I was still trying to piece the whole news together and calm my self,she said that my dad was down and the doctors said he had a seperated spinal cord and he would have to undergo a surgery and we all know how fragile the spinal cord is.surprisingly,i wasnt moved by the news about my dad it was my mums feelings that really touched me and what really pissed me off was when my mum said my dad was advised to travel abroad for the surgery since it was more safer due to the presence of equipment, my dad so called sisters started calling my mum to accuse her of wanting to kill my dad,a woman who was goin through so much and that was the only thing they could tell her.i asked my mum why she picked the calls and even bothered talking to them but as usual she had no answer, i really wanted to go home,to be there for my mum. The exams came but my soul was already at home i couldnt concentrate,am sure by now you would think my mum and i are the typical examples of an understanding mother and daughter but thats not the case!am not even close to my mum,we have a lot of the typical mother and daughters rambblings,if you ever see me talking to my mum you would hate me just at first site,i always mock her feelings towards my dad without caring if i hurt her or not(in the surface) but i just always say those things to make her have a little bit of privacy for us and her because everything we tell her gets heard by my dad in a bid to bring out a conversation and she has no idea of how annoying it is when both your parents are talking about you, one voice is hell, two is so over the top!well after the exams my dad sent his driver to pick me(normally he does that by himself) even when i was old enough to take care of myself but you know how protective he was.this driver is an old man who was also my dads childhood friend,he was a confirmed womaniser who looked at every girl that passes the car,and the funny thing about this man is that his wife has what i call "massive dynamic",her "backiyard" was so big that even as a female i catch myself looking at the butt and wondering what would be inside it ,he once explained that his reason for marrying her was because of her eye catching figure and if he eventually died another man would take care of his kids without regrets because she had all the bombs.i wondered why his "extension" cant stay inside his house with all the things he usually likes in the women he goes after but i knew that beauty and shape isnt all there is to a marriage,this man wasnt only a"skirt chaser" he became the skirts and he is old enough to have great grand kids but if you judge him by his looks you would be far from his actual age because he looks more younger(how wont he when he "eats" from the young and replenishes his lost tissues with theirs).his kids are all grown up matured men and women and am very sure they know what he does because he is a very shameless but funny and annoying person. He came and throughout the journey he was shouting curse words like "idiot","animalu(ibo accent) even when we all know that he was obviously at fault,well we got home and saw my dad and he was looking more older than i have ever seen him..two weeks later after my dad had finished processing his vista for the surgery,his and my mums.one day a friend of my mum took my mum to a church and they said that she sees visions and could point where things were wrong,on a normal day my mum wouldnt have gone but as desperate as she was what choice had she,we are actually strict catholics(or rather my mum and dad is because am indifferent towards their beliefs) and the woman claimed to be a catholic converted from a white garmet church,she requested to come to our house the next day for prayers.she came the next day,she was very small,you wouldnt believe it was her son standing close to her who she addresed as "DADDY",she requested for a bowl of water witch i brought with salt and she poured the salt inside the water.Me at one side of my mind was scared incase she was real she would expose all my sins of having a lot of male friends and dating them randomly as i liked,i thought of this and i decided to act dumb if she ever raised that and all the things i had taken without permission "hmmm i am finished" i thought,i am not one of those fancy people who believed in all those visions and healing easily but with the way the woman introduced herself without waste of time i had doubts but inside my weird mind i was getting ready to laugh because one thing i have noticed about women is that they love churches no matter how sinful they are and they go there to fall or fall in the pretence of anoiting or so.dont get me wrong am not saying theres nothing like that but its so hard to belief because of the amount of fake prophets we have this days,if you want to make money from a church(if thats your aim) make sure there are enough women.To my story,she passed the bowl to me to drink the water and pass it round,me drink which water?,of course i pretended to drink and passed the bowl to ma lil sis who passed it around until i started hearing something that made me had to chock a loud laugh,that kind of wicked laughs you have and cant control but i hid behind my black scarve,the reason for the laughter was one of my aunt who feel down and started"prophesiying" I WAS HEARING SOMETHING LIKE"RIBOBOSANGEREMARIBOBONBO...." NA SO the thing was just ringing in my head han han!"na so e dey be" i thought then the woman who took my mum to the church started her own oh she wanted to break everything inside the house choi! i wished she would just hit her head a little so that next time she would look before she decides to "prophesy"then later you wouldnt believe the horrible accusations this woman and her son did.........

