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MY FRIEND, HER BOYFRIEND AND I PART 1
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….. Damn not again! Why couldn’t I simply
one day, experience all I had read about in
novels and what my friends kept talking
about? Another one has come and gone and
I had to fake it again! It was frustrating.
‘Are you okay baby?’ Niyi asked me.
‘I’m fine’, I said with a fake smile.
Oh sorry! You were probably wondering what
I was talking about. Right? Let me introduce
myself to you. My name is Joke, I’m twenty-
five years old and my current boyfriend’s
name is Niyi. We’ve been dating for roughly
seven months and in all that time I’ve never
climaxxed when we have S£x, or let the truth
be told, in my five years of having Sekxual
intercourse; I’ve never climaxxed! I used to
think just being wet was orgas,m but I soon
realized it was more than that.
Oh… oh, you were probably feeling sorry for
me, I know; I feel sorry for myself everyday
too, because of this ever present depriving
experience. Sometimes, I feel like something
was wrong with me but I knew nothing was
wrong with me. There was this s£nsat!on
deep down at the apex of my thighs…, that I
knew was there, just that NO ONE had
reached it yet!
‘Babe you are the best, seriously your body
is so soft I can be inside you forever!’ Niyi
said to me.
I thought in my heart, “GOD forbid bad thing”
but I said instead,
‘Thanks baby… And yes you are the best
too’. He kissed me and rolled off me and
went for the bathroom to clean up.
I stood up and started putting myself
together.
I picked up the condom wrapper we had
used, threw it in the bin and straightened up
my bed.
Niyi came out of the shower and held me
from behind. I turned around in his arms,
wrapped my arms around his neck and
kissed him gently on his lips before going full
french on him. Kissing him was a pleasure.
Unlike many guys who just open their mouth
and try to swallow yours, he knew the kissing
art. He broke the kiss after a while and said,
‘Jokes baby, I have got to be in Ghana
tomorrow evening, I’ll be back in two weeks.
Would you like to join me? He asked.
I didn’t even think about it, I declined
immediately.
‘Oh baby I wish I could but I can’t be gone
for two weeks right now. I’ve got some
pressing stuff to attend which can’t wait, but
I would be there in spirit with you baby, you
know?’ I said and kissed him all over again.
[B]‘You just don’t like going anywhere with
me, I want to show you the world baby, why
are you hiding? Please let me’, he sulked.
I thought in my heart, what was the point of
going around the world with him when I
couldn’t even feel like a woman? But I said,
‘That’s not it babe, it is work but come
December I’ll take leave from work and we
can go anywhere you want, ok boo?’ He drew
me into his arms and kissed my forehead
before saying,
‘Yes babes, that would be nice and I’ll hold
you to it ooo! You berra no fvck up come
December or else…, I’ll kidnap you!’
‘Yes boss’, I saluted, we both laughed and
hugged.
He dropped his arms from around me and
went for his briefcase, brought out two
bundle of 500 naira notes and gave it to me,
‘Take this babe, I hope it will take you
through two weeks?’ He asked.
‘You will spoil me rotten, of course it’s more
than enough, thanks baby’ , I said with a
genuine smile and hugged him even tighter.
How I wished he could make me this happy
on bed too… Hmmm that would be really
nice. I took his briefcase in my right hand
and held his right hand in my left hand and
led him out to his car.
He opened the car door with the remote, I
dropped the briefcase in the back seat and
came to the driver’s side where he sat behind
the wheel. I bent low and poked my face in
the car through the window.
‘Babes, please take care of yourself for me
ooo, and don’t do what I won’t do. I love you
and I’m gonna miss you dearly’, he said.
I smiled and replied, ‘Same here baby boo,
will miss you too, I’ll be a good girl, I
promise!’
I wished it was the truth. I won’t miss him
very much especially not on bed but I did not
know at that time I would break my promise
of being a good girl.
‘You better be a good boy too’, I warned.
‘I will darling. What should I bring for you
from Ghana?’ He asked.
‘Anything you think your baby deserves’, I
replied. We kissed. He started the engine and
drove off waving and blowing me kisses, I
reciprocated and waved till his car
disappeared.
I went back into the house, straight to my
bathroom to clean up then I took the money
from the bed and headed for the living room
while counting the money even though I
knew how much was in it. I sat down and
turned on the television. I tuned the remote
on every channel, I couldn’t find any
programme that caught my interest. I
dropped the money on the stood beside me
and I drifted into thoughts, I remember why I
dated Niyi in the first place.
