Femi tried to fight it. He told himself it was all in his head, a string of bad fortunes, a coincidence that had nothing to do with the past. But the harder he tried to ignore it, the worse it got.
His friends, now all married or in serious relationships, started noticing something was wrong.
“Lanre, I don’t get it,” Femi said one evening, frustration lacing his voice. “What the hell is happening to me?”
Lanre sighed, setting down his drink. “Femi, do you really want me to say it?”
Femi shot him a sharp look. “Don’t start with that village nonsense.”
Shola, who had been silent, finally spoke. “It’s not nonsense, Femi. This isn’t normal. Every woman you propose to reacts the same way, and only you can’t see the pattern?”
Femi scoffed, leaning back. “So, what? You think Amoke’s family did something to me? That’s ridiculous.”
Lanre exchanged a look with Shola before shaking his head. “Is it? You abandoned her, Femi. Not just broke up with her—you ran away without a word. That girl gave you everything, believed in you, and you disappeared like she was nothing.”
Femi’s stomach twisted, but he masked it with defiance. “Even if that’s true, what am I supposed to do now?”
Silence settled between them. Then, Shola spoke carefully. “You need to go back.”
Femi stared at him, stunned. “Back? To the village?”
Lanre nodded. “You need to make things right.”
Femi let out a bitter laugh. “And do what? Apologize? Say, ‘Hey, Amoke, sorry I ruined your life, now please remove this invisible curse you put on me’?”
Shola sighed. “It’s the only way.”
Femi shook his head, standing abruptly. “No. I’m not going back. That’s the past. I don’t believe in all this rubbish.”
But as he walked away, a small voice in his head whispered something terrifying.
You don’t believe in it?
Then why are you so afraid?
That night, Femi lay awake, staring at the ceiling, the weight of his past pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.
He could deny it all he wanted. He could keep running, pretending this was just a bad fortune.
But deep inside, he knew.
The only way forward… was back.
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The distant sound of approaching footsteps had me batting my lashes. Exhausted from crying, I lay beside Uduak, my body drained of all strength.
I had made the request that would take the life of my sister's unborn child. God! I feel like a monster, a terrible demon. I wonder if she'll ever forgive me
But what choice did I have? I can’t lose my sister. I can’t possibly ask them to save the child and let her go. She’s all I’ve got. From the very beginning, she's always been by my side. I won’t trade her life for the child of that bastard. Maybe that’s selfish. Maybe it’s cruel. But the world is cruel, and I refuse to let it take her from me.
A gentle hand rested on my shoulder. I hesitated before looking up. Richard.
He held a small bag in front of me. “You should eat,” he said, his voice sounding very concerned.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Is that guilt dealing with you?” I asked, staring at him intently.
He ran a tired hand over his face and exhaled. “Please eat something, Ruby.”
His plea was soft, genuine, almost desperate, but I didn’t care.
Sensing I wasn’t going to budge, he placed the food on the mini table and quietly walked out. Perfect.
Alone again, I focused on Uduak, who had been unconscious for what felt like an eternity. Just to be sure, I placed a hand over her nose to check if she was still breathing, a foolish action, considering the steady rise and fall of her chest.
I let out a shaky sigh and smiled weakly. my sister will be fine. I know she will.
Then, my phone rang. The screen had cracked as a result of the fall, I was surprised it still worked.
Landlady.
I quickly answered. “Ribbon!!” Her loud voice boomed through the speaker before I could even greet her.
“Landlady, good—”
“Oh my pikin, I just dey dream about you. How you dey?” Worry filled her voice.
I hesitated. Contemplating whether to tell her the truth or not.
“Ribbon, talk to me na.”
I swallowed hard. “Landlady, I no dey fine. I no dey alright.”
I heard her whisper something, as if she wasn’t alone.
“Wetin happen? Landlady don dey worry us say make we pray for you oh.” That was Emeka’s voice.
“Yes, Aunty Ruby, which day you go come back? I dey miss you oh,” another voice chimed in. Oh my darling Ekene.
My heart clenched at the warmth in their concern.
“I don’t know…” I whispered.
“She dey cry oh, she dey cry.” I wasn’t sure who said it…. Amaka, maybe? Or someone else.
“Tell us now, we be your family. How you dey, wetin happen? My ajebutter, shebi I tell you say make you no dey cry cry anyhow. Make you strong gidigbam?” Landlady’s tone softened, though I could imagine her stamping her feet on the ground, her large ass shaking with the force.
A lump formed in my throat. “I…I….” I cleared my throat and forced the words out. “I dey hospital….”
The immediate uproar on the other end nearly deafened me. Questions flew from every direction, even Ekene’s voice was among them.
“Make una calm down make she talk now!” Agnes’ strong, masculine voice finally broke through. “Ruby, how? Wetin happen?”
I took a deep breath and turned to the window, watching the world move on outside, oblivious to my pain.
“I and my sister were involved in an accident.” I paused, letting the weight of the words settle before continuing. “I’m okay, but my sister is in a more critical condition.”
“I talk am!! That day that ogbanje cat cry for midnight, I know say bad thing wan happen. Na why I say make we pray, this small rat come dey talk rubbish,” Landlady’s voice shot up again, indignant. “Amaka, another day you go talk that rubbish again, eh, I go slap you slap wey your mama never give you before! Idiot!”
“Which one be say you go slap me? Landlady, no dey call my mama for here oh!” Amaka fired back.
My head throbbed. Are they really doing this right now? What was I even expecting?
“Which mama? If people wey get mama come out, you sef go come out? That one wey-”
“Landlady, please!” I snapped, exasperated. “What’s all this now? In fact, I don’t want to talk to you guys again. Please just end the call.”