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The woman collected the water and salt which she termed "holy water", and started praying in front of a picture of Mary and after a five minutes prayer she turned to my little brother,the only boy out of five children,and with the way she looked at him you would think she had three eyes in one eye,"what is your name?" she asked vik(name of my kid brother) "my name is vik ma"he answered then she smiled and continued with her prayers by then i could already guess where her prayers would lead to.then she stopped and drew vik more closer and looked him in the eye "what do you eat in the dream"she asked calmly,like a predator.vik was stuttering by this time,i could imagine how surprised he was in that the prayer could switch so rapidly to things he would place much importance to. "what do you share in your dreams?!!" this time she turned from calm to crazy in an amazingly short period of time "bobo and gala" he replied shaking.then she smilled again and continued with her prayers,then suddenly she stopped and used her legs to brace viks legs apart and her son also braced his hands too (i think this is a cruelly vulnerable position to make him answer without thinking)then she turned and told my mum "bullet proof" my mum was just nodding,my dad was smilling, if their was one thing i took from my dad its not believing things easily. "big horn and too much bullet proof" her son affirmed then i was working the "horn and bulletproof" math in my head and then she asked again "what is the name of that your friend in your dream? vik was shaking by this time "kingston". then she turned to my mum and smilled "they eat blood and human meat and they just eat their latest one yesterday night" ah! "yekpa!! i thought this woman is goin too far with her visions oh little do i know it was just the beginning......