I had just got out of a relationship. I broke
up with Kayode myself because I wasn’t
enjoying myself in the relationship. Apart
from the fact that he couldn’t make me reach
climaxx, he was too protective and
possessive. He wouldn’t allow me have any
fun or me-time or hang out with my friends.
It was either I was with him or alone in my
room or in class. I only wear dresses he
approved of. If I made my hair and he does
not like it, I would have to loose it regardless
of the time and money spent on it.
To make matters worst, he’s always broke.
He couldn’t afford me and he couldn’t take
me to the promised land on bed. So I broke
up with him. I decided to indulge in
everything Kayode denied me of. I went to
club, I went to movies with my friends, I did
lots of things but on this day which was a
Thursday, I chose to go to the swimming
pool with my friend Joke. We left for the pool
around eleven in the morning and we got
there around twelve o’clock. We changed into
our swimsuits, we did little exercise and took
our shower before heading for the pool.
There were three men and a lady in the pool
already. I saw the lifeguard, Ben, sitting idle
on a chair. Two guys sat by the pool drinking
beer and discussing God knows what. All
eyes turned to us as we approached the pool.
I actually heard, ‘Wow, check that figure’.
Someone somewhere said, ‘Eegbe’. My friend
and I pretended not to hear them, we went
into the pool.
We swam together for a while, then we
competed with each other. We fooled around
in the pool then we got tired. We watched
other swimmers and made fun of the ones
who couldn’t swim. Some other swimmers
had joined us. I suggested we go out of the
water and have a drink. We sat on the table
next to the guys that were drinking when we
arrived, they were still at their drink and talk,
we could hear everything they were saying.
We ordered our drinks and we launched into
a discussion of our own. I did not mean to
listen into their conversation but I couldn’t
help it. One was talking about the way he
handled the last girl he had S£x with. How
the girl came every thirty minutes. The other
guy was hailing his friend and singing his
praises. Inwardly I wished to be that girl. So,
could you imagine how lucky I felt when they
both approached our table and the S£x
superhero turned his attention towards me? I
learnt his name was Niyi and his friend’s
name was Seun. We became friends and he
asked me out one week after. I played hard
to get for two weeks then said yes. Another
week went by and we had S£x. It was a great
disappointment and it has been so so far.
Sometimes I feel like that discussion was
staged for me to hear and sometimes I feel
there was something wrong with me. Maybe
he could make girls come truly, I’m just the
one that could never come.
I also remembered the time I tried to tell Niyi
that I don’t come when we make love, oh
boy! It was a bad day!

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45 DAYS PART 1
(Breath Taking Story)
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ONE DAY
EFFE KEDEM HOLLISON pulls down the
zipper at the side of her black skirt, and
pulls it down her smooth hips. She steps
out of the skirt with a smile on her face.
She quickly unbuttons her pink shirt and
pulls it off her shoulders. She unhooks
her bra and drops it on the floor and
smiles.
She is now wearing only see-through
black panties that accentuates her
breathtaking figure. She walks silently
towards the closed door at the end of
the office. She slowly opens the door
and steps inside with a mischievous
smile on her beautiful face. The room is
dark and so she fumbles for the switch
on the wall and turns on the light.
There is a bed in the room. On the bed is
her husband, STEVE HOLLISON, and he
is totally naked except for his black
socks. Lying in front of him is ELAINE
OPOKU, Effe’s cousin. She is also naked,
and she is lying on her side because she
is heavily pregnant. Steve is lying behind
Elaine and kissing her neck, his left hand
gently caressing Elaine’s left b—-t as he
moves gently behind her in their
lovemaking. Elaine’s left leg is thrown
across Steve’s thigh, giving him easier
thrusts. She is moaning and as she lifts
her head to receive his lustful kiss, the
light comes on. They both look towards
the door. On Steve’s face is a look of
complete shock and horror.
EFFE
(in a horrified voice)
Steve…
She feels faint, and her legs cannot
support her. She tries to hold the door
for support but she can’t hold it, and she
falls down to her knees.
STEVE
(shocked, horrified and afraid)
Effe, Jesus, oh no!
ELAINE
Oh, dear Lord…Effe!
Effe is trying to get to her feet. The room
is spinning; her heart is tearing apart
with great pain. She crawls from the
room into the office. She is crying
bitterly now. Her agony is so great that
she can’t breathe, but the tears fall down
her face thickly, in torrents. Phlegm pour
out her nose and mouth. She crashes
into her husband’s huge desk. She grabs
the desk and pulls herself to her feet.
