"Hey bro, welcome back," Gareb said as he entered the tent. "I heard them hailing you earlier but I was depositing manure into the soil. How you dey?"

They shook hands and hugged.

"I dey alright my brother, all correct, no shaking," replied Uriah.

He sat down on his bed facing Gareb, who leaned on the table.

"How was the City and home front?" Gareb asked.

"Fine."

"So what did the King want to see you for?"

"To be honest, I really don't know. We did not talk about anything serious or discreet. We did more drinking than talking. I guess he misses the Warfront," Uriah replied.

They both laughed.

"But at least you got to gum body and had a nice time with madam, " Gareb said as he smiled and winked.

"Nah, I did not go home. I slept at the door of the King's house with all the servants of my King."

"Kilode? Why? You for go enjoy wifey's company"

"My guy, the King suggested that too. But I told him that the ark and Israel and Judah are dwelling in tents, and my Lord Joab and the servants of my King are encamped in the open field. Shall I then go to my house to eat and drink, and to lie with my wife? As the King's soul lives, I will not do that," said Uriah.

"Wow," exclaimed Gareb as he looked at Uriah in astonishment.

Uriah added, "I just did not feel right about it. I had a bad feeling about the whole visitation and insistence that I go home. I would rather be here at the battle front with you guys then be at home frolicking with wifey."

They both laughed.

Just then, Zaharai, the armour bearer of Joab, entered into the tent. "Uriah, my Lord Joab will see you now."

Together they marched to the tent of Joab.

"Good day sir," Uriah said as he entered the tent.

"Welcome back Soldier," Joab replied and added, "how was the home front?"

"All correct Sir."

"I am sure you enjoyed Madam's cooking and the after hours things," Joab said with a smile.

Uriah smiled, but said nothing.

"Any news from my King David?" Joab asked.

"Yes sir, he said to give you a letter," Uriah replied. He removed a sealed letter from the waist pouch and placed it in Joab's outstretched hand.

Joab checked to be sure the seal was unbroken. He then opened the letter, read it and frowned. He looked up to see Uriah watching him and their eyes locked for a few seconds. Out of respect, Uriah blinked and looked away.

"Anything the matter sir?" Uriah asked.

Joab turned his back on him and said, "go back to your tent soldier, I will call you if I need you."

Uriah hesitated for a moment. He was sure Joab's voice sounded like a man in pain and in tears. "Ok sir," he said and left the tent.

Joab held the letter in both hands and raised it above his head. "Why my King? Why?" He muttered as tears flowed down his cheeks.

Joab cried all night and found no sleep or rest to console his troubled soul.

(To be continued).

Written by King Olulu
Inspired by Uriah the Hittie
Source code: 2nd Samuel 11

(About 30 years earlier)


"Hey Uriah, no farm today?"

He looked to his right and saw Inarahsu and Daraksu walking towards him. They were twin brothers and the sons of one of the richest merchant in their village.

"No, no farm today," he replied, looking at Inarahsu as the twins stopped in front of him.

"Why? Don't you want to be a farmer like your father?" Asked Daraksu.

"I don't want to be a farmer."

"But your father is a farmer, you will probably end up a farmer," insisted Inarahsu.

"No," responded Uriah sternly.

The boys looked at him strangely.

"Why don't you want to be a farmer?"

"I've not seen myself as a farmer in my dreams."

One of the boys laughed and said, "so you think you are now like Joseph the dreamer because your papa give you Hebrew name. No deceive yourself, you be Hittie not an Hebrew."

Daraksu added, "I can't wait to see your papa's face when you tell him you don't want to be a farmer."

Uriah looked at them and said slowly, "someday you will hear and see my greatness."

The 2 boys looked at each other and then laughed so hard, they fell over rolling on the floor.

Uriah walked away from them, he knew he wanted more than this life of being a farmer. He just was not sure what else he would do.

Uriah was the 3rd boy out of 5 children. He had two elder brothers and two younger sisters. It was less than two years age difference between each of the children.

His father had a farm and his two brothers were already working with his father, as well as, developing their own farm. It was expected that Uriah would also start on his own farm once he reached the age of 18. For now, he was mainly in charge of the two Cows that lived in their home.

'You are back early," his mother remarked as he stormed into the common room.

"I don't want to be a farmer," he replied with teeth clenched.

She turned and looked at him. She them moved close to him and hugged him. At five feet 9 inches, he was the shortest male in the family but he was still taller than his mother.

She held him close and said softly, "when the voice of greatness calls you, be unafraid to answer." She drew back, smiled and said aloud, "now go milk the Cows else you no go chop tonight."

He smiled back and went to milk the cows.

To be continued....
Written by King Olulu
Inspired by Uriah the Hittie

“Today we are going to war,” they sang.

“But,” cried one.

“Today is not a good day to die,” they responded.

“Why,” shouted one.

“The Lord of Host is with us,” they responded.

“And so,” cried another.

“We will slash, hack and bash,” cried all.

“And then,” came the cry.

