What would make a mother want to give her son a second wife, I thought? I flipped through the pages of the book as we were driving home, and noticed it was all about prayers and silence. Being slow to anger and believing things could change through prayers. This won’t work with this woman I’m about to go spend time with.
The first couple of days were critical
in both ways by our carefulness but from the third day, we started stepping on
toes. E channel was an abomination in the house, and African magic was the main
channel. It was a particular movie that was about to cause the next problem. We
were both in the sitting room that afternoon when the movie started. A particular
pregnant woman was walking home from the market, and a spirit entered her. She became
possessed and the blessing of pregnancy became a curse. She started shaking her
head as the movie preceded and afterwards told me if I knew all these things
are possible.
The woman really suffered though, but it was just a good act. All
the native doctors couldn’t do anything to salvage her out of that situation. It
was those white garment pastors that supported the situations. The pains were
enormous for her. The real story was the spirit was looking for where to reside;
thus it saw a woman that was prayer less and turned her womb to its residence.
I thank God I pray so I wouldn’t need
that. We watched African magic from that
day to learn the so called mama lesson. Expectation of witches and spirits to
attack me grew in her mind, and suddenly she told me one particular evening we
are visiting a place the next day. I didn’t understand what she meant until the
next day. I had thought it was a friendly visit, until I discovered we were
leaving the Abuja metropolis into a suburb.
It was a local church built with
woods and everyone wore white. I was told to pull my shoes the same way she did.
I called mama aside and asked what we came here for. She blinked to me like I needed
to respect where we were, thus I kept quiet. We were told to kneel down and
they prayed for us. The prayer was the shortest I’ve ever seen. As the prayer
was going someone inside the church compound started rumbling in a language
that sounds distortive and another one started translating. I wanted to laugh
at the comedic activity but with your mother in law in attendance silence was
golden. The translator started with the fact that I was pregnant and that the
baby would be a boy. Where is the scanner around I thought? He continued by
saying the future of the child is very bright; that when he was trying to look
at the future it was too bright for him to see. Thus the child needs to be protected under the
shadow of the almighty, through his apostles.
I didn’t understand so well but I’ve
made up my mind that whenever we leave this place I would go back to church for
a proper cleansing. It looked fetish a little to me. Let we could have said we
have finished they brought three different oils for me to rub on my body and
put inside the water I would use to bath. I don’t know if I was supposed to
pour it inside the shower but I collected everything because I knew I was going
to throw it away.
He brought plenty water also labelled
holy and said I can do anything with the water. It seems he was a doctor but
the last straw broke my camel’s back when I heard what they were discussing
The supposed man of God has called me
into an inner room that has a small slab that looked like an altar. He had told
me to pull my clothes and lie on the cloth provided on the altar-like slab. I asked
him what he wanted to do, and he swiftly told me he wanted to use his sperm
which is anointed, to protect my baby from the eyes of the enemies. He walked
close to me and started rubbing his dirty hands on me. I gave him a dirty slap that
called attention and walked out of his office and their shrine. I didn’t even
go to the car I just kept walking. The man came out and told some boys in the
church to pursue me and bring me back, telling grandma a spirit is controlling
me already, that the spirit is the cause for my refusal.
As they were
approaching I saw a keke-napep carrying two passengers. I waved the keke driver
and he stopped. I hopped in and told him to run. Immediately he moved I knew I have
escaped but before we got to the next junction; a white handkerchief was placed
on my nose. It had a choking smell and as I was struggling with them I lost my
strength. It was the worst experience I ever had. What I ran away from on an
altar-like slab I just gave to three dirty keke driver for three straight days…………
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