She bends and picks up her skirt and
shirt. She stumbles towards the door,
and now she is wailing uncontrollably.
She flees blindly to the main door and
pulls it open. She is now in a well-lit
corridor. She clutches the wall and runs
in her bare feet towards the far end of
the corridor. The office door opens and
Steve appears in the corridor.
STEVE
Effe! Please Effe! Stop, honey, oh please
stop! EFFE!!! STOP DARLING!!!
Effe is trembling as the tears fall down
her cheeks in floods. Behind her Steve is
running hard to catch up with her. She
reaches the lift. She pushes the button.
The double metal doors slide open and
she almost falls inside. She punches the
ground floor button desperately. The
doors begin to slide close.
STEVE
(running harder and shouting)
EFFE!! PLEASE!!! WAIT, EFFE, HONEY,
PLEEAASSE!!!
Effe drops to her knees and clutches her
heart. Through her tears she sees her
husband trying to stick his arm through
the lift doors to keep them open, but the
doors close, and the lift heads down.
She struggles into her skirt and zips it.
She slips into her shirt and buttons it
quickly.
The lift dings as it reaches the ground
floor. The door swings open.
Effe steps out into the main reception
area of the EDEN HOSPITAL. A white
man in a doctor’s tunic with a
stethoscope around his neck is
approaching. He is 50 years old, and he
has thick iron-grey hair. His name is
RUPERT HENDERSON, a South African,
and a Paediatrician at the hospital. He
takes a look at Effe and his face
expresses his shock.
RUPERT
(shocked)
Mrs. Hollison! What’s wrong? Are you
okay?
He tries to hold her but Effe runs past
him towards the main glass doors. She
pushes them open and crashes into an
Orderly who is pushing a wheelchair.
Effe falls to the floor, and feels a sharp
pain in her right thigh.
ORDERLY
(in a contrite voice)
Oh, Jeez, Dr. Effe, I’m really sorry, didn’t
see you coming! I’m sorry.
The orderly tries to help her up, but Effe
gets up and starts to run blindly, crying
in agony. She runs into the street. It is
very late and only a few cars are
around. The glass doors swing open
behind her and Steve appears. He looks
both ways and sees his wife running
hard towards the traffic lights on his
right.
STEVE
Effe! Oh, sweetheart, darling, please
stop!!
EFFE
(crying, breathless, almost falling)
Go away, Steve, just go away!
The traffic light turns red, and a taxi
passes her and stops at the red light.
She can hear Steve almost on top of her
now. She can’t breathe well. She is
breathless. She turns and opens the
back door of the taxi and gets in. The
taxi driver turns and looks at her with
surprise.
TAXI DRIVER
(surprised)
Hey!
EFFE
(breathless and speaking in gasps)
Please take me from here, don’t let him
come near me.
TAXI DRIVER
I beg, madam, but I close.
EFFE
Please take me just away from here,
anywhere!
I’ll pay you whatever you want. Please!
The door opens, and Steve reaches
inside and grabs Effe’s arm. She
screams and hits his hand, but he drags
her out forcibly.
STEVE
Stop this, honey, let’s talk about this!
EFFE
(screaming and struggling)
LEAVE ME ALOONE!!! LEAVE ME
STEVE!! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
STEVE
Stop it, honey, just stop it!
Effe pulls free of Steve and falls down.
Steve tries to grab her again. The taxi
driver is out now, and as Effe tries to get
to her feet she notices that the taxi
driver is tall and well-built and has
dreadlocks and a thick beard. The taxi
driver pushes Steve away from Effe, and
Steve totters backwards.
TAXI DRIVER
(in an angry voice)
Hey, paddy, the lady say make you leave
am alone, you no hear?
Steve gains his balance and sticks a
finger angrily at the taxi driver.
STEVE
You better get outta here, you douche
bag, before I kill you!
Effe gets to her feet and dashes for the
open door of the taxi. Her husband tries
to cut her off, but the taxi driver pushes
him back. Steve steps forward and
suddenly he swings a blow at the taxi
driver. The blow rocks the driver’s chin
hard, but he grins and spits out blood.
TAXI DRIVER
You dey hit like a nun. I go show you
how to hit like a toff, Mr. Man!
The driver hits Steve, and he crashes
hard unto the street. Steve tries to get
up, and the taxi driver moves towards
him with his fist drawn back to hit him
again.