“We will take the spoils of war,” they sang.

“And?”

“Go back home praising our God.”

“And then?”

“Go home to “know” our wives,” the men cried out and then shouted loudly.

It was the battle cry they usually sang before a major fight.

“It is time to bleed or be bled,” said Gareb as he and Uriah helped each other put on their armour.

“It’s never a good day to die,” responded Uriah, as his mind wandered back to the strategy meeting that held early that morning.

“What do we know about the people of Ammon? Joab asked.

“We know they will come out to fight and not hide behind their walls,” came the reply from Zelek.

“Their most valiant soldiers are usually sent after their archers. But in this instance, we expect them to stay back to repel our attacks if and when we get past the archers,” added Eliam, the father of Bathsheba.

“How do we get past the archers with minimal casualty?” Joab asked.

“We can do a mock charge to engage their archers. That way we ascertain their shooting range and brig our archers into play,” suggested Joseb.

“Hmm, I like the mock charge,” stated Joab.

“I think we should do 3 waves of mock charge. 1000 men each, to really get them worried. Since we outnumber their 10,000 soldiers 5 to 1,” said Abishai, brother of Joab.

“Numbers don’t win wars,” stated Shammah.

“Yes, they don’t, superior strategy do. So we will also flank them on both sides. Once their archers are actively engaged with the waves of mock charge, we will attack them from both sides. This should confuse them and allow us bring our archers in range and into play,” said Abishai.

“This sounds good to me. Or what do you say guys?” Joab asked.

They nodded in agreement.

“I will lead the first mock charge,” stated Asahel, brother of Joab.

“And I the second wave,” said Eleazar.

“No, Asahel and Eleazar will be in charge of the 2nd and 3rd wave respectively,” responded Joab.

“So who leads the first charge?” Eliam asked.

Joab looked at him and said, “Uriah.”

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Uriah headed to the edge of the forest to check on the traps. The boys in his village usually played at the edge of the forest and also set traps to catch small animals.

“You be thief,” the boys shouted.

“I no be thief,” the boy in their middle replied.

“Yes you are,” they shouted at him, hitting him with sticks.

Uriah saw a boy he had never seen before surrounded by 7 boys from his village. The 7 boys were hitting him with sticks.
Without thinking, he ran into their midst and used his body to shield the boy .

“Enough,” he shouted, “una wan kill am?”

“He is a thief, I saw him close to the traps,” screamed one for the boys.

“I did not steal from you. I was unsure how you treated strangers. So I hid to wait for night time to continue my journey. I swear I did not touch your meat nor your trap,” the stranger replied, wiping the blood flowing down his forehead. He was on his knees breathing heavily from the blows he had received.

“Liar, Uriah get out of the way so we can kill him,” shouted Daraksu. He and his twin brother were part of the 7 boys.

“Enough,” repeated Uriah, “you have no right to kill him.”

“Who made you the lawyer of an Hebrew?” Inarahsu asked.

“And who made you guys the judge, jury and executioner?” Uriah asked. “Don’t you know the Hebrews conquered our forefathers when they fought against each other. The Hebrews only allowed us stay on this land because we agreed to serve them.”

“The more reason we should kill him to atone for the sins of the Hebrews against us Hitties,” said Daraksu.

“What do you think would happen if word gets out that you killed an Hebrew?” Uriah fired back.

“Dead men don’t talk. Now stand aside Uriah or die with him,” shouted the twin brothers.

“No,” said Uriah, facing the boys with fist clenched by his side.

Inarahsu moved forward from Uriah’s left and swung a stick at his head. Uriah ducked under the swing, sidestepped to his left and threw a punch with his left hand. The punch connected with the right cheek bone of Inarahsu and he went down screaming and holding his face.

His twin brother, Daraksu, rushed forward to hit Uriah. He was already swinging his stick as Uriah turned to face him. So Uriah stepped closer to him and blocked the blow with the inside of his right arm. He then threw a left punch at the nose of Daraksu, who went down like he was hit by a truck.

There was a hushed silence as Daraksu slowly stood up and touched his blood spewing nose in shock. He then turned and ran towards home screaming in agony. His twin brother ran after him crying and touching his right cheek.

The other boys did not wait to receive their own punches. They dropped their sticks and ran off in different directions.

Uriah lifted up the stranger who was still on his knees. “Can you walk?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“My name is Uriah. What’s your name?”

“Joab.”

(To be continued).

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“The King’s man, you are doing well. Na only you waka go see King, I want to be like you when I grow up,” hailed Eliam.

After the early morning strategy meeting, Eliam dressed up for battle and mounted his horse to join the march to the battlefield. When he saw Uriah was riding alone, he brought his horse to move side by side with Uriah’s horse.

Uriah turned and smiled at Eliam. “My father in law, no be God,” replied Uriah.

“Why call me father in law? You want people to think I’m an old man? You wey old pass Methuselah,” joked Eliam.

They laughed.

“Today will surely be a great day and a great victory for us,” stated Eliam.

