I heard him take a deep breath. "To be honest bro, before today, I knew nothing of it. The closest I have had of a spirit husband and wife was when I visited my late dad in the mortuary".
"I'm sorry" I consoled him, "Sickness or accident?"
"Accident" he responded coldly.
"Sorry. I know what it means to lose a father"
"I guess yours is gone too?"
"Yeah, that's why I moved to Lagos"
"Sickness or accident?" he returned my question.
"Sickness," I said softly as the image of my sickle father on his dying bed gripped into my mind. On the wooden bed he lay, all swollen, his skin shining to reflect the little light from the door I left unlocked after I tiptoed in. On his swollen skin were big reddish sores. An oily substance was applied to his skin. He was covered with a wrapper to chest level.
My heart sank, I broke down crying and screaming as uncontrollable tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Alex!" daddy called out almost in a pai
"As I was saying" Amuwa continued "Both of them are connected to one man. The advance lady was married to the man, while the lady was his mistress. The wife found out about the affair and confronted the lady. It went into a dirty physical fight, filled with abuses and death threats. Two weeks later, the lady died after three months of pregnancy after a terrible illness. A month after, the wife followed after a terrible car accident, leaving the man with four daughters" Silas paused."Are you still there?" he inquired from me."Hmm" I nodded in horror with raised eyebrows. Picturing the story sent shivers up my spine. When my own father was in the mortuary, I refused to go to visit him; I know I would not be able to live with the sight of him in there."Alright, I thought you were asleep as you have not said anything since?""No, I'm total with you. Please continue" I encouraged him."We moved on, Amuwa got to another body, a male around his thirtie
Raindrops bounced off the ground. The spokes of the wheel blurred, each stranded together all at once. The sound of loose mud beneath the tires created a noise akin to metallic music. The speed brought the cold rain into my face; my eyelids flickered till I decided to shut them. My green polo gave up on keeping my body dry a while ago.Not caring if the water soaks through to chill my skin. I was lost in thought, thinking about what will happen when I get to Aunt Uka's house. Will she welcome me with open arms? Or will she be gravely mad at me? That is what most women would do, you can't blame her. She brought me to Lagos to help my life and how did I pay her back? I broke her husband's head with a wine bottle. What happened to Uncle Philip? What about the girl he was having sexual intercourse with? How did she escape? Did Aunt Uka meet her naked and tied to her master bed? I tried picturing her reaction but failed. One thing is certain though, she is a no-nonsense woman.
"Uncle Philip and the strange lady with a gap tooth. Aunt Uka and Khalid, the Gateman. What a mess; this family is truly a lost course. What is wrong with everyone in this house? Why are they busy having sex with the wrong people? No wonder their marriage is in shambles. That's why her husband is cheating on her. Why would she be having sex with Khalid, an ordinary gateman? How can both people in a marriage be cheating on each other? This can't be ordinary, there has to be a force behind this." I concluded within."Uncle Alex!" Nono's shout jarred me back to reality."Jesus!" I uttered aloud, jumping in surprise. With no time to think or come up with a new plan, speedily, I raced past her heading down the stairs to the gate."Mummy! Mummy! Come and see Uncle Alex!" she declared in a very loud voice.At the gate, I heard my Aunt screaming from behind "Alex! Come back here!"I didn't turn back either did I stop to catch a glimpse of her angry face. O
An overwhelming feeling of accomplishment and inner peace overtook me as I stared out of the giant church window pondering how I got here; from hungry looking to fine-looking, from poor to rich, from troubled to a prophet and from a sinner to a Man of the Cloth.The image of that first day I arrived here confused and scared came rushing through me. I gently ran my fingers up to the smooth material of my black suit to my neck belt and felt the rubber just to be sure I wasn't dreaming. It is really hard to believe I'm now a pastor.Five years under the mentor of Pastor Vivian, I grew up to be a pain under the tooth of the Devil. No demon, evil spirit is too big or too powerful. Different manners of testimonies stroll to church every Sunday and so did big envelop of tithes and offerings. The Lord has since used me for mind-blowing miracles, inspiring messages and special deliverance. Christ through me has brought people back from the land of the dead. He blessed me beyond
We arrived at the compound at about fifteen minutes past six to find it exactly the way it was five years ago when I ran out of it into a moving vehicle. Aunt Uka and her husband holding hands were at the door to usher us in; both of them grinning from ear to ear.Aunt Uka looked different; she was still beautiful but appeared to be shorter and stressed. She wore baggy jean shorts and a black round-necked polo with "Jesus is Lord" written boldly in white on it. Uncle Philip, on the other hand, appeared miserable. His pot-belly had reduced; his hair and beards appeared bushy and unkempt. The large smile on his face failed to make him look handsome. His own black polo appeared to be oversize while he looked tiny in it."Nna… welcome" she pulled me in for one of the tightest hugs I have received in my whole life. Her sweet rose perfume filled my nostrils as tears formed in my eyes. Suddenly, I was filled with self-reproach and guilt for abandoning them, especially