EFFE
(alarmed)
Stop it! That’s enough. Don’t hurt him,
please.
The taxi driver turns to her, and he looks
surprised.
TAXI DRIVER
(looking puzzled)
But Madam, this madman be dangerous
o! Look how he attack you and me.
EFFE
(in a sharp voice)
Leave him alone, I said. He’s not a
madman!
TAXI DRIVER
Not mad? But he be naked? You no dey
see sey he dey wear only socks?
EFFE
He’s my husband.
The taxi driver looks at her, then he
looks at the dazed Steve who has blood
running down his nose from the blow,
and is trying to get to his feet. He looks
confused.
TAXI DRIVER
Your husbie? Naked on the streets?
Charlie, e hard o!
Effe enters the taxi and the driver slams
the door. Steve tries to get up.
TAXI DRIVER
Mister, you know sey you be naked?
Steve gets to his knees and looks down,
and realizes that he is still naked, and
that the few people around are looking
at him. The taxi driver shakes his head
and then he takes off his big shirt and
drops it on the ground beside Steve. He
goes round the taxi and enters, and then
he drives away. Steve picks the shirt and
wraps it around his waist to cover his
unclothedness, and he stands like that
gazing after the taxi.
Effe starts to shiver as the taxi moves.
She closes her eyes tightly as she relives
the sight of her naked husband lying
behind her pregnant cousin.
Her jaw clenches tightly, and she wraps
her arms tightly around her stomach.
Her face is awash with terrible pain.
TAXI DRIVER
Where you wan go, lady? Make I take
you to the police station?
Effe does not even hear him. She leans
back in the seat and begins to weep
bitterly again. Her body trembles
violently as she cries her heart out. The
taxi driver turns round and looks at her.
He starts to speak, but he closes his
mouth again. After a while he sees a bus
stop and pulls over. He kills the engine
and then he leans forward and takes the
box of tissue off the dashboard, and
wordlessly drops it beside her. She takes
out some of the tissues and blows her
nose, and even though she remains
silent, the tears still continue to fall down
her cheeks. He turns and speaks gently.
TAXI DRIVER
Madam, ebe almost midnight. I for go
home and rest. Please where make I
take you?
EFFE
(speaks softly)
Just shut up, for a second, please, would
you?
He turns away again and shakes his
head. He fumbles for a cigarette and
puts it in his mouth. He pulls out the car
cigarette lighter.
EFFE
(sofly again)
Don’t.
TAXI DRIVER
Wetin?
EFFE
Don’t smoke inside the car, please. I
can’t stand the smoke.
The taxi driver’s teeth clenches hard. He
slowly lights his cigarette, then he
pushes the lighter back into its slot. He
opens the car door and steps out. It is
very cold outside. He looks at his watch.
It is thirty minutes to midnight. He
smokes in silence for a while, taking his
time.
He looks at his watch again. It is fifteen
minutes to midnight. He drops the butt
of the cigarette and steps on it. No cars
are passing, and there is nobody around.
He opens the back door. The woman is
lying on the seat.
TAXI DRIVER
Madam, you be okay now? Where make
I take you?
She does not answer. He starts to speak
again, and realizes that she is asleep. He
sighs heavily and shakes his head. He
walks to the back of the car and opens
the boot. He rummages through a box in
there and takes out a folded sheet. He
closes the boot and goes back to the
car. He spreads the sheet over her. He
goes back to his seat behind the wheel
and looks at his watch again. It is
midnight. He sighs again.
TAXI DRIVER
Oh Charlie, e hard o.
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ME AND MY SUPERNATURAL GIRLFRIEND
PART 1
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On a cool Tuesday evening, I was sitting
under a magoe tree located at the
eastern region of our building. I guess
y’all wana ask why I said our
building..On the 12th of June (my
birthday) I and my brother finally moved
out of lagos to a new hood due to his
transfer from lagos down to ekiti . It
was not that easy to relocate to a new
area where one would actually not have
access to the kinda things he was
patronising before .. As you all know
me,am that holy boy who don’t drink,
smoke, flex and clubbing. But according
to my friend favourite quote “no one dies
a virgin,life f–k us all”.
life kick us anywhere he wants. I still
remain my humble and loyal self until we
moved into our new home, then devil
finally worsen it, he come dash me oluzo
as best friend. That was when I truly
understand what the aged wise men
were actually saying “agutan toh bah ba
aja rin a jegbe” meaning, sheep whey
follow dog make friend go chop s–t.. ..
