted labor. It was going to take more than months to heal the pain of their gruesome betrayal in my heart. Forgiveness was never an option I placed before my platter. There was going to be time in the future to decide that and the outcome was hinged greatly on how successful I will turn out to be with my self styled doctrines.
My phone rang again and it was the same number which had called me Some minutes ago. I ignored the phone and hummed along the beetles hit track: here comes the sun. It was my favorite song even though it was an ancient classic which was aired long before I was born. My reason for negating such calls was simple _ I didn't want people constantly asking me for stipends as I could hardly turn down their request when they traded their emotions to me. If I was gullible enough to pick all the calls that rung on my phone, then I will have ended up donating all my inheritance to the needy and would still not have served one fourth of the hungry stomachs chasing my wealth. The beetles song went playing again for the third time and this time around I felt a reluctant need to pick up the call in a bid to cure my curiosity to who the desperado behind the incessant calls was.
" Williams it's me Mehitabel. Please don't hang up." I could here her speak in a frantic manner.
" Mehitabel? Is that really you. Your voice sounds so muffled and why are you using a new number to ring me up?" I asked her with much concern.
" It's me. I have a bad flu and it seems to get worse by the day. It's been obstructing my nostrils. I am calling with my friends phone cause I have no credit on my line. Williams." She said, paused and continued. "Things aren't going well for me. I'm broke and there is none I can turn to but you."
" I lent you some money just some weeks ago. What have you done with all the money I gave you?" I asked and exhaled in disappointment.
" My health has been poor and that's just a singular aspect. Like you know. The bills in the hostels are quite high and I just have to cope with it till the coming months when I will graduate from school. William there is light at the end of the tunnel for me but I swear I can't do it without you. You need to help me please." She said and burst into sobs.