Aunt Uka fell heavily on the same couch I had sex with Philomena for the first time and began sobbing softly, regret and anguish present in her voice."I said that because when her problem had not started, I got an eyeful of all the signs and blow it off as nothing"."You blow what off?" her husband challenged."One night, I slept off in Nono's room while comforting her. I'm a heavy sleeper but I tend to wake up several times and fall straight back to sleep after finding a better position. That night at about 1 am I woke up, slowly opened my eyes to see a little girl standing beside the bed.She should be around eight or nine, I'm not sure. She was on a white nightgown. Her black long hair was packed together behind with a pink ribbon. She had pink socks to knee level with white stripes. She was staring straight into my eyes like a child would to a parent. There was sadness in her eyes, a hunger for love and attention.I remember thinking that I wa
I brought the blue straw to my lips and the cold liquid of my favourite Five Alive juice trickled down my throat. The sweet orange taste made me hmm in satisfaction. It was so refreshing; I couldn't stop drinking until I emptied the glass.Satisfied, I kept the empty glass on the wooden drawer beside the bed and collapsed into the bed, my back caressing the soft and neatly dressed foam. I pulled the sheet up to my chin; they were cold and smelled of cheap detergent.Morning sunlight crawled in through the open window and so did the fresh morning breeze to brush over my face and other parts of me uncovered. I stretched my arms out, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet air of freedom, that of a new atmosphere. In the quiet of the room, I could hear birds chirping outside the window, car horns, street hawkers announcing their products and loud music from music vendors.The house was old but it was new to me. All of these were
"How was your night? Hope you slept well?" Aunt Uka inquired."Yes, I did," I said and wavered, wasn't sure I should say what was troubling me."But…?" she asked curiosity written in her eyes."Nono, told me yesternight when I came that some lady died in the room I was offered"They all stared at me for a few seconds, probably thinking I was joking, when it became obvious, I wasn't. They had a peal of long hard laughter making me look foolish."Are you scared?" Uncle Philip asked still grinning between words."No… am not" I replied wondering why what I said was so funny."It is not true," Aunt Uka said. "Our previous house help told Nono that to prevent her from entering in there to disturb her. That used to be her room""What happened to the house help?" I asked wondering whether she was the one that died in the room.They all cracked up once more and w
Aunt Uka fell heavily on the same couch I had sex with Philomena for the first time and began sobbing softly, regret and anguish present in her voice."I said that because when her problem had not started, I got an eyeful of all the signs and blow it off as nothing"."You blow what off?" her husband challenged."One night, I slept off in Nono's room while comforting her. I'm a heavy sleeper but I tend to wake up several times and fall straight back to sleep after finding a better position. That night at about 1 am I woke up, slowly opened my eyes to see a little girl standing beside the bed.She should be around eight or nine, I'm not sure. She was on a white nightgown. Her black long hair was packed together behind with a pink ribbon. She had pink socks to knee level with white stripes. She was staring straight into my eyes like a child would to a parent. There was sadness in her eyes, a hunger for love and attention.I remember thinking that I wa
We arrived at the compound at about fifteen minutes past six to find it exactly the way it was five years ago when I ran out of it into a moving vehicle. Aunt Uka and her husband holding hands were at the door to usher us in; both of them grinning from ear to ear.Aunt Uka looked different; she was still beautiful but appeared to be shorter and stressed. She wore baggy jean shorts and a black round-necked polo with "Jesus is Lord" written boldly in white on it. Uncle Philip, on the other hand, appeared miserable. His pot-belly had reduced; his hair and beards appeared bushy and unkempt. The large smile on his face failed to make him look handsome. His own black polo appeared to be oversize while he looked tiny in it."Nna… welcome" she pulled me in for one of the tightest hugs I have received in my whole life. Her sweet rose perfume filled my nostrils as tears formed in my eyes. Suddenly, I was filled with self-reproach and guilt for abandoning them, especially
An overwhelming feeling of accomplishment and inner peace overtook me as I stared out of the giant church window pondering how I got here; from hungry looking to fine-looking, from poor to rich, from troubled to a prophet and from a sinner to a Man of the Cloth.The image of that first day I arrived here confused and scared came rushing through me. I gently ran my fingers up to the smooth material of my black suit to my neck belt and felt the rubber just to be sure I wasn't dreaming. It is really hard to believe I'm now a pastor.Five years under the mentor of Pastor Vivian, I grew up to be a pain under the tooth of the Devil. No demon, evil spirit is too big or too powerful. Different manners of testimonies stroll to church every Sunday and so did big envelop of tithes and offerings. The Lord has since used me for mind-blowing miracles, inspiring messages and special deliverance. Christ through me has brought people back from the land of the dead. He blessed me beyond