Oh! Sorry for my inconsistency My
name is promise mathias but my niggaz
dem call me harno ,am 23 years old,
black, skinny and good looking in nature.
Ever since I have lost my parents, I have
been staying with my brother (nino) and
we have been surviving on our own
without the help of our so called family..
(BACK TO THE STORY)
I was busy chitchatting with my friends
on whatsapp about my new environment
, then suddenly I saw something
beautiful and glittering approaching. Who
could this be? I soliloquies, so
something whey make brain like this de
this dryland.. as I was pondering about
what I saw, she walked passed.
Blood of kafaya!! See ukwu..luckily for
me something fell from her purse when
she was receiving a call, I quickly rushed
down to check it out, and its her atm
card. I quickly picked it up and run after
her,i called her and she paused for a
while ,she gave me a quizzical look
before she proceed. I called her again
but she refused to reply me.
Mehn! Wetin de work this girl nah? Shey
person no fit call girl for another matter
again ni. Omo bad ppl like ele, klef,
tpumpy, frosh, eliboy, stanlex and khola
don spoil market for innocent people like
me sha. Anyways no lele, I stop
following her and I returned to my
previous position .
Then I saw a black, infact black is an
understatement, dark skinny guy
coming out of a yellow face me I plank
you building sitting opposite our
building..I wasn’t really concerned about
where he was actually heading to, not
until he stretch forth his palm requesting
for a hand shake..
At first i gave him a thorough
scrutinising before I responded..
He is a cute looking guy, he has a brown
eyes and a sexy lips, he wore a blue
crazy gean and a white polo shirt,he is
actually not too tall but he is more or
less of my size,his hair were beautifully
shaved with dreadlock style.
Guy : hey nigga, my name is olu but my
friends call me oluzo, and that is my
dad’s building “he said pointing to the
building he just came out of”
Me : am promise ..but call me harno
Oluzo : hmmm! Harno that’s a nice nick
(He sat right besides me and proceed
with his talking )
Oluzo : guy why you like to de dull
yourself? I hear say na lagos una take
pack come here..
Me : yes! But how I take dull myself? “I
throw a Confused look”
Oluzo : everytime whey I de see you, na
under this mango tree you de always sit
like person whey no get house..
“This guy like story sha!” I said that
withing me..
Me : ehn! I just like fresh air ni since I no
get anything to do inside..
Oluzo : ok nah, naso e de be sha if
person newly enter one hood,him go like
form angel..and as I de look you so, you
go bad gan!
Me : bad for wetin?… I no bad o
The conversation continues for several
hours..within the short period of our
conversation I get to know more about
the area and the way they behave…
Me : ehen! Bros no vex o, I get
something whey I was ask o..
Oluzo : where the Bros de?
Me : hahahaaha! Na you naw
Oluzo : no vex o, I no know when I turn
Bros ni..ok I de with you..
I went ahead to narrate everything to
him but the way he respond almost
made me thought of something strange..

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MY ENCOUNTER WITH MAMI-WATER PART 1
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They say there is a thin line
between sanity and insanity.it just takes a little
spark at the wrong place to cross to the other
side.This was my line of thought as i sat butt
Unclad on the cold cement floor with my hands
and legs bound with strong ropes bought from
all those hausa boys at swali market.the putrid
smell of urine that emanated from the corner of
the church made my uncomfortable but the
people that put me here weren’t concerned
about my comfort.so i had to shift from here to
there with the little space i was provided but
this men and women clad in white
garments,holding little rods in their hands(with
diff symbols on it) just wouldn’t let me be.they
danced and chanted in languages i could not
understand,maybe they were speaking in
tongues,but i doubt it.
I managed to strain my neck to look at the
three women sitting at the far side away from
these group surrounding me.from the few
glances i could steal,i saw that the older woman
was crying,while one of the women tried to
comfort her.the last one was staring at me,i
could see the pity in her eyes.it instantly
recognised who this women where;my mother
and two sisters amaka and mary.wetin them
dey do here?
So they where here to witness my deliverance.i
couldn’t help but smile at the irony of it all.they
were ones that dumbed me in this God forsaken
place and vowed never to come see me
again,yet they were here out of feigned love to
witness how these holigans were going to cast
the spirit+madness out of me.especially that
mary with her eye-service coupled with
abroko.she should be the one down here not
me.