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Then she looked at my younger sister,Morris and shook her head,then turned back to my brother and asked "what have you done to your sister?" vik couldnt utter any word this time, "why did you block her womb"? she raised her voice a little bit this time. finally, she looked at me,at that moment i couldnt feel the tip of my fingers she stared so hard and long you would actually think she could see through you, i was already pressed by this time,i was sliding inside my scarf trying to hide my double emotion, "please let her be fake i prayed" who i was praying to i had no idea.by the time she finally opened her mouth after one of the longest minutes of my life, she turned back to vik and this time i could swear there was this dramatic breeze and her scarf looked like white strands of hair,she looked so much like a 'banshee'(Witch from another planet) then she screamed "what did they ask you to do to your father" vik didnt stand a chance to defend himself because her questions started coming so fast and he just drooped his shoulders and couldnt look up,the next thing that happened wasnt expected,i hared a loud sound because i stopped looking at vik so i could contain my anger at one time but then i discovered that she just slapped him! she slapped a little boy because of an unproved theory, it was absurd,but the slaps kept on repeating it self and my mum was helpless i moved a little bit to do something because this was getting out of hand,then her son,as if he read my mind, stood up and held both of my hands and took me to one side of the sitting room by this time my determination to stop the woman had been numbed down a little.then he introduced himself as Sam and held my hands a little bit tight i looked him in the eye a little bit and then a naughty thought entered my head and i smiled.Sam was only a few years older than me and he was good looking,i wondered why a young boy of his age would follow his mum about 'preaching' to people.Then he started praying when i tried to say amen with a fully opened eye and all my attension focused on this guy,he put a finger to my lips and slowly let it drop this time i was shocked,i couldnt believe this but i wasnt dumb i knew the difference between a chaste touch and a 'different' one of course but am a born adventuress so i decided to be sure about my instinct i said amen again,unnecessarily and he did the same thing,this time slower!! i was perplexed,i forgot every thing going on but somewhere in between the excitement i saw the irony of the situation,on a normal day my dad wouldnt let a guy come close to me but this was happening,in his house,'under his nose'!!he just couldnt see it.i smilled this time to his face and he started moving his hands a little a small voice reminded me 'your dad' but another voice of mine said 'just enjoy the moment' and i sure did,my dad wasnt focusing on us because at this tim his mum was praying for my dad then all of a sudden she turned "daddy, what do you see?" she asked and i felt his body go tense for some seconds and then he was sillent for some seconds then he moved his head from side to side and said "he made her like boys too much,she is distracted by a lot of boys",i woke up from my fantasy and i moved from scandelous to angry with the speed of light but i removed my hand from his,he caught it and increased the distance between my family and us and he tried to continue with his job of caressing my palm but i lost interest after his supposed vision and at last my anger came back and i removed my hand and went close to my mum and waited for the so called prayer to end.Finally it ended but this woman wasent satisfied and she told my mum to bring vik to the church for seven days fasting and more brutal beating and that he would get himself,when my mum started looking resigned she held my mums hand and said that it was the spiritual flesh that is going to be flogged and not him and he wouldnt even feel the strokes,now i finally realised that we had a psychiatric hospital inmate inside our house.she also said my mum was not to see him for the seven days duration and he wouldnt be given water nor food,i was getting impatient i wanted her out of the house and quick then finally she rounded up and left,immediately she left my mum escorted her friend also and when she came back i couldnt hold it in anymore i looked at her and told her that vik wasnt going to that fake church and that they were fake.vik was down for a while and he ran inside the room,he was scared and cold and he couldnt talk to any one, finally after hours of looking in one directon,he finally said "i didnt do anything" and then he said some words i didnt hear but i hugged him and he started crying."its okey" i coerced "no one believes her" i said more to myself than him but it was clear that my mum was confused,she couldnt place it. For two days vik was always inside the room until my dad called him and talked to him(much to my surprise) and he didnt recover completely from it even after that but i was always there trying to make him calm and thank God he started recovering and playing.Dad said she was fake and that they werent going to follow her suggestions much to my relief.one day we were just siting down in a gloomy environment when we heard a knock on the door,we looked at each other because it was way past the time for receiving visitors and it was so late,my mum looked through the peep hole and it was our security guard he had come to tell my dad about his visitors and my mum asked if he was expecting anyone and he said no,then i was sent to go check who the person was as i walked towards the gate i had a bad feeling but i thought it was the gloomy environment taking its tole on me,as i reached the gate finally,and opened the small hole for seeing people,the first thing that came out of my mouth was "what the...." you wont believe who just came and a thousand thoughts crossed my mind........

Standing right in my front was the she devils,smilling at me, irony of the situation.what was so funny about having devils visiting you uninvited,hmmmm, this wasnt good this same devils that wanted to kill me in my mothers womb, that frustrated the living day light out my mum they would really taste their own medicine this time,i didnt border greeting i just entered the house and told my mum and i could see the transformation in her features my dad entered the room and we noticed he was angry but there was nothing to be done about it....

he couldnt turn his sisters out by that time of the night.well they had come to wait for my dads supposed oblivion so they could throw my mum out,it sounds like the typical nigerian film but it wasnt it was happening.my mum endured their stay some few days later my mums sister also came because my mum didnt want to put me in the line the anger brewing inside me was already about to erupt who gave them the right to show their faces in our house and smile as if everything is alright?well one week later my parents travelled for the surgery and then to add pepper to an already opened injury they started calling me anoying pet names because i showed my hatred to them without even bordering to consill it.it wasent a secrete that they hated me and even questioned my perternity but i didnt care i hated them right back.well they kept calling and disturbing my mum,telling her that my dad would die if he goes for the surgery,well i was cool because i had faith that my dad would come back hale and hearthy but relatives ehn they could be full of crap most times.my mums sis wasnt helping matters because she was trying to avoid crossing lines with my dad so she would always talk to me when i do my 'thing' and even talk to me in their presence i was mad whenever she did that,then one day a jeep rode into our house but i couldnt recognicse it and the next thing i heard was "daddy has come" i was wondering who was being refered to when i saw a pot bellied man step out of the car opened by a supposed thin body guard i laughed at the irony of the situation but i remembered that one of the devils were cooking some concotions earlier and everything began to fall into place,it was prepared for him but for what reason i dont know.the man came down and immediately they ran to usher him,i peeped some more to the extent my neck was about to drop off but then i saw that this pot bellied man was actually a young man very young man.....