“My pikin, no vex, you hear? No vex.” Their voices softened, filled with reassurance, warmth, and care. And despite their noisy, chaotic nature, I knew they meant well. They are my family. My Agadaga family.
The call continued for a little while longer, but when the doctor walked in, I had to hang up.
Turning back to Uduak, I reached for her hand, squeezing it gently.
“You’ll be okay,” I whispered. “We’ll both be okay.”
~~~~
“Good news,” Doctor Samuel said with a reassuring smile on his face, flipping through the chart. “Your sister is stable. She’s been through a lot, but she’s strong. She’ll wake up soon.”
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. “Are you sure? No complications? No surprises?”
He nodded. “She’ll be weak, but with rest, she’ll be fine.”
Giving a little sigh “Thank you, doctor.” I said, relief washing over me.
A few hours later, I felt Uduak stir beside me. Then, her lashes fluttered, and her eyes slowly opened.
I sat up immediately. “Uduak?”
She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, then looked around in confusion before her gaze landed on me. At first, she looked relieved. But then something shifted in her expression.
Her hands moved to her stomach, her fingers pressing down as realization sank in.
“No…” Her voice was barely a whisper, her lips trembling. “Ini… where’s my baby?”
I swallowed hard, gripping the sheets. “Uduak, listen-”
“Where is my baby?!” Her voice cracked, and tears welled up in her eyes.
I reached for her, but she flinched away. “Uduak, I had to make a choice. You were slipping away. It was either you or-”
Her body shook as she let out a choked sob. “You should have let me go, Ini! At least my baby would have lived!”
I froze, my heart dropping. “What?”
“My life has been nothing but pain! That little one was the only good thing I had left, and you took that away from me!” She wiped at her tears roughly. “You should have let me go.”
Anger bubbled inside me. “And then what? Let you die? Let me live knowing I could have saved you and didn’t? I wasn’t going to lose you, Uduak!”
She shook her head furiously. “You were selfish, Ini. You made the choice for me!”
“Because I love you, dammit!” My voice cracked. “I love you too much to let you die! I couldn’t-”
“Then you should have thought about what I wanted.” Her voice was quiet now, but the weight of her words hit me like a punch to the gut.
A thick and suffocating silence filled the room. Then she turned away from me, her back facing me as she pulled the sheets up to her shoulders.
“Just go” she whispered. “I don’t want to see you right now.”
Her words felt like a slap, but I stood there, unmoving. My throat burned, but no words came out.
“Ini, I said leave!”
I wanted to explain. To make her understand. But for the first time in my life, my sister, my best friend, didn’t want me near her.
And that broke me more than anything.
If I say thanks a bunch, just know it's from my heart 🥰🥰, but if I say moreeeeeeeeeee just know it's from my brain 😭
One wise man once told me, he said oboy focus on your self. And our young Nigeria self acclaimed financial expert ( geh geh) aka title man. Said baba that money wae you wan give gal so, use am dae package 😁😁😁
Yes. Sleeping with a married woman/man can bring bad luck.
My Story:
She came to my office seeking to be a vendor for the company I use to work for. Black beauty, busty and good ass. After coming to meet me for about 3 times, I decided to make her a vendor with little supply; low PO(purchase order) value. After some days, I wooed her and invited her over to my place. I had asked ab initio, if she was married and she said No! No ring on her finger.
We had sex and after the sex I discovered she wasn't happy. I asked and she said nothing. Later, I increased the value of the PO and even directed her to a bank where she could get loan for the supply. Bank marketers usually come to my office asking me to send down my vendors to their office for PO financing.
After some few months I was transferred to another state. She came to my new office with a bulgy pregnancy and I got so shocked. I immediately took her outside for questioning. She said she was sorry for not telling me she was married. She said she did it cos she wanted the PO badly. Her husband lost his job and she wanted to do something to help out. She said she was pregnant the day we had sex and she was sad cos she cheated on her husband. I prepared a PO for her to supply, with a very high value. After some months she called that she lost her babies(twins) while giving birth. I felt so bad for her.
Not quite long after the incident, I lost my job. Came to Lagos. Stayed few years at home, got another job in Delta......lost it within 6 months. Came back to Lagos again. Stayed some years jobless. Got another job, lost it within 2 years. While all these were going, all the relationships I ventured into, crashed. I got another job in Lagos and lost it within a year. I had lost so many job opportunities....I mean jobs that I had almost gotten would just slip away! Nothing has really been working in my life since then.
I tried calling the lady but for years her number has been switched off. I guess she doesn't use the number anymore. I have prayed and prayed for forgiveness.
It is really not my fault cos she lied, but then I should have been more careful. I should have paid attention to little detail about her.
Maybe the sex wasn't the cause of my misfortune.....I really don't know, all I know is that my life was going on smoothly before the sex with her.
Please, you all should desist from sleeping with married men/women.
That it didn't affect Mr/Mrs A, doesn't mean it can't affect you, if you try it.
Boss the first step of healing or breakthrough is to accept that you are weak, a failure or mistakes. After that pray for forgiveness. Accepting is 80% prayers is 20%
BafanaBafana: Very soon this man will be given a federal appointment. The reason for all these theatrics is because a lot of Nigerians are not bright. They will believe such and run with it. If 60% of Nigerians were bright, we wouldn't have had Tinubu as president.
Baba try and proofread your text before dropping it here. A lot of Nigerians are not bright 😁😁. Including your family abi. Try to portray your point well. It shouldn't be season with insult 😁
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