“If God be for us, none can stand against us,” said Uriah.

“May God be for us and fight for us like He has done in past victories.”

“Amen and amen.”

They rode in silence for a while. Then Eliam said, “I noticed you have been unusually quiet since your return from the city. I hope all is well,” said Eliam.

“All is well my father in law, all is well,” replied Uriah.

“But really, what’s on your mind? How is my daughter your wife?”

“She is fine, I did not go to see her when I went to see King David.”

“I understand that. But is she with child or what else has got you quiet like this.”

“I know not if she is yet with Child. But if she was, she would have sent word to me earlier.”

“True.”

“Eliam.”

“Yes.”

“If I die… .”

“You will not die.”

“I know, but if I die.”

“I will hear no such talk from you. You will fight, survive and live to go back to your wife and be a father to your children. Do you understand me soldier? Eliam said harshly.

“I do,” replied Uriah quietly.

“Good, I will entertain no such talk from my son in law, ” said Eliam and lightly punched Uriah’s ribs.

Uriah smiled at him.

Eliam added, “let me share a joke.”

“I’m all ears.”

“What do you call a flower that your son gives to you?”

“Pray tell.”

“A Son Flower.”

Uriah laughed out loud.

“If the King’s bodyguard saves a Lion cub from death, what does that make him?” Eliam asked.
“A hero,” replied Uriah.

“No, a Lion Guard.”

Uriah laughed again and said, “you are Josh too funny, please don’t leave me.”

As Eliam continued his jokes, Uriah’s mind wandered to the first day he had seen Bathsheba.


To be continued...

(About three years earlier)

“What is thy name me fair lady?”

“Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam,” she replied.

“Thou art indeed beautiful to behold.”

“You flatter me my Lord.”

“Call me Uriah.”

They were at a party that was held in King David’s palace. The party was usually held after a great victory against an enemy of Israel.

So it was a party that had high ranking military officers, their wives and children, as well as, merchants and VIPs of the country.

Uriah’s eyes had stayed on her all night and she noticed and liked the attention. So when the singing and dancing started, she had stepped outside for fresh air. As expected, he had followed her.

“No my Lord, I have heard and fed on stories of your great exploits with my father and King David from when I was little. You are indeed a great man,” Bathsheba said.

“Now you flatter me,” Uriah said with a smile.

“No my Lord, you are indeed a great man.”

“Then if I may be so bold to ask. Would you like to be closely associated with me?”

“How do you mean my Lord?”

“Like 5 and 6, you will be the yin to my yang.”

“My Lord, I seems not to understand you.”

“You will be the Jada to my Will, so I can be your baby boy like Jay Z is to Beyoncé.”

“You amuse me my Lord, with your words and flows. Many ladies would love to hear this.”

“But not many ladies get to hear this. Only one has heard it and the one is you.”

“But of all the lovely ladies living in this territory, why me my Lord?”

“We love who we love, but we often don’t get to decide who we fall in love with.”

“You speak with honey on your tongue my Lord. How can I refuse you?” Bathsheba asked with a smile.

“To refuse is to stab me through the heart with a sword.”

“I wish to do no such thing my Lord.”

“You are my left ventricle; I cannot live life without you.”

“You leave me with little choice my Lord.”

“So what says thee my Lady?”

“Perhaps my Lord will exercise a little patience for me to think about it.”

“Is there another in thy heart my Lady?”

“No my Lord, none so far have asked me to be the yin to his yang.”

“So when should I expect an answer?”

“Tomorrow by this time, you will have my answer.”

The Untold Story of Uriah the Hittie is now ready, 15 Chapters duly completed. It just remains the unsexy work of editing.

But, why Uriah the Hittie

Let's start by comparing two verses in Matthew Chapter 1.

Matthew 1:5
Salmon begat Boaz by Rahab, Boaz beget Obed by Ruth, Obed begot Jesse,

Matthew 1:6
And Jesse begot David the King. David the King begot Solomon by her who had been the wife of Uriah.

Chapter 1 of Matthew was all about the genealogy of Jesus Christ.

About 5 females were specifically referenced, but only 4 were named.

They are Tamar, Rahab, Ruth and Mary.

Bathsheba was referenced but never named. It was her husband, Uriah that was named.

So if a man that is not directly related to (the genealogy of) Christ, is specifically named, surely he is worth knowing.

After all, the genealogy of Christ is like the who is who in the history of the Israelites.

Back to the book. I made the last 9 chapters extra special.

Though you are aware that it's a tragic end for Uriah, but I still hope I would be able to make you cry as you get to the end of it.

Are you ready?

Wait first, lemme finish editing it.

But you can pre-order o.

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The Untold Story of Uriah the Hittie by Olumide Holloway (King Olulu)

This is an exciting and captivating fictional account of the events leading to the death of Uriah the Hittie on the battle field.

This book also provides an interesting account of his past, especially his relationship with Bathsheba, and his friendship with Joab.

This book is based on 2 Samuel 11.

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