In a hammer bus to Lagos, I sat directly behind the driver close to the window. The air in the bus was filled with dissimilar noises. A child was crying while the mother did nothing to calm her down. On the last row sat a man around his forties with a bald head. He was screaming at his much younger wife beside him; raining down abuses and saliva on the innocent lady who simply bent down her head in guilt not uttering a word. On the middle row sat a younger man in a black suit with a grey tie, lying over the phone to his employer. Saying he was already in Lagos while we're just halfway into the journey.
Ignoring the liar, I looked out the window, the fresh breeze washed through my face, making my eyelids flicker, pushing out through the window the repelling and stomach twisting gas in the bus. I admired the beautiful and green landscape of this great country; the thick and inhabited forest on both sides of the road.Allowing my imagination to run wild, I won"I know right now; you are thinking that it is just a dream and means nothing. Maybe it was with a lover or a crush and you think it is cool. It is just my brain playing a trick on me, bringing my sexual desire to live, you tell yourself.That is exactly what the devil wants you to think; so, it can control your life and destiny. Sometimes the devil will come with the face of a loved one." the young prophetess said sending a chill down my spine, weakening my legs.What if I have a spiritual wife for real and she comes in the night with the face of Philomena to have sex with me. The thought of it made me tremble all over with terror. Yesternight was not the first time I was making love with Philomena in the dream. Though, that was the first one that ended terribly. We made love frequently in my dreams and I saw it as nothing. Even in the afternoon when I sleep. It happens like I am in a trace. It is really difficult to tell sometimes whether it is real or a dream.
"You see, brother and sisters in the Lord. There comes a time in every man's life when the father remembers him and today is that day for this young man. The Lord is remembering you right now in Jesus' name!""Amen!" we all responded. The weird dream of that young man had awoken a strange fear within me. For the first time since the death of my father, I was afraid. Could I possibly have a spiritual wife? I questioned myself as the heat rose up to my neck."The Lord is telling me that the lady you took home is a serpent from the marine world in human form"."God forbid," Silas sighed after circling his head with his right hand."This is not a matter of God forbid" she continued "You were putting your finger into the mouth of a serpent and you thought it was a pretty girl with a charming smile. The Lord saved your life"."Thank you, Jesus!" Silas interrupted her, waving at the heavens."The meaning of your
What happened here? I inquired. Maybe, Aunt Uka, her husband, and their daughter had a little family time before they headed for work. Ignoring the untidiness, I fell into my favourite couch, the same one I had sex with Philomena on for the first time. The sweet memory of that day came hitting hard; a fulfilled smile appeared on my face and blood ran down to my dick. I prayed on the bus to meet her at home, so I could have a feel of her warm breast against my chest and grab that ass as hard as possible.I was almost dozing off when I heard a sharp sound from upstairs. "I thought Khalid said there was no one at home, who are moving things up there?" I questioned myself and stood up to have a look.As I went up the stairs, I saw a black skirt on the floor. This brought me delight and also made me curious. Delight that this could be a romantic gesture but curious as to who owns the skirt because I haven't seen it on Philomena before.About three s
Every ounce in me wants to make him bleed for forcing himself on my baby and for binding her like a slave and punishing her in such a manner. Carefully, I pulled away, went back down, grabbed the empty bottle of wine and headed back up.My heart was pounding like a bass drum, nerves stretched to the breaking point. My blood froze. Fingers shaking and a bale in my throat; I turned the handle and jerked the door open, went straight to them on the bed. Before Uncle Philip could react, from behind I smashed the empty bottle against the back of his skull. He stared up at me with surprise in his eyes and mind swirling; he brought his right hand to his head. In seconds, his hand was covered in blood."What have you…" he muttered in a trembling voice and fell like a puppet suddenly released of its strings. I watched, devoid of emotions as moments after he became motionless, barely breathing at all."Jesus! Please don't hurt me!" she cried with h
"Is this the same Philomena you are talking about?" he asked with his finger over her face. Fingers trembling with suspense, I slowly pushed his hand away to have a clearer view. I took a closer look at her face. Her face slowly formed in my mind. Jesus! It was my Philomena, I was certain. She wore the same beautiful smile that spread even into her eyes, her hair flowing over her shoulders, and her chest still heavy, the loosed shirt she wore did nothing to hide it. My heart nearly stopped and it felt as though every hair on my body turned instantly grey. Hot tears burned my eyes."She slept one night in that same room you stay in now and never woke up. Some people said her husband must have used her for rituals but I personally didn't believe them. Her husband was a good man and…"He went on blabbing unaware of the storm he had set in motion within me. So, Nono, my little cousin was right after all. Someone really died in that room. So, I have been
"O… K" she murmured; disbelief obvious in her voice. "What makes you think so?""I got to my aunt's place a few hours ago to discover that the person I have been having sex with for a while doesn't exist".With a raised eyebrow, she inquired "And you are certain of what you just said?""Yes, I am" I responded confidently. "On the first day of my arrival to their house, Nono, my little cousin told me of someone named Philomena that died in the room. But her parents waved it away quickly, saying it was just a child's joke"."So, you sleep in the same room where this supposed lady died?"I nodded anxiously; my palms sweaty with tension."How and when does she come?""I basically lived with her".She gave me a goggle in unbelief."Yeah, it was today I got to know that she wasn't real. All the while I thought she lived with us" Hearing myself say that out loud made me know
"Yes," she responded as her eyes lit up with a shy smile. "He asked me to marry him when I became 12 with the most beautiful gold ring I have seen in my whole life. It happened beside a beautiful waterfall, the rushing sound of the falling waters, the cold breeze that washed over us occasionally, the cold water on our feet, birds singing from the ancient tree surrounding the waterfall, he was dressed like a Yoruba Prince and I dressed like a Queen. I accepted, there was no way I could turn all that down.After the marriage, I basically lack nothing and so did my family but he was possessive and overprotective. One time while in secondary school, a teacher flogged me and inflicted injuries all over my body. Mad with the teacher, I fell asleep and, in my dream, my spirit Prince promised to deal with him. The very next day he came down with a terrible sickness that could not be cured.His family consulted a particular chief priest who told them to seek my forgiveness. The
"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
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