My mother jumped from were was sitting and
ran towards me but she was held back by my
sisters “see wetin my enemies don do my only
son” i heard her say above this chanting and
dancin.at that moment i wondered have i really
kolo because of what i saw and experienced
that night?..i tried to think back to that
night,trying to piece to events together as they
had taken place.just when i was about to go
back in time i was interrupted by the ringing of
a bell.the whole place suddenly fell quiet.the
large door that was the entrance to the church
flung open with a large crack.at the door stood
two females holding all this red big candles at
their centre stood the most reverend bishop
ajekunle abatola kunle ak.a the demon
extinquisher.he was the general overseer and
founder of cherubim and sepharim of heaven
and earth int(cshe)…at that moment i
screamed in my mind ‘see gobe!!’
The demon extinquisher was a man of average
height,a bigman with bout belly(cus of too
much gulder) which fit his rank and status.he
ways also a very popular man in Ijebu and
beyond.he was known for his ruthlessnes and
wealth.He had this menacing look in his
eyes,that kind that says ‘you don die for my
hand today’.fear gripped me as he used his
large hands covered with rings to grap my
head,his hands where very tough to the
touch.he spoke yoruba rapidly to one of his
aides,who quicly scrampled of to carry out his
masters orders.from the little i could pick from
this staunch yoruba,i could decipher the words
water,oil and the last one that seemed like holy
cane.’which one come be holy cane ni?’ .fround
the sound of it,it sounded somewhat scary,but
what could be possibly wrong with a cane,an
holy one for that matter.i was about to get the
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MY ENCOUNTER WITH MAMI-WATER PART 1
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They say there is a thin line
between sanity and insanity.it just takes a little
spark at the wrong place to cross to the other
side.This was my line of thought as i sat butt
Unclad on the cold cement floor with my hands
and legs bound with strong ropes bought from
all those hausa boys at swali market.the putrid
smell of urine that emanated from the corner of
the church made my uncomfortable but the
people that put me here weren’t concerned
about my comfort.so i had to shift from here to
there with the little space i was provided but
this men and women clad in white
garments,holding little rods in their hands(with
diff symbols on it) just wouldn’t let me be.they
danced and chanted in languages i could not
understand,maybe they were speaking in
tongues,but i doubt it.
I managed to strain my neck to look at the
three women sitting at the far side away from
these group surrounding me.from the few
glances i could steal,i saw that the older woman
was crying,while one of the women tried to
comfort her.the last one was staring at me,i
could see the pity in her eyes.it instantly
recognised who this women where;my mother
and two sisters amaka and mary.wetin them
dey do here?
So they where here to witness my deliverance.i
couldn’t help but smile at the irony of it all.they
were ones that dumbed me in this God forsaken
place and vowed never to come see me
again,yet they were here out of feigned love to
witness how these holigans were going to cast
the spirit+madness out of me.especially that
mary with her eye-service coupled with
abroko.she should be the one down here not
me.
My mother jumped from were was sitting and
ran towards me but she was held back by my
sisters “see wetin my enemies don do my only
son” i heard her say above this chanting and
dancin.at that moment i wondered have i really
kolo because of what i saw and experienced
that night?..i tried to think back to that
night,trying to piece to events together as they
had taken place.just when i was about to go
back in time i was interrupted by the ringing of
a bell.the whole place suddenly fell quiet.the
large door that was the entrance to the church
flung open with a large crack.at the door stood
two females holding all this red big candles at
their centre stood the most reverend bishop
ajekunle abatola kunle ak.a the demon
extinquisher.he was the general overseer and
founder of cherubim and sepharim of heaven
and earth int(cshe)…at that moment i
screamed in my mind ‘see gobe!!’
The demon extinquisher was a man of average
height,a bigman with bout belly(cus of too
much gulder) which fit his rank and status.he
ways also a very popular man in Ijebu and
beyond.he was known for his ruthlessnes and
wealth.He had this menacing look in his
eyes,that kind that says ‘you don die for my
hand today’.fear gripped me as he used his
large hands covered with rings to grap my
head,his hands where very tough to the
touch.he spoke yoruba rapidly to one of his
aides,who quicly scrampled of to carry out his
masters orders.from the little i could pick from
this staunch yoruba,i could decipher the words
water,oil and the last one that seemed like holy
cane.’which one come be holy cane ni?’ .fround
the sound of it,it sounded somewhat scary,but
what could be possibly wrong with a cane,an
holy one for that matter.i was about to get the
biggest shock of my life.

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