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this man was a supposed pastor of a church called"your enemies shall die ministry; or something more repulsive than that but just from a front view you could tell where the church offerings have been going to.their 'daddy' came inside the house,sat down,eat and after eating he called us in a circle and asked each person what we want every one said theirs i had two type of things i wanted,i said the normal thing every one would have said,education,health for my family etc.the second one was to make those 'witches dissapear'they asked for husbands,how would they get married after frustrating a married innocent woman and who would marry old women who have passed menopause..hehehe...i couldnt stop smiling,i decided to take my mind off the boring events and dive into my mind,Brad was my first thought,i thought of all the nasty things i would want him to do with me and i shivered,well i was brought back to reality after i started hearing someone speaking in gibberish i rolled my eyes and told myself to endure just a little bit,i started counting from one to hundred and back again. immediately i noticed that the other 'witch' was about to start speaking and falling...i just gave her enough space to fall hard enough,maybe she was hoping i would catch her,but a witch remains a witch she reduced the speed at which she was supposed to fall with and sexily laid down on the floor.choi! see seduction of pastor oh.nawa i thought.after that day the big bellied pastor told them to fast and that was when trouble started..

Nice. We dey follow you. But you need to improve a bit. Some spellings were wrong.

gameboy727: Nice. We dey follow you. But you need to improve a bit. Some spellings were wrong.

yeah thats because i type without looking......thanks thou

after the so called pastor left,it became hell for me,every night by 2p.m,when my mates are crashing one of the witches would come and wake me up and force me to come join their prayer,i can remember the first time i was asked to pray it went like this "in jesus name" and i lost conciousness,the next day i was asked to lead the praise and worship and i couldnt remember a single song,i started a wordly song by whitney housten "" "you say you wanna walk away,you aint got nothing to say..........and thanks to my stars no one knew it was a worldly song so i switched from one worldly song to another in the pretense of knowing songs no one knew about so one of them had to take over.i smiled covered my face and got ready for their favorite part and my worse night mare.....

...and also you need to start the next letter after full stop (.) with capital letter

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Nice story, closely following

harlos: ...and also you need to start the next letter after full stop (.) with capital letter

still following

tnx love

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I like the story, interesting and engaging but very cynical toward religious people. Makes me wonder if its the character you're writing about or you who's the cynic.

if its just the character, then you have succeeded in being really convincing. Which is really good.

your punctuation and spacing need loads of work, you should try editing after you're done typing to make your work more attractive towards readers and easier to understand.

your grammar is really good aside from a few typo errors cos u didn't cross check.

also I didn't catch the name of your main character.

can't remember anyother thing for now but really great job, your story is intriguing.

repogirl: I like the story, interesting and engaging but very cynical toward religious people. Makes me wonder if its the character you're writing about or you who's the cynic.

if its just the character, then you have succeeded in being really convincing. Which is really good.

your punctuation and spacing need loads of work, you should try editing after you're done typing to make your work more attractive towards readers and easier to understand.

your grammar is really good aside from a few typo errors cos u didn't cross check.

also I didn't catch the name of your main character.

can't remember anyother thing for now but really great job, your story is intriguing.

tanx dear ill try to make corrections