"Uncle Philip and the strange lady with a gap tooth. Aunt Uka and Khalid, the Gateman. What a mess; this family is truly a lost course. What is wrong with everyone in this house? Why are they busy having sex with the wrong people? No wonder their marriage is in shambles. That's why her husband is cheating on her. Why would she be having sex with Khalid, an ordinary gateman? How can both people in a marriage be cheating on each other? This can't be ordinary, there has to be a force behind this." I concluded within."Uncle Alex!" Nono's shout jarred me back to reality."Jesus!" I uttered aloud, jumping in surprise. With no time to think or come up with a new plan, speedily, I raced past her heading down the stairs to the gate."Mummy! Mummy! Come and see Uncle Alex!" she declared in a very loud voice.At the gate, I heard my Aunt screaming from behind "Alex! Come back here!"I didn't turn back either did I stop to catch a glimpse of her angry face. O
Raindrops bounced off the ground. The spokes of the wheel blurred, each stranded together all at once. The sound of loose mud beneath the tires created a noise akin to metallic music. The speed brought the cold rain into my face; my eyelids flickered till I decided to shut them. My green polo gave up on keeping my body dry a while ago.Not caring if the water soaks through to chill my skin. I was lost in thought, thinking about what will happen when I get to Aunt Uka's house. Will she welcome me with open arms? Or will she be gravely mad at me? That is what most women would do, you can't blame her. She brought me to Lagos to help my life and how did I pay her back? I broke her husband's head with a wine bottle. What happened to Uncle Philip? What about the girl he was having sexual intercourse with? How did she escape? Did Aunt Uka meet her naked and tied to her master bed? I tried picturing her reaction but failed. One thing is certain though, she is a no-nonsense woman.
"As I was saying" Amuwa continued "Both of them are connected to one man. The advance lady was married to the man, while the lady was his mistress. The wife found out about the affair and confronted the lady. It went into a dirty physical fight, filled with abuses and death threats. Two weeks later, the lady died after three months of pregnancy after a terrible illness. A month after, the wife followed after a terrible car accident, leaving the man with four daughters" Silas paused."Are you still there?" he inquired from me."Hmm" I nodded in horror with raised eyebrows. Picturing the story sent shivers up my spine. When my own father was in the mortuary, I refused to go to visit him; I know I would not be able to live with the sight of him in there."Alright, I thought you were asleep as you have not said anything since?""No, I'm total with you. Please continue" I encouraged him."We moved on, Amuwa got to another body, a male around his thirtie
I heard him take a deep breath. "To be honest bro, before today, I knew nothing of it. The closest I have had of a spirit husband and wife was when I visited my late dad in the mortuary"."I'm sorry" I consoled him, "Sickness or accident?""Accident" he responded coldly."Sorry. I know what it means to lose a father""I guess yours is gone too?""Yeah, that's why I moved to Lagos""Sickness or accident?" he returned my question."Sickness," I said softly as the image of my sickle father on his dying bed gripped into my mind. On the wooden bed he lay, all swollen, his skin shining to reflect the little light from the door I left unlocked after I tiptoed in. On his swollen skin were big reddish sores. An oily substance was applied to his skin. He was covered with a wrapper to chest level.My heart sank, I broke down crying and screaming as uncontrollable tears rolled down my cheeks."Alex!" daddy called out almost in a pai
I woke up to meet a sheer blackout. The atmosphere was thick and dark as the devil's soul; the air heavy with water vapour. The floor felt cold and wet against my back. In the chilling blackness, I felt my blood turn comfortably warm, my eyes calm like in a nightly dream. The sound of dripping water could be heard all over. All around me the smell of stagnant water was thick and I imagined snakes and alligators and all manners of beasts creeping around."What am I doing here? What is happening? Where is this place?" I contemplated bringing my hands to my forehead to wipe the water off my face."Was I in a cave? How did I get here?" the last thing I remembered was laying to rest in one of the rooms in the church quarters after the prayers with Pastor Vivian. How then did I get to a damn cave? Could this be the handwork of Philomena? What have I done to get myself into the same boat with that demon? I questioned myself.After a while, I became aware of a white lig
"So as I was saying", she returned to the story "I stood completely naked at the bank of the river with the cold water under my feet, blood-sucking insects fed on me to their fill, the chilling cold cut right through the bones. I have never been more afraid in my entire life but I stood my ground, I wanted to end whatever I had with that evil spirit.At exactly 11:30 pm I placed the calabash into the river, then pierced my thumb with my earring and dropped some blood into the river breaking whatever covenant I had with this demon. I remained at the bank and watched the calabash fade away from sight until it was no more. Which met the offering was accepted"."Did it work?" I asked pondering at what this soft looking lady must have gone through."It did, but just like anything from the Dark Lord it wasn't permanent.""How do you mean?" I inquired."It worked all through my secondary school, I didn't see him again not even ones but things became reall