My husband is not a pàstór but a riitúàliist – Episode 2
I quickly stood up and stepped back a little. I was so shóckéd, sçààréd, and speechless. Just as I was about to express my astonishment and ask him what in the world he was doing with a gréén fróg in such a díírty bottle.
He said, “Have a seat and listen. I know that you’re surprised and, in fact, disàppóinted in me, but I crave your indulgence. Please, calm down and give me a listening ear. When I’m done talking, you can say whatever you want to say.”
I had goosebumps all over my body, and I was shàking like a leaf. I didn’t know what kind of story he wanted to make up to explain what I saw, but my perception of him as a husband and a great man of Gód chànged drastically at that very moment.
I felt like I was having a conversation with the déévííl himself. I no longer felt sàfe around him. It was as though I had been blínd, but now I could see that I wasn’t married to a màn, but to an àgént of dààrknéss.
I wasn’t even interested in whatever he had to say. Truth be told, I wanted to run. Yes! I thought of flééing immediately, as I féàréd I might not be able to handle whatever tale he had to tell.
I could already sméll dééàth, but what could I do? I’m a wóman, and besides, I was déàling with a Màn. Unfortunately, I found myself facing a móñstérr, so I fórcéd myself to stay composed and quietly obey him. I sat two pillows away from him and tried so hàrd not to fréàk out.
“It all started 25 years ago when I was barely 20 years old. I lóst my dad when I was 15 and my Mom at 19. I believe you already know that, but I never told you the whole story. I told you that after lósing my parents, my uncle took care of us until we became màture enough to fend for ourselves.”
“Sorry I líéd to you…”
“There was no uncle; it was just me and my five siblings. They left me with three brothers and two sisters in a rented apartment. We lived in two rooms, and I was the only one working and paying the bills. The eldest of my siblings was a boy, and he was barely 13 years old at that time.”
“We were so póór that when I left for work as a bricklayer, my siblings would róam the streets in díírty clothes, béggíng for something to eat. As a bricklayer, I was working as an apprentice, and my salary was just 10,000, which wasn’t even enough to cover my transportation from where we lived to my workplace, let alone take care of my younger ones.”
He paused for a moment, and for the first time in 15 years, my husband críéd and sobbed like a baby. I never saw this coming. I was cónfuséd, not knowing how I should feel at the moment.
I had mixed féélings of féàr, fúry, and píty, but I tried not to let my émotíons cloud the reality before me. Summoning cóurage, I asked him to continue, and he did.
“At one point, I became tired and could no longer bear the hàrdshíp. I inquired with my colleagues at work, and they told me about a very pówérful and popular nàtívé dóctór in town. This marked the beginning of my involvement with the pówérs of dàrknéßß and the dévííl himself. Three days later, I prepared myself and went to visit the hérbàlíst.”
“I shared my life story with the hérbàlist and told him all I wanted was a cléan way to make móney without shéddííng b|óóód. He looked at me and làughed, saying that, of course, such a path would yield only chicken feed, not true wéàlth.”
“He said that if I wanted to amass real wéàlth, I would have to make a significant sààcrífícé. The larger the sààcrífícé, the greater the wéàlth. Curious, I asked him what kind of sààcrífícé he meant, and he replied, ‘something very dear to you.’ I inquired further, ‘Like what?’ He solemnly answered, ‘Like a fàmily member.'”
“I déclíned immediately, went back home, and kept thinking about it. I looked at my five siblings and crííéd. I couldn’t tràdé any of them for naira and kobo. But at the same time, if I did nothing and we continued living like that, they would certainly dííé of húñgér, including me.”
To be continued ✍️